<?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-131963086168653246</id><updated>2012-01-19T07:15:47.592+02:00</updated><category term='place/nu place'/><category term='un fel de povestiri'/><category term='despre de toate'/><category term='actualitate'/><category term='fotografii'/><category term='pisici'/><title type='text'>Mo Chuisle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4500005005105773704</id><published>2012-01-10T18:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:04:44.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E liniste. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E liniste si intuneric.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fac  un pas inainte, orbecaind. Nimic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mai fac un pas inainte, prin intuneric. Tot nimic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unde e…?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ce cauti? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu stiu! Nimic…ceva… orice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ma intorc. Ma ridic un pic pe varfuri .Nu vad nimic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum ies de aici? Nu vad, nu aud!!! Cum ies de aici?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4500005005105773704?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4500005005105773704/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4500005005105773704' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4500005005105773704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4500005005105773704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2012/01/nimic.html' title='Nimic'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7212091748442696458</id><published>2011-12-16T06:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:00:37.902+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>Vantul suiera de singuratate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu m-am gandit niciodata de ce suieratul vantului suna asa trist…ca un bocet de vaduva tanara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu m-am gandit niciodata ca vantul e singur iarna; vara se distreaza printre trupurile incinse, mangaie usor frunzele copacilor , se saruta cu razele soarelui , uneori se supara un pic si aduce racoare in dupa-amiezile sufocante. Dar iarna? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prietenii lui raman aceeasi…Frumoasa Luna impreuna cu al ei Soare, Cerul si haremul lui de Stele, vin de departe si Norii cu cele doua iubite fidele, Ploaia si Zapada iar el…el singur…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu, cu siguranta nu poate fi frigul perechea lui…ce iubit te-ar lasa singur cateva luni pe pe an? Si in natura exista o lege care spune ca nu se poate unul fara celalalt. doar vantul exista si fara frig si frigul exista fara vant .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu , nu…vantul nu are pereche. De aia tipa, de aia urla si de aia se inteteste …e furios , e agitat, e rau si vrea sa planga dar e barbat! Nu plange ! Distruge tot in calea lui, ucide vise, sperie copii, pune case la pamant si pleaca! Dispare de unde a venit sau poate pleaca sa-si arate amaraciunea pe alte meleaguri. Sau poate cauta…cauta cu disperare Vara , pe ea, sau linistea...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sau poate nu cauta nimic, poate asta ii e menirea…. Sa suiere. Sa suiere ca sa stim cum suna singuratatea.&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/131963086168653246-7212091748442696458?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7212091748442696458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7212091748442696458' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7212091748442696458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7212091748442696458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2011/12/vantul-suiera-de-singuratate.html' title='Vantul suiera de singuratate'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-6103447515130393810</id><published>2011-06-15T12:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:40:54.941+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>Neliniste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;„Ratiunea ii este data omului pentru a-si da seama ca nu ii serveste la nimic!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Erich Maria Remarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Nu am nimic sunt doar un pic obosit ! Vorbim mai tarziu! Pa pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Si daca ii spun azi...si daca ii spun maine...e acelasi lucru. Doar ca azi e prea cald afara iar maine cu siguranta va ploua.. sau poate nu o sa fie bilete la film&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;...sau poate nu merge liftul... si daca e foarte aglomerat in oras? Da ...clar nu e un moment bun. Cum adica nu am curaj? Vrei sa spui ca sunt las? Nu are nicio legatura...nu ma gandesc deloc la asta. Ba nu, pentru ca stiu ca o sa-i fie mai bine. Bine , mai bine ce conteaza? Cine cantareste cat bine sau cat rau?!?! E stupid...eu stiu foarte bine ca e mai bine asa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Dar daca plange?? Daca plange...am sa o iau in brate si am sa-i spun sa nu mai planga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Foarte matur...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Bine, nu am sa o iau in brate, am sa-i spun ca e prea tarziu pentru lacrimi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Nu vei face asta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Cine stie? Poate am sa o plesnesc! Poate ii dau doar un mesaj! Poate intr-o zi nu mai raspund la telefon. Poate o sa plang si eu ...Poate nu o sa-mi pese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Sigur ca nu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Deja nu imi mai pasa!!! Oricum e inutil. Oricum sunt gol! Oricum e prea tarziu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Sau poate prea devreme...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Nu! Taci! M-am saturat ! As vrea sa nu te mai aud! As vrea sa dispari si sa fie liniste! Nu mai am liniste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Iti doresti liniste....?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Da! Nu! Nu linistea la care te gandesti tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Stii la ce liniste ma gandesc eu...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Stiu! Pentru ca tu esti eu! si nu vrea linistea aceea. Vreau doar sa taci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Eu sunt tu...poate ca tu trebuie sa taci si sa lasi lucrurile sa se intample...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&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/131963086168653246-6103447515130393810?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6103447515130393810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=6103447515130393810' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6103447515130393810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6103447515130393810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/neliniste.html' title='Neliniste'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1565336555905278983</id><published>2010-04-14T11:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:36:26.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefonul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Telefonul mobil este pentru aproape toti dintre noi cel mai apropiat obiect. Il atingem de multe ori pe zi, avem grija de el sa fie incarcat, este aproape singurul mod in care mai scriem ceva cuiva si ii purtam de grija ca unui copil sa nu se piarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;As putea spune ca este o prelungire a noastra si cu siguranta cel mai facil mod de comunicare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Exista momente in care primim vesti foarte bune prin telefon si momente in care nefericirea trece prin difuzor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Eu ma aflu de cateva zile in situatia in care mi-e teama de el...mi-e teama sa sune sau sa vibreze pt ca imi va aduce cu siguranta o veste...buna sau proasta , nu am de unde sa stiu. A incetat sa-mi mai fie apropiat pt ca ma vad nevoita sa transmit prin el o hotarare pe care nu o am...pe care imi este foarte greu sa o gasesc in sufletul meu; deci telefonul este o prelungire a sufletului sau macar obiectul de emisie al acestuia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Stia oare Martin Cooper (inventatorul telefonului mobil) ca a creeat mai mult decat un aparat? Mai mult decat un sistem util de trimitere si receptare de informatii? Stiu oare companiile de telefonie mobila ca prin satelitii lor se transmit franturi de suflete, bucati de nefericire ,temeri si sperante?&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/131963086168653246-1565336555905278983?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1565336555905278983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1565336555905278983' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1565336555905278983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1565336555905278983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/telefonul.html' title='Telefonul'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-2585722104930666399</id><published>2010-04-03T10:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:25:50.626+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>de Paste...</title><content type='html'>Impresia mea clara este ca oamenii au devenit incapabili sa fie buni.&lt;div&gt;In perioada asta in care teoretic ar trebui  sa ne oprim putin si sa ne gandim la tot ce e bun in viata noastra, sa multumim pentru tot ce avem, sa ii ajutam si pe altii pe cat putem observ ca lucrurile stau exact invers: gospodinele sunt intr-o stare care pare sora cu isteria, barbatii nu stiu cum sa fuga mai departe de casa si sunt irascibili datorita doamnelor despre care tocmai vorbeam, copiii care nu au plecat pe cine stie unde fac dezordine, sunt super exaltati pentru ca nu au scoala si-si eneveaza la maxim mamele. (&lt;i&gt;din ce am scris pana acum rezulta ca femeile sunt de vina pt tot ce se intampla rau in lume )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toata lumea se grabeste , nimeni nu le da atentie celor amarati din jurul nostru, cumparam de toate dar nu rupem 2 lei sa cumparam un covrig pentru un batran care sta in fata magazinului si nu spune nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da stiu, sunt bande care controleaza cersetorii, sunt tigani si vai Doamne noi nu-i suportam, au avut o viata sa munceasca acum noi ce sa le facem, cine le pune sa faca 100 de copii, samd...motive se gasesc cu sutele;motive au si ei probabil...dar nu ne trebuie un motiv sa fim mai buni ...macar de Paste si de Craciun daca in restul anului uitam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degeaba tinem post, nu fumam, nu mancam daca nu gasim loc in mintea si sufletul nostru sa gandim frumos fata de ceilalti, sa incercam sa ii ajutam cat si cu ce putem pe cei de langa noi, fie ei straini sau apropiati, degeaba batem bisericile si ne facem cruci cat casa daca nu multumim pentru ce avem si nu ii apreciem pe toti cei ce ne iubesc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu va doresc Paste fericit si chiar daca este un cliseu , sa va intre Lumina in suflete si case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-2585722104930666399?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2585722104930666399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=2585722104930666399' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2585722104930666399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2585722104930666399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-paste.html' title='de Paste...'