<?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-1614711893754923593</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:31:03.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wutever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-8461969965035560904</id><published>2010-06-09T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:18:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>si ce dac-a trecut atata timp? a trecut tot?&lt;br /&gt;asta a fost tot timpul care ar fi trebuit sa treaca.&lt;br /&gt;asta ar trebui sa fie momentul in care sa se traga concluziile.&lt;br /&gt;dar e prea obosita. trage-le tu pentru amandoi!&lt;br /&gt;in capul ei incap acum doar mii si mii de particele din timpul care se pare ca s-a terminat.&lt;br /&gt;toate parca fac parte dintr-o jucarie de aceea de craciun, un glob de sticla pe care trebuie sa il agiti ca sa produci o mica ninsoare inauntrul lui.&lt;br /&gt;Acum dupa ce s-a scurs timpul si toate fractiunile se izbesc haotic de interiorul constiintei tot ceea ce poate sa faca este sa astepte ca ele sa se aseze usor si sa asterne odata cu ele linistea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-8461969965035560904?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8461969965035560904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=8461969965035560904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/8461969965035560904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/8461969965035560904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2010/06/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-4192500380149716497</id><published>2008-12-05T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:00:39.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>printre</title><content type='html'>da, vrea sa se piarda aiurea printre oamenii din metrou, printre oamenii de pe strada, printre copacii din parc, printre gunoaiele de pe jos, printre firmiturile de pe masa, printre suvitele de par, printre paginile din carte, printre picaturile de ploaie, printre lacrimile calde inca de pe obrajii rosii, printre gandurile tale si ale tuturor, vrea sa se piarda de tot, sa nu mai stie de sine si sa nu se mai stie de persoana sa, vrea ca dupa ce se pierde sa-si piarda si urma si sa se piarda cu totul, de tot, si totul sa se piarda cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nimic mai mult&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-4192500380149716497?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4192500380149716497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=4192500380149716497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/4192500380149716497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/4192500380149716497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/printre.html' title='printre'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-2847480649220448669</id><published>2008-11-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:02:25.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>multe, mult prea multe sentimente de-odata!&lt;br /&gt;mult prea multe regrete inutile..&lt;br /&gt;mai stii cum era?&lt;br /&gt;da, mai stie, mai stie foarte bine, inca mai simte tot, inca mai simte orice si doare!&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vrea nimic.&lt;br /&gt;ciudat cum cauta protectie si nu e nicaieri.&lt;br /&gt;vrea sa se fi inselat.&lt;br /&gt;if i could turn back time...ce ar schimba oare? incepand de unde?&lt;br /&gt;totul de la inceput, poate, sau poate doar ultimul moment.&lt;br /&gt;se gandeste ce ar fi insemnat ca pur si simplu sa nu fi existat nimic. acum ar fi fost cu totul altfel, bine sau rau.&lt;br /&gt;se gandeste ce ar fi insemnat sa dispara ultimul moment. acum ar fi fost bine.&lt;br /&gt;u can`t turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;acum...nu e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-2847480649220448669?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2847480649220448669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=2847480649220448669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/2847480649220448669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/2847480649220448669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-1047756509885320877</id><published>2008-05-11T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:49:55.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?!?</title><content type='html'>Frate, cate ganduri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai impresia asa ca toate trag de tine in diverse directii. Exact ca in desene, fazele cu dracusorul si ingerasul, numai ca aici parca sunt mai multe instante de acestea mai mici sau mai mari.&lt;br /&gt;Se da o mare lupta in capul tau intre ceea ce vrei sa faci, ceea ce ai vrea sa faci, ceea ce trebuie sa faci, ceea ce ti se spune sa faci, ceea ce ti se spune sa nu faci si asa mai departe! Sunt momente cand dintre toate domina una, iar apoi cealalta, iar cu cat te gandesti mai mult si incerci sa gasesti acolo un sens, cu atat intri in mai multe intersectii: stanga sau dreapta? sau pur si simplu inainte? Ce-ar fi sa nu le mai gandesti deloc? Sa te lasi pe pilot automat? Nu prea merge, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Focus! Pe ce? alta problema! Pe ce anume sa-ti concentrezi atentia mai intai?