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4119475299417982786</id><published>2010-03-18T12:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:42:41.423+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>oamenii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Pe mine ma intriga 2 lucruri: rautatea oamenilor si credulitatea lor(exista oare „credulitate?! : eu nu am mai auzit cuvantul asta dar il folosim ca licenta poetica;asa a vrut artistul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Revenind...nu inteleg oamenii care doresc raul altuiva sau care fac rau altcuiva.De ce sa faci asta? La ce te ajuta? Cu ce te implineste? Esti mai frumos, mai bogat, mai interesant? Daca tot nu pot sa ajut cu nimic de ce sa nu-i doresc binele cuiva...ca nu ma costa nimic. Sigur ca se gasesc motive : „da, dar si el mi-a zis mie ca spera sa imi fie rau, da’ dar si eu muncesc la fel de mult el de ce sa fie mai cu mot”...si alte da da’-uri din astea idioate.Bun, viata e grea, soarta-i nedreapta si intr-un fel sau altul „la toti ni-i greu” dar nu mai bine gandim noi pozitiv? Nu mai bine ne bucuram noi de tot ce e bun in viata noastra si incercam sa reparam ce e rau fara sa ne gandim la altii? Caci interesul asta fata de cum le e altora e daunator total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Cat despre credulitate....raportarea la altcineva fie el prieten sau&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;inamic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"  style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt; este de cele mai multe ori nefericita si inegala. Sa-ti deschizi sufletul in fata cuiva e o treaba pe care o privesc destul de circumspect.E foarte usor sa fii ranit odata ce singur ti-ai dezvaluit calcaiul lui Ahile...si mai mult decat ranit e foarte usor sa fii manipulat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daca plecam de la presmisa ca oamenii sunt rai si capra vecinului e mai moarta decat capra lor&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;atunci de ce sa mai avem relatii bazate pe sinceritate? Vorbesc acum de oamenii pe care ii cunoastem de-a lungul vietii nu de cel mai bun prieten care mi-e coleg de la gradinita, cu toate ca....nici acolo lucrurile nu stau tot timpul asa cum ar trebui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Eu am multi prieteni...ma distrez si ma simt bine cu toti impreuna si cu fiecare in parte...am prieteni cu care pot purta discutii pe tot felul de teme abstracte, am priteteni de club, am preiteni cu care merg pe stadion, am prieteni de restaurant, am prieteni de club am prieteni de tot felul; si nu-mi deschid sufletul in fata multora dintre ei ...ba chiar cred ca sunt doar &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2...si cel mai ciudat e ca nici nu se cunosc intre ei; si totusi reusesc sa fiu o prietena buna, sa vorbesc cand sunt intrebata si sa dau un sfat doar cand mi se cere .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Am invatat pana acum ca rar intalnesti pe cineva care sa-ti doreasca sincer binele...care sa te intrebe ce faci pentru ca isi doreste sa stie cu adevarat ce faci, care sa-ti spuna ca te ajuta si chiar sa te ajute ...si atunci refuz sa fiu credula.Prefer sa fiu eu fericita in lumea mea in care nu am nevoie de aprobarea nimanui sa-mi placa sau sa nu-mi placa ceva, sa fac sau sa nu fac altceva...&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/131963086168653246-4119475299417982786?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4119475299417982786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4119475299417982786' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4119475299417982786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4119475299417982786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/oameni.html' title='oamenii...'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7557892538729751665</id><published>2010-03-11T16:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:36:47.852+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>sarut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/S5j_79GsQHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iTXjt0keAGc/s1600-h/Sarut+la+Paris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/S5j_79GsQHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iTXjt0keAGc/s200/Sarut+la+Paris.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447385154784608370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astazi m-am trezit gandindu-ma la ce simtim cand sarutam prima oara pe cineva...la teama aceea care ne face sa tremuram, la bucuria ca in sfarsit se intampla, la groaza ca s-ar putea sa nu fie bine, la fericirea care ne inunda tot trupul, la cat de surprinsi suntem de ceea ce ni se intampla, la faptul ca nu regretam chiar daca am avea de ce.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi m-am dat jos din pat si am vazut ca ninge....si am inteles imediat nefericirea de pe fetele oamenilor de pe strada: e greu sa simti fericirea, bucuria, implinirea cand zi de zi ti-e frig, te murdaresti, cineva te stropeste,trebuie sa te lupti cu nameti si lopeti. Eu sunt fundamental vesela si gasesc fericirea in multe nimicuri dar acum sunt inghetata...m-am plictisit de frig, vreau sa vina primavara, sa infloreasca florile, sa iesim in tenesi, sa fie soare, sa ne tinem de mana, sa vad oameni care rad, sa nu mai vad cizme si sa ma bucur de soare...sa ma indragostesc si sa ma reindragostesc, sa redescopar ce culoare are masina, ce culoare are asfaltul si cum arata oamenii in tricouri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inutil sa spun ca mi-e un dor de mare care doare :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-7557892538729751665?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7557892538729751665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7557892538729751665' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7557892538729751665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7557892538729751665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sarut.html' title='sarut'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/S5j_79GsQHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iTXjt0keAGc/s72-c/Sarut+la+Paris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-858300369608928548</id><published>2010-03-05T11:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:32:03.471+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>gata cu geaca! sa vina tricoul!</title><content type='html'>Pregatisem un post frumos si sensibil despre cum mi-am regasit un prieten, despre cum mi-a mangaiat el cu razele sale caldute obrazul, despre cata fericire a adus in viata mea o zi senina si despre alte lucruri frumoase care se intampla primavara...&lt;div&gt;ei bine, o lasam pe mai ca martie se pare ca ne-a pacalit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-858300369608928548?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/858300369608928548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=858300369608928548' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/858300369608928548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/858300369608928548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/gata-cu-geaca-sa-vina-tricoul.html' title='gata cu geaca! sa vina tricoul!'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3153096893940616900</id><published>2010-02-16T12:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:43:18.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>Una este luna</title><content type='html'>Se auzea vag un clinchet de tramvai....forfota diminetii isi facuse simtita prezenta prin vis si ii era imposibil sa-si inchipuie ca mai poate dormi. "&lt;i&gt;Totusi nu vreau sa deschid ochii...e sigur prea devreme!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Se culcase la 5 tocmai pentru a putea dormi pana tarziu &lt;i&gt;"cu cat dorm mai mult cu atat vine momentul mai repede"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Fiecare intalnire a fost minunata, fiecare moment impreuna a fost asa cum visase, fiecare clipa un dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Se intoarse de pe partea dreapta pe partea stanga cu pilota si cearsaful dupa ea...pozitia nu-i mai era buna...cearsaful se facuse ghem , partea aceea de pilota era rece , si oricum nu-si gasea locul. Tot frichinindu-se si-a dat seama ca perna are vointa proprie si nu doreste sa mai stea in asa fel incat ea sa poata adormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Cand intr-un sfarsit si-a regasit pozitia buna, ochii ii erau larg deschisi si se luptau cu razele soarelui ce patrundeau  in camera prin draperie. &lt;i&gt;"Nu ma trezesc!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Isi inchise ochii strans in asa fel incat i se vedea pielea incretita pe pleoape si astepta sa o ia somnul fredonand in gand &lt;/span&gt;"am zis 7...sa se faca 8...8 e ziua mamei mele,7 zile-n saptamana,6 zile lucratoare, 5 degete la o mana ,4 roti caruta are, 3 crai fug in departare, 2 maini copilul are, una este luna....offf! vreau sa dorm! sa ma trezesc cand se apropie ora la care ne vom intalni, sa ma pregatesc, sa ma aranjez si sa ne vedem! sa nu apuc sa ma gandesc la nimeni si la nimic.sa fie din nou asa cum a mai fost, sa simt  bucuria cum curge prin vene, sa fiu nerbdatoare, sa fiu curioasa, sa rad..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intinde mana dupa telefon sa vada cat e ceasul si vede ca are un mesaj:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu pot sa ajung astazi, am alt program. poate maine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                               fericirea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deznadejdea, tristetea, nefericirea, supararea, furia, groaza, disperarea ,neputinta au revenit pe langa oaza de speranta ce tocmai se naruia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-a dat jos din pat pregatindu-se sa inceapa o noua zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Buna dimineata iubito!ce faci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Buna dimineata! Ma duc sa fac o cafea.tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Plec, te pup, vorbim mai tarziu.paa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"si eu te pup, pa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3153096893940616900?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3153096893940616900/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3153096893940616900' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3153096893940616900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3153096893940616900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-este-luna.html' title='Una este luna'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-6206305040063934367</id><published>2010-02-11T09:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:59:41.341+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualitate'/><title type='text'>new look</title><content type='html'>Dupa cum bine puteti observa blogul si-a luat hainuta noua :)&lt;div&gt;Adoptam un stil mai vesel ca sa ne mai treaca depresia post si pre ninsoare; nu ma intelegeti gresit imi place zapada dar excesele de orice fel dauneaza grav sanatatii mintale .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-6206305040063934367?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6206305040063934367/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=6206305040063934367' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6206305040063934367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6206305040063934367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dupa-cum-bine-puteti-observa-blogul-si.html' title='new look'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-2033125443619222216</id><published>2010-02-09T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:08:48.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampenia atinge cote maxime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Imi place foarte tare Guess Who . &lt;a href="http://www.guess-who.ro/"&gt;Guess Who&lt;/a&gt; este baiatul ala care zice ca" nu ne-am nascut in locul potrivit" si in spatele caruia se aude "ninoo-ninoo" :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bun.... versurile reusite, timbru placut, chiar usor cantat ceea ce e mare lucru pt muzica de gen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum.... eu am prieteni care sunt fani rap si hip-hop. ceea ce ii face fani este faptul ca ei stiu ca exista o diferenta intre cei doi termeni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problema... inainte ca baiatul in cauza sa fie auzit prin radio-uri, televizoare, mall-uri, cluburi, cd-uri la chioscuri, restaurante si prin alte locatii de maxim interes ,oamenii care auzisera de el erau putini. foarte putini. si il placeau maxim. maxim am zis!!! "ce versuri! ce rima! ce caterinca!misto stil! samd"De cand el a spart gheata  dintre " te stiu 2 amarati" si " te fredoneaza si mama" brusc a devenit comercial....nu la modul ca se vinde ci la modul ca nu ne mai place ca il asculta toata lumea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helllllllo!!! asta e scopul !  are talent,  un pic de reclama si o mana de noroc scoatem ceva si ajungem comerciali.Asta daca nu dorim ca oamenii care performeaza muzical sa traiasca din altceva....caci daca dorim sa traiasca din muzica trebuie sa cante; si sa se vanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai daca mi-a placut inainte  acum ce am cu el sa nu-mi mai placa?! Ca il plac si niste baieti care nu inteleg nimic si carora le-ar placea sa dea din cap in timp ce mimeaza ca isi ciopartesc mana nu e panica...si parazitii au patit la fel. si n-a murit nimeni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-2033125443619222216?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2033125443619222216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=2033125443619222216' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2033125443619222216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2033125443619222216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tampenia-atinge-cote-maxime.html' title='Tampenia atinge cote maxime!'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-383262586890518910</id><published>2010-02-05T00:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:12:48.669+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>o scriere inspirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Zambetul tau imi aminteste de lacrimile mele...m-am intrebat intodeauna de ce fericirea ta trebuie sa se cladeasca pe nefericirea mea...fiecare lacrima a insemnat ceva care nu a contat pt tine...fiecare scuza mi-a demonstrat ca aveam un motiv, ca era normal sa ma supar si ca era nedrept sa-mi ceri ceva care imi rupea cate-o bucatica din suflet; nu spun ca nu erau infantile&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;uneori rugamintile mele, nu spun ca nu aveai dreptate in unele cazuri dar daca amandoi suntem unul inseamna ca nu ne putem face rau unul altuia...pentru ca distrugem intregul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Ajungi undeva unde dragostea nu mai conteaza...unde „te iubesc” sunt doar 2 cuvinte care reprezinta ceva ce oricum sti, o normalitate care nu iti mai este de ajuns, un adevar absolut care nu mai conteaza. Si de acolo nu iti mai da nimeni sfaturi, nu te mai ghidezi dupa coordonatele normale, nu mai faci ce simti pentru ca nu mai sti ce simti, nu mai ai precedent si nu mai conteaza. De acolo incepi sa pasesti in necunoscut si nu-ti mai trebuie decat curaj:sa sari si sa vezi ce e dupa sau sa te intorci si sa incerci sa faci mai bine ceva ce ai facut prost.Pana-ti gasesti curajul , stai. Asa,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in letargie. &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/131963086168653246-383262586890518910?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/383262586890518910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=383262586890518910' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/383262586890518910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/383262586890518910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-scriere-inspirata.html' title='o scriere inspirata'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8739264422218700751</id><published>2010-01-19T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:00:37.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi soare, unde ai vrea sa rasari pt prima data?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi zambet , pe fata cui ti-ar placea sa stai cel mai mult? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi un sentiment?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi o floare, ce culoare ai vrea sa ai?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi un sarut, unde ai vrea sa ramai?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca ai fi un miros?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca nu ai fi tu , cine ti-ar placea sa fii?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oamenii cand sunt tristi viseaza la fericire…si cand sunt fericiti nu mai viseaza la nimic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ironic, nu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/131963086168653246-8739264422218700751?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8739264422218700751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8739264422218700751' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8739264422218700751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8739264422218700751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3678229034505526361</id><published>2009-11-14T18:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:55:29.519+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>ce mai ramane cand...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand peretii ma strang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand toate se grabesc in jurul meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand as dori sa tip si totusi zambesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand patul e prea mic si distanta prea mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vorbesc fara sa ma aud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand lacrimile-mi sunt reci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vreau sa te contrazic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu mai vreau sa rad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu-mi mai bate inima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vreau sa merg pana la capatul lumii si inapoi fara sa plec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand plang si as vrea sa-mi prinda cineva lacrimile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu mai vreau sa inteleg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand totul e o masca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand tot ce-mi ceri e mult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand regretul e mai puternic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vreau sa gresesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vreau sa stau toata ziua in pat ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu ma intereseaza ce spun altii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand eu nu mai sunt decat o „ea” ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand normalitatea mi se pare aberanta ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand totul nu mai e de ajuns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu mai stiu cine esti tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand vreau ceva si nu stiu ce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cand nu mai am niciun raspuns la „de ce”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/131963086168653246-3678229034505526361?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3678229034505526361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3678229034505526361' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3678229034505526361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3678229034505526361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-se-intampla-cand.html' title='ce mai ramane cand...?'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3234259781171485902</id><published>2009-11-03T12:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:50:13.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografii'/><title type='text'>un fel de...autoportret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SvAK3XdhaWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UNOrwEIQOXc/s1600-h/_9999_342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SvAK3XdhaWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UNOrwEIQOXc/s400/_9999_342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399827899524147554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3234259781171485902?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3234259781171485902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3234259781171485902' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3234259781171485902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3234259781171485902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-fel-deautoportret.html' title='un fel de...autoportret'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SvAK3XdhaWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UNOrwEIQOXc/s72-c/_9999_342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4800069963579549788</id><published>2009-09-28T21:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:53:12.037+03:00</updated><title type='text'>din nou...tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SsEGCYNe3GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qd99RzqS-m8/s1600-h/_6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SsEGCYNe3GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qd99RzqS-m8/s400/_6242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386593267240328290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4800069963579549788?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4800069963579549788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4800069963579549788' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4800069963579549788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4800069963579549788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/09/din-noutommy.html' title='din nou...tommy'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SsEGCYNe3GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qd99RzqS-m8/s72-c/_6242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1874767713548709999</id><published>2009-09-23T20:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:24:23.117+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2 comori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SrpWmgpUOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A55NYts919w/s1600-h/ingrid2restaurant098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SrpWmgpUOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A55NYts919w/s400/ingrid2restaurant098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384711524073093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domnisoara din imagine este Ingrid, cea mai mica nepoata a mea, al carui botez a fost saptamana trecuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ii doresc ei sa aiba parte de zile cu soare, de ploi in zile toride de vara, de lacrimi printre zambete, de prieteni adevarati, de parinti intelepti, de iubiri adevarate, de multa sanatate, de Craciunuri pline de zapada, de emotii inainte de prima teza, de lacrimi de fericire , de copiii frumosi si in general de tot ce-i trebuie unei femei sa fie fericita si implinita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SrpWTF4k7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FcKTSGUQRgI/s1600-h/ingrid2restaurant013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SrpWTF4k7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FcKTSGUQRgI/s400/ingrid2restaurant013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384711190471830930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aceasta domnisoara este Karina, nepoata mea cea mare, sora lui Ingrid, pe care o iubesc de mor si care-mi face zilele in care o vad mai frumoase si noptile in care o adorm mai linistite si careia de 3 ani si jumatate ii doresc tot ce e mai bun pe lumea asta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-1874767713548709999?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1874767713548709999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1874767713548709999' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1874767713548709999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1874767713548709999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-comori.html' title='2 comori'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SrpWmgpUOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A55NYts919w/s72-c/ingrid2restaurant098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4873681396424586073</id><published>2009-08-26T21:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:18:37.711+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>As dori sa fac un test la care mi-ar placea sa ma ajutati voi, cei ce ocazional mai cititi cate ceva pe acest blog.Asadar, timp de 2 saptamani astept raspuns la urmatoarea inrebare: daca va propuneti seara inaine sa adormiti sa va ganditi la ceva( la cineva, un loc , un obiect, o conjunctura) in timpul noptii visati acel "ceva"?&lt;div&gt;Nu vreau sa stiu detalii, puteti posta anonim, singura rugaminte e sa incercati in 2-3 seri nu o data si gata! Si sa nu uitati sa postati! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa asta am sa va povestesc despre testul cu muzica in masina ... ;) amuzant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astazi canta "diva"...toata lumea e la concert .Incredibil! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu-mi place Madonna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4873681396424586073?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4873681396424586073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4873681396424586073' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4873681396424586073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4873681396424586073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8756087151359781420</id><published>2009-08-16T21:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:24:28.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Imi place foarte mult aceasta piesa pe care am descoperit-o in soundtrack-ul deja celebrului Twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black ghost-full moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Freedom09/8263daf054428a.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed height="46" width="448" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Freedom09/8263daf054428a.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-8756087151359781420?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8756087151359781420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8756087151359781420' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8756087151359781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8756087151359781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-moon-black-ghosts.html' title='place'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-2987411801053609931</id><published>2009-08-13T14:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:50:45.585+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson-Will You Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da play si citeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DiaconescuC3/23248e8cd08240.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed height="46" width="448" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DiaconescuC3/23248e8cd08240.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson-Will You Be There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Inca mi-e greu sa scriu ceva despre Michael Jackson...am plans si m-a durut sufletul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;ca si cum l-as fi cunoscut, ca si cum mi-ar fi fost prieten ca si cum as fi vorbit vreodata cu el. Mi-a fost rusine de tot ce s-a intamplat dupa moartea lui, m-a scarbit circul,prostia si ipocrizia, m-a impresionat durerea oamenilor de rand si m-a durut indiferenta. Sunt cuvinte mari care poate nu si-ar avea rostul intr-un text despre un om care nu te-a privit niciodata in ochi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Doar ca pentru mine nici nu trebuia sa faca asta; am vazut in ecranul televizorului si pe hartia revistelor un suflet frumos si curat, o voce dumnezeiasca, un om bun, un talent nemarginit si un chip trist.Nu stiu ce culoare avea, nu stiu cati bani avea, nu stiu cine-l placea si cine nu ...nici nu m-a interesat vreodata. Pentru ca un artist, mai presus de orice, trebuie sa transmita emotie...iar la mine a ajuns doar emotia aceea...restul sunt vorbe si voci pe care curand nu le va mai auzi nimeni pentru ca dupa ele, nu ramane nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Nu poti sa mai faci ceva atunci cand e prea tarziu...nu poti sa-ti ceri scuze, nu poti sa spui „te iubesc” , nu poti sa faci compromisuri, nu poti sa faci sa treaca....poti doar sa pastrezi in amintire , sa te bucuri de ce ai avut, sa incerci sa nu uiti, sa inveti din greseli si sa mergi mai departe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Pentru Michael mai e doar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;un pic de facut: sa ascultam cate ceva din bogatia pe care ne-a lasat-o si poate sa invatam sa fim mai buni cu cei de langa noi;sa judecam mai putin si sa iertam mai mult, sa jignim mai putin si sa iubim mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/131963086168653246-2987411801053609931?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2987411801053609931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=2987411801053609931' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2987411801053609931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/2987411801053609931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson-will-you-be-there.html' title='Michael Jackson-Will You Be There'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7943304387796673297</id><published>2009-08-12T19:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:11:27.622+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografii'/><title type='text'>lene de motan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SoLsg_dWjII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ypqQXGFXxRs/s1600-h/P1000073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SoLsg_dWjII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ypqQXGFXxRs/s400/P1000073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369113757313567874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el este tommy...Pisica Proprietate Personala Pe Persoana Pfizica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-7943304387796673297?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7943304387796673297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7943304387796673297' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7943304387796673297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7943304387796673297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/lene-de-motan.html' title='lene de motan'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SoLsg_dWjII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ypqQXGFXxRs/s72-c/P1000073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1387561737591784522</id><published>2009-06-04T11:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:27:46.248+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografii'/><title type='text'>albastru si alb</title><content type='html'>Sail away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SieBV7K84dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mZ27hUzTyts/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SieBV7K84dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mZ27hUzTyts/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343381696559243730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 68, 76);   white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 68, 76);   white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-1387561737591784522?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1387561737591784522/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1387561737591784522' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1387561737591784522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1387561737591784522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/06/albastru-si-alb.html' title='albastru si alb'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SieBV7K84dI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mZ27hUzTyts/s72-c/IMG_4142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1147018874866971604</id><published>2009-05-25T13:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:13:13.253+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>pt ca am vorbit ieri despre dragoste si pentru ca asa imi e starea astazi...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfZbjbirEiA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfZbjbirEiA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&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/131963086168653246-1147018874866971604?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1147018874866971604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1147018874866971604' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1147018874866971604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1147018874866971604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8406808793935364216</id><published>2009-05-22T10:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:56:24.082+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>o parte din poveste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/ShZaCAH4ROI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ayZzEieGFNs/s1600-h/P1020735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/ShZaCAH4ROI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ayZzEieGFNs/s400/P1020735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338553398733587682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca Bucovina ar fi o femeie atunci ar fi o femeie inalta, cu sani mari, ar avea parul lung si blond si ar purta tot timpul flori in el, ar fi imbracata frumos de cele mai multe ori in verde, ar vorbi in cel mai dulce grai moldovenesc,ar gati exceptional pentru oricine ar ruga-o, ar avea tot timpul poarta deschisa pentru  prieteni, ar avea multi copii si toti ar privi-o ca pe o icoana, in casa i-ar mirosi tot timpul a flori , in fiecare duminica s-ar duce la biserica cu capul acoperit si sufletul curat,ar avea mainile crapate de frig si apa si munca dar tot timpul curate, ar rade sanatos si ar fi tot timpul rosie in obraji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar eu as ruga-o cat as sti eu de frumos sa ma adopte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar Bucovina nu e o femeie;e un tinut cu brazi inalti , roditor, cu campuri mari de grau, rapita si flori, tot timpul verde, un tinut in care nu ai intrerupe pe nimeni nicodata din vorba de teama ca nu vei mai auzi frumosul grai al zonei, un loc unde se gateste ca niciunde, cu oameni primitori si manastiri frumoase,cu femei credincioase care inca merg duminica la biserica in portul bunicilor lor, un loc unde se munceste si se rade deopotriva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu iubesc Bucurestiul asa aglomerat, poluat, galagios, murdar si rau cum e el. eu ma bucur ca m-am nascut aici unde  am acces la orice doresc , unde pot sa merg la film ,la teatru, la concert , unde variaza restaurantele ,barurile,parcurile,samd mai mult ca oriunde. dar linistea aceea pe care o gasesti in Bucovina, frumusetea aia pe care o vezi in orice partea te-ai uita nu o gasesti aici. si nici nu ar trebui. pentru ca atunci Bucovina nu ar mai avea nimic special. dar pentru ca e departe si pentru ca nu avem timp si pentru ca o vedem rar si pentru ca nu toata lumea ajunge si pentru ca nu toata lumea vrea sa o vada si pentru ca nu e niciodata prioritatea intai de vizitat , Bucovina e frumoasa,e grandioasa, e coplesitoare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-8406808793935364216?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8406808793935364216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8406808793935364216' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8406808793935364216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8406808793935364216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-parte-din-poveste.html' title='o parte din poveste'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/ShZaCAH4ROI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ayZzEieGFNs/s72-c/P1020735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8849633099822390565</id><published>2009-05-17T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:26:50.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/ShBk-VRYYWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZcOZayk1ZCE/s1600-h/P1030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/ShBk-VRYYWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZcOZayk1ZCE/s320/P1030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  m-am intors din vacanta anuala de primavara! am  repetat aproximativ traseul de anul trecut am vazut si lucruri noi am revazut si locuri dragi si m-am hotarat ca Romania mea nu e asta urata si rea, aglomerata si murdara ci una frumoasa si curata cu oameni buni si primitori pe care i-ai asculta ore in sir si nu i-ai intrerupe de dragul dulcelui lor grai,  netehnologizata excesiv si fara aere de altceva decat e; iubesc in acelasi timp si Bucurestiul aglomerat si Bucovina linistita si galagia capitalei si calmul Bucovinei. oi fi eu o combiantie a extremelor.&lt;br /&gt;de maine am sa pun cateva poze din mini-vacanta ,momentan doar o pisica de munte, mai exact in varful muntelui.&lt;br /&gt;ce-o fi cautand acolo si cum o supravietui nu pot sa stiu ?!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SgJkkpe5MEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Di68E9Zy_Ns/s400/Picture+207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332935489533587522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;La om arta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;travestirii&lt;/span&gt; atinge apogeul:iluzie, lingusire, minciuna, inselatorie,  barfa, parada, stralucire de imprumut, masti, conventie ipocrita, comedie jucata in fata celorlalti si a propriei persoane-intr-un cuvant, eternul zbor in jurul unei singure flacari-vanitatea.Toate acestea isi impun atat de bine caracterul de regula si de lege,incat aproape ca nu exista nimic mai de neconceput  decat nasterea,printre oameni a unui pur si nobil instinct al adevarului."        Nietzche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3066886066135605882?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3066886066135605882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3066886066135605882' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3066886066135605882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3066886066135605882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SgJkkpe5MEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Di68E9Zy_Ns/s72-c/Picture+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8298730194041618219</id><published>2009-05-04T07:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:43:44.118+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania-the land of choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6GbSby0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jJ9GwhDqcM4/s1600-h/P1020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6GbSby0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jJ9GwhDqcM4/s320/P1020476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846812216251106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu vreau sa fac parte din cei care sustin ca nu e nimic in tara asta de vazut frumos sau chiar daca ar fi nu putem sa ajungem din cauza drumurilor sau a preturilor duble fata de alte tari, chiar daca uneori rezonez si cu aceste pareri. nu vreau nici sa parodiez celebrul imn dar titlul mi s-a parut bun pt pozele ce vor urma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week-end 1 mai. 3 zile libere.plimbare prin tara cu prietenii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prima zi am fost la Praid si Sovata. La Praid am fi vizitat si salina, punctul de interes al statiunii de altfel daca programul de vizitare nu ar fi fost pana la 11!!! pai cum ? avem o atractie turistica si o tinem deschisa 3 ore?? pai si turistul care ajunge la 12? sau la 2? sau la 5? ca a batut 400 de km sa ajunga acolo . sa faca stanga imprejur si sa-si vada de treaba lui ca programul e program. oricum cel mai bun kurtos kolacs ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sovata e un santier...toate strazile se repara, unele hoteluri se modernizeaza.mi-a placut mult Danubius health spa resort. foarte european si civilizat;poate pentru ca erau si multi straini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ziua 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;initial am plecat spre sibiu, apoi spre sambata in cautarea unei pastravarii pe care o stiam de acum ceva ani. bineinteles ca ne-am ratacit . calitatea drumului excelenta. asta e plus . la minus avem din nou natura umana. fie ea a celor care detin un retaurant, un centru de ceva sau a celor ce sunt primari consilieri parlamentari samd.pai mai oamenilor, daca voi stiti ca "statiunea sambata" aflata la 12 km de sambata localitate(adica fara locuitori) este atractie turistica pentru fraieri din aia care in loc sa plece in austria, turcia, bulgaria, germania, vor sa viziteze frumusetile patriei , de ce nu faceti si voi ceva frumos pe acolo??? sau macar adunati copacii pe care i-ati taiat  pentru ca e usor dezolanta imaginea. iar pentru marii afaceristi ce au pensiuni si restaurante pe la munte:daca tot aveti bani multi asa nu vreti voi sa  puneti mana de la mana sa nivelati si drumul pana la voi acolo??? ca si-asa sunteti unul langa altul nu cred ca saraciti din asta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf58XZeFMdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sll46MmraHQ/s1600-h/P1020339.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf58XZeFMdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sll46MmraHQ/s320/P1020339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331835750269137362" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am gasit pastravaria pana la urma, slava Domnului. a meritat sa ne plimbam prin the land of choice pentru ca am gasit un loc superb, foarte bine organizat si intretinut, unde calitatea nu e fictiva preturile sunt foarte bune si oamenii parca sunt altfel. tind sa cred ca e mai bine ca locurile frumoase sa fie departe si greu accesibile, in concluzie mai putin cunoscute de gloata. nu-i bai ca e frumos si la predeal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca sa nu mai scriu mult ma gandesc sa pun poze :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6BIGuoBoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x4-RjVCwt7Y/s1600-h/P1020372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6BIGuoBoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x4-RjVCwt7Y/s320/P1020372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331840985098356354" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6AazPVegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WOrM4XIo534/s1600-h/P1020367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6AazPVegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WOrM4XIo534/s320/P1020367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331840206772730370" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frumosul loc se numeste Albota si se afla intre Fagaras si Sibiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ziua 3, adica ieri, ne-am plimbat prin padure, am incarcat plamanii cu aer curat, am intalnit niste super gaste care dormeau duse la soare, am fost la un restaurant foarte frumos si ne-a parut rau ca trebuie sa plecam :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6F_TfQ7LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Mh77c5tPdVA/s1600-h/P1020472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6F_TfQ7LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Mh77c5tPdVA/s320/P1020472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846331462905010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;cam asta a fost plimbarea de 1 mai...cu bune si rele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;destul de echilibrata relatia dintre bune si rele de data asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ps: nu mai aruncati pet-uri,pungi, adidasi ,samd prin padure si pe pajisti. intr-un sac puteti baga toate gunoaiele de dupa gratar! nu e greu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps2:mai bine ca in ardeal nu se mananca nicaieri :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-8298730194041618219?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8298730194041618219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8298730194041618219' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8298730194041618219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8298730194041618219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/romania-land-of-choice.html' title='Romania-the land of choice'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sf6GbSby0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jJ9GwhDqcM4/s72-c/P1020476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4089286226079333457</id><published>2009-04-30T14:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:02:14.536+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisici'/><title type='text'>alt pisic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SfmSxfDVimI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lU39fE7t-yQ/s1600-h/motanul+somn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330453012816431714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SfmSxfDVimI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lU39fE7t-yQ/s400/motanul+somn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;motanul somn! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu cred ca avea chef de pozat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4089286226079333457?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4089286226079333457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4089286226079333457' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4089286226079333457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4089286226079333457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/motanul-somn-nu-cred-ca-avea-chef-de.html' title='alt pisic'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SfmSxfDVimI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lU39fE7t-yQ/s72-c/motanul+somn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4044544261454038291</id><published>2009-04-29T09:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:26:53.402+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisici'/><title type='text'>rubrica noua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993526899630226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sffw34n74JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5SZgMZ5b5N4/s400/Phdec080079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa cum spuneam ieri , m-am gandit sa inaugurez rubrica pisici.Asa ca din cand in cand, voi mai posta cate-o fotografie cu o mata sau un mat. una bucata motan se va repeta deoarece este personal si simplu de fotografiat. restul sunt doar pisici intalnite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La multi ani , Karina!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4044544261454038291?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4044544261454038291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4044544261454038291' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4044544261454038291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4044544261454038291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubrica-noua.html' title='rubrica noua!'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sffw34n74JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5SZgMZ5b5N4/s72-c/Phdec080079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-5349785534904416589</id><published>2009-04-28T11:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:30:27.118+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografii'/><title type='text'>noroi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sfa-W25H2kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/whHP_qPLBoU/s1600-h/vulvanii+noroiosi+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329656508941064770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sfa-W25H2kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/whHP_qPLBoU/s400/vulvanii+noroiosi+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;m-am gandit ca uneori sa postez si niste fotografii...caut in colectia personala fotografii demne de blog :P si am de gand sa inaugurez rubrica pisici :) curand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-5349785534904416589?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5349785534904416589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=5349785534904416589' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/5349785534904416589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/5349785534904416589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/noroi.html' title='noroi'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/Sfa-W25H2kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/whHP_qPLBoU/s72-c/vulvanii+noroiosi+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7026963054468140741</id><published>2009-04-24T10:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:48:54.571+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>m-am imbolnavit de nervi! nu mai pot cu tranzitul intestinal! "tu cat timp iti petreci la toaleta?" cat timp vreau dar nu stresez pe nimeni cu asta . cum ar fi :  -" buna! ce mai faci x?&lt;br /&gt;-bine francy ! tu ?&lt;br /&gt;-uite am stat vreo 15 minute la toaleta " ee?!?!? cum ar fi treaba asta? cam aiurea , nu ? cam asa e si cu reclamele. casti si tu frumos ochii la un film o emisiunea la ce s-o uita fiecare iar in timpul pauzei auzi:"bifidus actiregularis (....) ajuta la reglarea tranzitului intestinal lent" si jap schimbi canalul unde dai de "tu cat timp pierzi zilnic la toaleta? incearca tranzactiv" si schimbi repede canalul si dai de dicarbocalm si muti si mai repede canalul si auzi "ce-ai facut azi iubito? , -of, mai nimic" si muti ca sti ca iar o sa auzi intrebarea de 100 de puncte si vezi reclama la nu stiu cum duo si stingi televizorul agasat de reclamele la toate medicamentele inventate vreodata pt toate problemele ce tin de tranzit intestinal, balonare , arsuri sau mai stiu eu ce alte simptome. si probabil ca dupa cateva secunde de liniste te duci sa-ti pierzi un pic de timp la toaleta ca ce altceva sa mai faci ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-7026963054468140741?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7026963054468140741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7026963054468140741' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7026963054468140741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7026963054468140741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8731708589737671422</id><published>2009-04-14T17:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:51:55.874+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>mamma leone</title><content type='html'>tata este pescar inrait. de mica am fost in delta si am mancat peste.unul dintre cei mai dragi prieteni ai mei e ruda cu delta...si gateste incredibil pestele!&lt;br /&gt;de  aici pleaca acest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au venit niste prieteni in Bucuresti si m-au rugat sa fac rezervare la un restaurant unde se poate manca peste deoarece el in ziua aceea nu putea consuma altceva.&lt;br /&gt;de aici incepe problema:&lt;em&gt;"am mancat vreodata peste la restaurant in bucuresti ?"&lt;/em&gt; raspuns clar NU. aici problema s-a agravat. sun in stanga sun in dreapta si dau de raspunsuri gen "bah am mancat dar nu asa ...extraordinar", "mami stiu un loc dar nu ti-as recomanda", "du-i si tu la un restaurant oarecare ca un peste acolo gasesti", samd. pana la urma vorbesc cu tata care inteaba un prieten care are un restaurant si se pricepe (probabil) si-mi spune sa merg pe strada Povernei nr 22 ca e acolo un restaurant cu specific pescaresc.&lt;br /&gt;zis si facut! gugalesc, gasesc nr de tel sun fac rezervare. o domnisoara draguta imi explica unde e , ma intreaba fumatori , nefumatori, ora ,nr de persoane , buna ziua, buna ziua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasim strada ,parcam , intram pe poarta: o casa veche , o scara impunatoare, un hol mare, un ospatar care ne conduce la masa. la prima vedere restauranul impecabil ; o combinatie foarte fericita de culori ,alb cu gri si verde deschis, mobilierul, fetele de masa, tacamurile, farfuriile de un bun gust si de o curatenie impecabila. noi, ca romanul patit prin bucuresti, ne asteptam ca daca totul e asa frumos mancarea in mod clar e proasta. s-a comandat salau, ton,o portie de fructe de mare si inca un peste autohton al carui nume imi scapa. ca sa nu lungesc povestea nu cred ca s-a vorbit macar in timpul mesei. excelenta si mancarea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"daca restaurantul e frumos, mancarea asa buna, nota trebuie sa ne omoare!"&lt;/em&gt; ma gandeam eu. 4 persoane a cate 4 feluri de mancare 3 salate suc apa plata 2 beri si un desert 130 ron.adica super bine.&lt;br /&gt;asa ca ...place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-8731708589737671422?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8731708589737671422/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8731708589737671422' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8731708589737671422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8731708589737671422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/mamma-leone.html' title='mamma leone'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-8717824530429902228</id><published>2009-03-11T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:45:24.302+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>sniff</title><content type='html'>nu am mai scris pe blog , nu am mai stat pe forum, nu prea am fost la scoala nu prea am facut nimic deoarece sunt bolnava. urasc din tot sufletul sa fiu racita si sa ma doara "in gat"...tangatita vorba unui prieten  ...ce urat vorbesc...adica scriu ca de vorbit mai bine tac. logica e de invidiat dar e mea si nu o dau la "nimenea"&lt;br /&gt; cert e ca m-am uitat la televizor incontinuu si ma astept sa platesc cablu dublu     (?!?! logica din nou)  asa ca sunt la curent cu tot ce se intampla: cu creditul pe care-l ia Romania, cu simpatiile si antipatiile din televiziune, cu arestari, accidente ,crime samd!&lt;br /&gt; oricum afara ploua si e nevoie de umbrela...ela ...ela (citat din marian care citeaza din domnisoara faultata  care citeaza din oricine ar fi compozitorul ei)  asa ca nu pierd nimic daca stau in casa!&lt;br /&gt;in incheiere ...Modafen rulz the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-8717824530429902228?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8717824530429902228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=8717824530429902228' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8717824530429902228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/8717824530429902228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/sniff.html' title='sniff'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-294175203156475444</id><published>2009-02-20T08:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:41:16.687+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>cine sa traiasca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ5P8IhTAoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yZTrK9Bqj-I/s1600-h/Hfn67z729960-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304765305586909826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ5P8IhTAoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yZTrK9Bqj-I/s200/Hfn67z729960-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;astazi este ziua unei persoane foarte dragi mie si chiar daca afara e frig ploua si bate vantul eu ii doresc o zi minunata de nastere alaturi de toti cei dragi lui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La multi ani Puffy sa cresti mare sa fi sanatos sa ai parte de tot ce-ti doresti si sa ramai asa cum esti acum ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;un cadou virtual cred ca nu ar strica asa ca, special pt tine : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckiDILekEm4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckiDILekEm4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(poza nu e cea mai resusita dar mie imi e cea mai draga)&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/131963086168653246-294175203156475444?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/294175203156475444/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=294175203156475444' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/294175203156475444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/294175203156475444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/cine-sa-traiasca.html' title='cine sa traiasca...'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ5P8IhTAoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yZTrK9Bqj-I/s72-c/Hfn67z729960-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7109236009697655467</id><published>2009-02-19T13:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:59:26.784+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualitate'/><title type='text'>sticky&amp;sweet tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ1IjIZ8x7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0SLw00_WSzw/s1600-h/Mtv_2005-1-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304475704501258162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ1IjIZ8x7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0SLw00_WSzw/s200/Mtv_2005-1-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;veste buna pentru fani ! Madonna concerteaza pana la urma in Romania pe 26 august in Parcul Izvor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://tickets.madonna.com/"&gt;https://tickets.madonna.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la sfarsitul paginii scrie in tabel si de Bucuresti! happy happy joy joy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ne place sau nu , tipa e un fenomen care merita atentia noastra si cine ne invata mai bine decat enciclopedia secolului 21, Wikipedia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna"&gt;http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: nu sunt fan ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-7109236009697655467?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7109236009697655467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7109236009697655467' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7109236009697655467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7109236009697655467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/sticky-tour.html' title='sticky&amp;sweet tour'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZ1IjIZ8x7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0SLw00_WSzw/s72-c/Mtv_2005-1-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-7600007615434544625</id><published>2009-02-18T12:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:31:09.466+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Un pic de ecologie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZvmgz5YdkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FZX0Xp3bM7I/s1600-h/P1020190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304086437519980098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZvmgz5YdkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FZX0Xp3bM7I/s400/P1020190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am venit aseara dintr-o scurta plimbare intr-un orasel din Ardeal. Nimic nou pana aici ,merg acolo de multe ori , ma simt bine, imi plac oamenii si din fericire foarte des mi se intampla sa am si treaba pe acolo. De data asta insa am intalnit ceva despre care merita sa scriu ca exemplu pentru noi toti: langa acest orasel exista si un sat in care am fost in vizita la cineva . Nu va povestesc ce liniste e ,ce frumos e , ce oameni draguti si primitori sunt acolo dar va povestesc cum intr-un sat fara pretentii socio-culturale ,unde nu se simte mirosul de parfumuri scumpe si nici trotuarele nu au urme de pantofi de firma ,unde exista case simple si vile construite cu mult bun gust am vazut, in fiecare colt al strazilor niste cutii metalice galbene in care se strangeau PET-urile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vazand asta ma intrebam cum se poate ca intr-un sat majoritar cu oameni simpli, fara studii sau pretentii , intr-un loc unde frigul e mai aprig decat in capitala si aceste cutii sunt mult mai departe decat cele gasite in Bucuresti, sa se poata aduna aceste sticle de plastic si la noi nu ? De ce oamenii aceia isi dau seama de importanta ingrijirii mediului si unii dinte noi ,nu ? e adevarat ca in Bucuresti sunt putine astfel de containere ecologice in comparatie cu numarul de locuitori dar SUNT , e adevarat si ca sunt putine centre de reciclare a hartiei dar si ele EXISTA! si atunci de ce sa nu incercam sa salvam putinul care mai e de salvat?!? de ce e mai simplu sa arunci pe geam gunoaiele decat sa ai o punga de gunoi in masini in care sa strangem ambalajele, gumele,sticlele,hartiile,samd ,dupa care sa o aruncam la pubela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exemplele sunt multe si de cele mai multe ori banale dar adevarul este ca nu reusim sa ne schimbam mentalitatea in una eco ,cu toate ca e foarte important sa o facem. Si nu pentru ca asta e in trend acum si nici pentru ca asa vrea Uniunea ci pentru ca traim intr-un oras murdar, prafuit, cu prea putina verdeata avem Pentru o societate care consuma atat de mult ca a noastra ar trebui facute multe, incredibil de multe pentru ignoranta de care ne lovim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-7600007615434544625?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7600007615434544625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=7600007615434544625' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7600007615434544625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/7600007615434544625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-venit-aseara-dintr-o-scurta-plimbare.html' title=''/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMS4JUrOXFY/SZvmgz5YdkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FZX0Xp3bM7I/s72-c/P1020190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-6514427146432913979</id><published>2009-02-09T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:48:22.930+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place/nu place'/><title type='text'>place vs nu place</title><content type='html'>ca sa nu mai uit ce-mi place si ce ma enerveaza ,ceea ce mi se intampla mai nou, am sa scriu aici. si va invit si pe voi sa scrieti despre orice vrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5Xl0Qry-hA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5Xl0Qry-hA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu-mi place linistea. nu-mi place linistea din casa atunci cand sunt singura, nu-mi place linistea dedupa ce inchid televizorul inainte sa adorm, nu-mi place linistea de dupa o cearta in care nici eu nici el nu vrem sa ne cerem scuze primul, nu-mi place linistea din masina cand merg singura, nu-mi place linistea de dupa o petrecere sau o seara in club . esential e ca nu-mi place linistea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-6514427146432913979?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6514427146432913979/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=6514427146432913979' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6514427146432913979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/6514427146432913979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/ca-sa-nu-mai-uit-ce-mi-place-si-ce-ma.html' title='place vs nu place'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1671774335054534680</id><published>2009-02-08T14:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:03:36.256+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualitate'/><title type='text'>merita citit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sebastian-corn.tapirul.net/370/scrisoare-deschisa-ministrului-sanatatii-un-autodafe/"&gt;http://sebastian-corn.tapirul.net/370/scrisoare-deschisa-ministrului-sanatatii-un-autodafe/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-1671774335054534680?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1671774335054534680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1671774335054534680' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1671774335054534680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1671774335054534680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/merita-citit.html' title='merita citit!'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3310828964221507221</id><published>2009-02-08T12:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:04:13.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre de toate'/><title type='text'>frustrare!!!</title><content type='html'>stiu ca probabil e inutil sa scriu ceva despre trafic dar faptul ca ieri am facut 6 ore de la Brasov la Bucuresti nu poate decat sa ma isterizeze! in Brasov totul a fost frumos , au facut oamenii in intersectiile mari cate un sens giratoriu(excelenta idee) sunt 4 benzi pe sens se merge minunat!La iesirea din Brasov la fel , "libertate frate" , vorba cantecului. De unde apar restul de masini asta nu mai inteleg. Prin statiunile de mare turism precum Busteni si Azuga am vazut 3 oameni rataciti care se plimbau si nu pareau a fi turisti. In Predeal nu pot spune ca era aglomerat, cativa oameni pe partie, cativa prin baruri dar nu atat cat sa produca aglomeratie. Bun, pana acum statiunile aproape goale si traficul ca la nebuni !!! Bine ,am inteles ca a fost concursul international de parapanta sau asa ceva si turistii erau acolo , dar astia din masini de unde veneau ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Asta se intampla pana la Sinaia...de acolo spre Bucuresti a fost moartea! Bara la bara, claxoane, depasiri pe serpentine,injuraturi, vanzatori de toate prostiile printre masini, ca la nebuni!!! Nu mai spun de centura Ploiestiului care a fost un vis urat! De acolo am observat o usoara fluidizare, in ideea in care probabil iesisera cei din Ploiesti sa ia o gura de aer la munte!!!&lt;br /&gt;Din Otopeni pana acasa o ora si 20 de minute! am vrut sa o iau prin Pipera dar in ulima clipa m-am razgandit! proasta decizie...&lt;br /&gt;1.cum sa te bucuri de o intalnire cu prietenii, o vizita la mama/matusa/bunicul sau mai stiu eu cine, o zi de schiat ,un traseu montan, daca iti petreci urmatoarele 6 ore in masina vazand cum ti se albeste parul ???&lt;br /&gt;2.de ce, invariabil, toata lumea merge la sinaia, azuga, predeal ??? (exceptand faptul ca se indreapta care x loc si trebuie sa treaca pe acolo) poate pentru ca e aproape dar aproape pentru toata lumea?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;p.s. astazi am terminat sesiunea! as vrea sa mai am energie sa ma bucur... oricum dorm o zi doua si revin in forta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3310828964221507221?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3310828964221507221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3310828964221507221' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3310828964221507221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3310828964221507221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/stiu-ca-probabil-e-inutil-sa-scriu-ceva.html' title='frustrare!!!'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4829674045194973031</id><published>2009-02-04T20:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:32:28.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am hotarat azi sa reiau scrierea pe blog...nu dintr-un spirit de turma pur romanesc pentru ca teoretic il am din 2007 ci din dorinta de a scrie; de a scrie prostii, de a scrie frumos,urat,util,inutil,impresii,vise,povesti in esenta orice. cand eram mica scriam compuneri apoi am scris eseuri si usor usor nu am mai scris nimic.poate sms-uri :)&lt;br /&gt;am sters in mare unele posturi care nu mai erau de actualitate....am lasat ce mi-a fost drag....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4829674045194973031?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4829674045194973031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4829674045194973031' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4829674045194973031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4829674045194973031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/blanokvcockweokcfw.html' title=''/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-1912599561623217652</id><published>2008-02-05T08:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:01.630+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Obisnuia sa intarzie la orice intalnire cu grupul cate 10-15 minute..nu-i placea sa astepte singur si nu-I placea nici sa-i barfeasca pe ceilalti cu primul venit. Prefera sa intarzie…gurile rele spuneau ca de fapt ii placea sa se dea in spectacol…sau sa fie in centrul atentiei..si poate ca ii placea..ce ar fi fost rau in asta..??tot gurile rele spuneau ca este ipohondru…ceea ce dupa parerea lui era o ineptie  ”Eu nu sunt bolnav ..nu sunt si nu am fost niciodata..nu-mi place sa fiu bolnav sau sa iau medicamente..sunt insa realist si stiu  sa am grija de mine! Nu inteleg de ce asta inseamna ca sunt ipohondru!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statea deja de 5 minute in fata barului asteptand-o pe Iulia..ii promisese ca merg impreuna..se stiau de la gradinita si asta ii facea foarte buni prieteni…sau se cunosteau atat de bine incat nu puteau renunta unul la prietenia celuilalt..In adolesenta , Iulia, o fata timida , grasuta, cu ochelari si o acnee  puternica  era indragostita iremediabil de el …Avea un caiet intreg si pe fiecare fila era scris de 20-30 de ori Radu Oprea Radu Oprea. El nu si-a dat seama niciodata de asta…la banchetul din clasa a 12-a , dupa  si-a facut curaj cu cateva pahare de gin (primele din viata ei) i-a spus ca il iubeste. Chiar si acum isi aminteste cat de penibil s-a simtit si spune ca daca vreodata si-a dorit sa intre in pamant de rusine atunci a fost momentul. El i-a replicat dulce ca si el , ca este cea mai buna prietena a lui si ca sunt foarte norocosi ca se cunosc..Barbatii nu inteleg niciodata ce ar trebui sa inteleaga...nici femeile de altfel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“scuze  ca am intarziat..traficul e de vina!” si il saruta pe obrajii inghetati&lt;br /&gt;“Da , da traficul…intodeauna e cineva de vina!! Si eu stau aici si inghet asteptandu-te pe tine care esti pierduta in trafic!!! Stiai de  azi dupa-amiaza ca la 7 ne intalnim!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Dar , Radu…e doar..”&lt;br /&gt;“ "E doar" nimic!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“……..nu inteleg ….puteai sa intri si fara mine!”&lt;br /&gt;“Glumeam scumpo, glumeam …sti ca oricum nu-mi place sa ajung primul”&lt;br /&gt;“off Radu, ma scoti din minti!! Hai inauntru!! Mor de frig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bucura ca s-a revazut cu prietenii.Ii era dor de ei si se distrase copios! Baietii sunt la fel de nebuni si se distreaza si acum asa cum se distrau si in clasa a 10-a  cand fugeau de la ora dirigintei ca sa bea o bere si sa fumeze o tigara in barul de langa scoala   “Doamna diriginta , noi nu ne-am duce in bar ca sa fumam si cu atat mai putin sa bem!!! Dar daca oamenii astia iresponsabili au pus un bar langa scoala si nu o cofetarie?!?!?!? Noi ce sa facem ??” asta ii spunea el dirigintei ori de cate ori ii certa pt ca “absenteaza nemotivat  de la orele de curs”! “Nu absentam nemotivat doamna....ne era sete! Si daca berea e mai iefitina ca sucul….”&lt;br /&gt;Fusese o seara minunata si era tare fericit ca acceptase invitatia lui Alex. Poate ca nu era nefericit ci doar  se indepartase de lume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-1912599561623217652?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1912599561623217652/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=1912599561623217652' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1912599561623217652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/1912599561623217652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-452743515029330291</id><published>2008-01-17T15:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:01.630+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="m50" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=50&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=50&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa" winwidth="800" winname="null" winheight="550" winoptions="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="m50" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=50&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumase o tigara si isi spalase mainile..intodeauna se spala pe maini dupa ce fuma "ca sa nu-mi miroasa degetele a tutun" se scuza el tot timpul. Adevarul era ca se apucase de fumat foarte devreme si parintii lui insistau sa se lase si il verificau mirosindu-i degetele! "Hainele pot mirosii de la ceilalti dar degetele nu!" replica in fiecare seara tatal sau.&lt;br /&gt;Colega lui observase ca de 10 minute se uita la marker-ul roz de pe masa " E interesant roz-ul nu?&lt;br /&gt;nici un rapsuns...parca era si mai cufundat..."hellloooo....te-a hipnotizat marker-ul?" nu parea a se uita in gol ci pur si simplu studia marker-ul fara sa clipeasca "hei , te simti bine?"&lt;br /&gt;Se repezi intr-o fractiune de secunda si ridica receptorul telefonului "Alo da!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu era nimeni..doar tonul"&lt;br /&gt;"Bineinteles ca era doar tonul pt ca nu a sunat telefonul!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...probabil mi s-a parut"&lt;br /&gt;"Voiam sa te intreb...cum ti-ai petrecut sarbatorile? Ai fost la parinti? te-ai distrat?&lt;br /&gt;"Am vrut sa plec cu prietenii la munte dar mi-a spus o voce ca exista pericolul de avalanse asa ca nu am mai plecat.Ai mei ma obosesc si de cand am plecatde acasa parca nu-i mai cunosc asa ca am preferat sa raman in oras. Craciunul l-am facut cu niste prieteni...frumos..lipsea doar atmosfera iar Revelionul ....nu mai stiu ce am facut de Revelion..am uitat "&lt;br /&gt;(auzind , un coleg striga : Nebunule, ai baut asa de mult ca nu iti mai amintesti!!! Si eu la fel frate!! Pacat ca nu am fost impreuna.Hai ca trebuie sa fug....ne vedem la 7 la bar jos la o bere!Salut!&lt;br /&gt;continuand discutia:"&lt;br /&gt;...te simti bine? Esti obosit? Se intampla ceva?&lt;br /&gt;"Iulia, scumpa mea, eu nu mai sunt nici vesel nici trist nici fericit nici suparat...eu simt doar ca am un sarpe in stomac si ca nu-mi mai bate inima! Dar hai , nu-ti bate capul cu mine! Ne vedem diseara la bar! Te pup scumpo si apropos iti sta foarte bine noua tunsoare!"&lt;br /&gt;"Se intampla ceva cu baiatul asta...s-a schimbat asa de tare incat uneori nu-l mai recunosc....intr-un timp parea ca s-a vindecat!"&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca nimeni nu poate vedea urmele insangerate ale lacrimilor cazute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-452743515029330291?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/452743515029330291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=452743515029330291' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/452743515029330291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/452743515029330291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3050769397918897713</id><published>2008-01-17T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:27:01.680+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scrisoarea netrimisa a unui suflet ratacit&lt;br /&gt;"Stiu cum iti bate inima…stiu ce iti place si ce nu ..stiu ca te vreau oricat de greu ar fi sa te am, stiu ca te vreau chiar daca nu pot sa te am…tu esti al ei eu sunt a lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ne pierdem printre sentimente frumoase ce nu ne apartin si nu avem puterea sa recunoastem ca ne iubim, Acceptam dragostea pura a unor oameni cu care nu formam un intreg. Traim fara sa simtim iar atunci cand unul din noi are curajul sa spuna , pentru a cata oara?, “te iubesc” lumea ni se zdruncina cerul se crapa si marea se desparte. Distrugem tot ceea ce am cladit si realizam ca sub pojghita de fericire nu e nimic! Ca fericirea noastra este o proiectie a ceea ce ne dorim..pt ca idealul il cunoastem amandoi dar totusi nici unul nu il poate realiza Si ajungem ,pentru a cata oara? sa ne despartim sufletele si ne intoarcem la manechinele alaturi de care ne petrecem fiecare zi ca niste morti vii.. M-am plictisit sa traiesc, sa zambesc si sa iubesc fals Stiu ca nu te voi pierde niciodata, si in cazul asta “niciodata” nu e un cuvant prea mare stiu ca asa e scris sa fim impreuna ..&lt;br /&gt;poate ca am realizat prea devreme ceva ce ne va lega prea tarziu ..&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cum iti bate inima si stiu cum imi tremuri in brate..stiu ca respiram in acelasi timp si stiu cum iti zambesc ochii cand te sarut…..si mai stiu ca uneori despartirea nu inseamna nimic…." asta i-a scris stiind ca scrisoarea va ramane la ea ,netrimisa...pentru ca nu ar fi avut curaj sa i-o trimita... dar si-a dat seama ca inca il iubeste ..&lt;br /&gt;NLG 08.10.2007&lt;br /&gt;NLG 17.01.2008&lt;br /&gt;NLG 04.01.2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3050769397918897713?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3050769397918897713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3050769397918897713' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3050769397918897713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3050769397918897713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-mai-scris-asta-acum-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4378420020520806959</id><published>2007-11-20T09:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:01.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>De mult timp nu mai asteptase cu atata nerabdare un telefon...simtea cum ii vibreaza inima si i se parea tot timpul ca aude telefonul...Cu cateva ore inainte era in tramvai si unei doamne cumsecade din fata lui ii sunase telefonul;aceasta s-a uitat lung la aparat, incercand sa vada cine o suna dar esuase deoarece nu avea ochelarii pe nas. &lt;br /&gt; "E pentru mine!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Doamna il privea mirata..ba chiar speriata "Ce spui tu tinere??"&lt;br /&gt;"La telefon....e pentru mine..! "Doamna, trecuta de vreo 40 de primaveri se intoarse cu spatele la el "Un biet nebun draga...Deci Cristescu vrea despagubiri!!! Ce zgarcit!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu era pentru mine??? Cred ca nu a vrut sa mi-o dea la telefon! Asa cred..Cred ca toata lumea e impotriva noastra! Toata lumea!!" Nu vedea nimic in jur; vitrinele la care altadata se uita minute in sir, magazinele ale caror vanzatoare ii stiau numele si ii zambeau de fiecare data cand trecea prin fata lor astazi erau invizibile pentru el; ninsoarea pe care si-a dorit-o atat acum i se parea ingrozitoare si oribila pentru ca ii ingreuna drumul spre casa..spre telefon..spre ea&lt;br /&gt;"No new messages"-acesta era mesajul pe care il asculta deja de o ora.."Bineinteles ca nu am nici un mesaj!M-a sunat in tramvai si tampita aia nu mi-a dat telefonul! A intrebat-o de Cristescu!De parca ea de Cristescu voia sa vorbeasca!!Ea voia sa-mi vorbeasca! Si aia nu mi-a dat telefonul!Mii de draci!&lt;br /&gt;Inserarea l-a surprins in bucatarie facandu-si o ciocolata calda..nu bea cafea pentru ca ii facea rau la inima sau cel putin asa spunea el..Poate ca pur si simplu nu-i placea cafeaua.Ciocolata calda i se parea genial de buna..mai ales daca si-o pregatea el singur : "ciocolata calda, lapte fierbinte o patratica de ciocolata si multa dragoste" Asta era reteta pe care doar Hannei  i-a spus-o intr-o zi friguroasa de iarna in care venise cu fratele ei in vizita&lt;br /&gt;Nu o cunoscuse inca pe Amalia, cea care avea sa-i schimbe pentru totdeauna viata.&lt;br /&gt;"Oare de ce a sunat dupa atatea luni? Dupa atatea luni in care nu ne-am vorbit si nu am stiut nimic unul de celalalt..Dar ii multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca a sunat pentru ca aveam atata nevoie de ea! simteam lipsa unui suflet cald si bun printre sloiurile de gheata din jurul meu....cu toate ca...uneori am impresia ca pe ea am inrait-o eu.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4378420020520806959?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4378420020520806959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4378420020520806959' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4378420020520806959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4378420020520806959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-3619692145641834706</id><published>2007-11-14T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:01.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>In camera era frig ca si in sufletul lui iar patul parea mult prea mic pentru amandoi: "Oricum suntem la ani lumina unul de celalalt" A pus capul pe perna si a adormit fara sa-i spuna nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Capul ii plesneste oasele parca i se sfarama...deshide ochii si se uita la ceas..16:28. "1 ianurie...cum a trecut oare?" Se da jos din pat si isi apinde o tigara "Bine ca nu se vede rana asta care supureaza"&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul se vindeca prin uitare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a dat seama ca frigul de afara este si in sufletul lui; si ca ploua si e mohorat pentru ca si el e urat si trist! Zapada e curata , zapada te face fericit iar el nu era fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o dimineata cand ea inca dormea a realizat ca o iubeste! Ca o iubeste enorm de mult si ca o adora cand doarme! Poate pentru ca atunci nu ii spune nimic nu il contrazice cu nimic e linistita si parca zambeste senina din somnul ei agitat!Nici cand doarme nu e calma..niciodata nu e calma...&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii lui erau plecati...sau poate ca asa voia el sa considere ca sunt plecati.Nu era gata sa dea ochii cu lumea chiar daca uitase aproape tot. E un tip complex el: nu-i pasa de ce spun ceilalti dar ii pasa de ce gandesc ceilalti, nu-i pasa de ce vad ceilalti dar ii pasa de ce cred despre ceea ce vad, nu-i pasa daca ceilalti tin la el dar sufera daca cei pe care-i iubeste nu se gandesc la el.&lt;br /&gt;Afirma ca este sufiecient de puternic incat sa nu aiba nevoie de nimeni dar se hraneste cu energia si dragostea ceor din jur.Un prieten i-a spus candva ca suge energia persoanelor cu care interactioneaza, o prietena i-a spus ca o alimenteaza cu buna-dispozitie..El ce sa mai creada?&lt;br /&gt;Cu o zi inainte ea a plecat strangandu-si mecanic lucrurile si spunandu-i ca o sa-l sune ea cand ajunge acasa.L-a sarutat parinteste pe frunte s-a imbracat si a iesit de parca nici nu ar fi fost. "De ce dracu' ma pupa pe frunte??Mai bine nu ma pupa deloc decat sa ma pupe pe frunte!O urmarea cu privirea in timp ce ea isi arunca nervoasa geanta pe scaunul din dreapta al masinii. In loc sa tranteasca portiera si sa demareze in tromba pe straduta linistita ea iesi din maisna si alerga pe scarile blocului pana cand ajunse cu sufletul la gura in fata usii pe care el o uitase deschisa:&lt;br /&gt;"Mi-am uitat sufletul la tine!"&lt;br /&gt;"Unde?"&lt;br /&gt;"In sufragerie pe masuta ,langa telefon"&lt;br /&gt;"imi pare rau..nu sunt decat tigarile acolo"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, ce bine ca le-ai gasit! si pe ele le cautam; inseamna ca sufletul l-am pierdut pe undeva. Ma grabesc! te pup! te sun eu cand am timp! Ai grija de tine" a spus ea trantind usa de la intrare!Zgomotul metalic l-a cutrmurat si l-a facut sa stranga din dinti..."L-ai pierdut sau nu l-ai avut niciodata? Nici tu nu cred ca sti!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-3619692145641834706?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3619692145641834706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=3619692145641834706' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3619692145641834706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/3619692145641834706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-camera-era-frig-ca-si-in-sufletul.html' title='2'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131963086168653246.post-4965197387364597085</id><published>2007-11-13T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:07:01.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de povestiri'/><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="m24" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=24&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa" winoptions="2" winheight="550" winname="null" winwidth="800" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=24&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="m24" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=24&amp;amp;id=2E2rZgU3aacefAAlAyJIlvERmgZa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranteste usa si pleaca.Fiinta lui e revoltata si nu intelege; nu intelege cum a ajuns asa! Nu intelege de ce orice ar face nu e bine si orice ar spune e gresit!!! Ar vrea sa tipe sa tranteasca sa se duca sa-i spuna ca e viata lui si face ce vrea si ca daca ei nu-i convine nu are decat sa plece! Dar nu o face niciodata!Nu spune ce simte pentru ca ii e frica...ii e frica deoarece o cunoaste si stie ca e impulsiva si mult prea mandra!"I-as strica seara...si le-as strica si celorlalti seara..."spune el in gand inchizand usa taxiului...&lt;de&gt; Isi da seama a o mia oara in ultimele 6 luni ca e contradictoriu..ca nu mai stie ce vrea si ce-i place..si poate ca nu e vina ei.Poate ca ea este doar intamplator in viata lui si asta nu inseamna ca e vina ei.Poate e vina lui! Poate ca nici ea nu e fericita! Dar de ce nu ar fi? nu ar avea motive..ar trebui sa se simta cea mai iubita persoana din lume pentru ca este numai ea in inima si in mintea lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudate fiinte oamenii!&lt;br /&gt;Coboara din masina cu cateva strazi mai in fata decat ar fi trebuit."Multumesc frumos! Un an bun si plin de noroc sa aveti domnule!!!" striga robotic taximetristul numarandu-si banii pe care i-a castigat. "La fel si dumnevoastra"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;"Un an bun..." ce-o insemna un an bun?si anul asta a fost un an bun..un an in care am fost sanatos, cei dragi mi-au fost alaturi, am avut bani nu s-a intamplat nimic rau!Nimic care sa fie considerat de cei din jur grav...! Ce ciudat e ca uiti clipele de tristete si nefericire...uit ca au fost momente in care am crezut ca innebunesc !!&lt;br /&gt;Deschide usa si intra in casa. "Da-l dracu de an ! si da-l dracu de revelion! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131963086168653246-4965197387364597085?l=franciska-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4965197387364597085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131963086168653246&amp;postID=4965197387364597085' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4965197387364597085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131963086168653246/posts/default/4965197387364597085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciska-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>franciska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926531248572742921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-xZpzg09M/Tb_8P2LglVI/AAAAAAAAALg/tGLLE9ZiYwY/s220/Picture%2B226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