&lt;br /&gt;Ma enerveaza faza cu "Lasa timpul sa decida!". Cat timp crezi ca am ca sa-l las sa decida de fiecare data? Adica, la naiba, cred uneori ca e mai bine altfel decat acum, iar altadata o sa vreau sa fie ca acum, dar cum sa zici ca "dupa ce-o sa treaca o perioadaaaa...". Si in perioada asta ce fac eu? Astept sa treaca ea si-atat!&lt;br /&gt;Eh nu e nici chiar asa...&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi...prea muuulte ganduri in general!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-1047756509885320877?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1047756509885320877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=1047756509885320877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/1047756509885320877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/1047756509885320877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='?!?'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-6880726481712024561</id><published>2008-03-20T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:35:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da, super</title><content type='html'>Este aproape unspe si sunt intr-o banala ora de informatica.&lt;br /&gt;ma aflu in aceeasi situatie de a nu face nimic, si de a nu avea chef de a face ceva.&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc ca am o multime de lucruri de facut, ca trebuie sa le fac dar ca momentul in care as incepe sa le fac as vrea sa fie cat mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;in fine, a trecut ceva timp de cand nu m-am mai gandit sa scriu ceva.&lt;br /&gt;poate am simtit cand si cand nevoia, dar a intervenit din nou vesnica lene.&lt;br /&gt;ne e lene...ne e lene asa in general. ne e lene tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;ne e lene chiar si sa gandim. a ajuns sa ne fie lene sa simtim.&lt;br /&gt;iti e lene sa te implici in ceva, orice...&lt;br /&gt;facem multe chestii instinctual pentru ca ne e lene sa ne gandim la consecinte.&lt;br /&gt;te-ai obishnuit cu tine asa, lenes, si ce rost are sa mai schimbi ceva, din moment ce iti e lene?&lt;br /&gt;ar trebui poate sa ne trezim din amorteala asta, o amorteala agitata. suna ciudat, da...&lt;br /&gt;e ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;dar...imi e lene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-6880726481712024561?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6880726481712024561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=6880726481712024561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/6880726481712024561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/6880726481712024561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/da-super.html' title='da, super'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-6466602743475578793</id><published>2008-01-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T03:47:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again and again</title><content type='html'>a mai trecut un an, cica, si m-am trezit asa buimaca in anu` asta, cu aceleasi probleme de cand lumea.&lt;br /&gt;In fine, am ajuns sa cred ca astea sunt necesare, ca altfel nu sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;Si pana la urma poate e mai bine asa, cu probleme, cu discutii, cu teme de gandire asa in fiecare seara.&lt;br /&gt;Stateam si ma gandeam aseara cum naiba se manifesta dorul, fizic.&lt;br /&gt;si m-am gandit la o situatie. de fapt,  cand ti-e dor, ti-e dor de situatii, de momente, nu de persoane. bine-nteles ca momentele astea se asociaza cu o persoana, dar poate ca toate astea ar fi la fel de marfa si daca persoana ar fi alta.&lt;br /&gt;sau poate chiar mai tari.&lt;br /&gt;in sfarsit, frate, cand ti-e dor, simti asa un gol in stomac, ti se face cald si-ti vine sa pleci.&lt;br /&gt;mie asa imi vine. si normal ca ajungem la traditionalul de ce. uite de-aia. ca s-a-ntamplat.&lt;br /&gt;daca n-ai fi facut nustu ce, daca n-ai fi zis nustu ce, poate ar fi altfel. si ce daca?&lt;br /&gt;Consecinte, consecinte...te urmaresc si dupa cel mai mic gest.&lt;br /&gt;si daca mananci ceva super dulce iti vine sa bei ceva ca ti se face asa putin greata.&lt;br /&gt;asa e.&lt;br /&gt;let`s see...s, p,a, c, e, o, l, f, a, c, g,g - tare nu?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-6466602743475578793?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6466602743475578793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=6466602743475578793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/6466602743475578793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/6466602743475578793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/again-and-again.html' title='again and again'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-5836268088689024511</id><published>2007-10-06T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:12:07.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taci</title><content type='html'>nu ma intereseaza ce gandesti.&lt;br/&gt; de fapt chiar ma intereseaza dar nu pot fi cum vrei tu.&lt;br/&gt;nu pot si nu vreau sa fiu asa. &lt;br/&gt; stiu ce inseamna asta, si-mi asum riscul.&lt;br/&gt;probabil pe moment ti-ar placea sa fac niste compromisuri..,doar persoanele slabe le fac mereu.&lt;br/&gt;dar, uite, nici persoanele slabe nu-ti plac.&lt;br/&gt;atunci?&lt;br/&gt;mai gandeste-te...&lt;br/&gt;la revedere sau adio&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-5836268088689024511?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5836268088689024511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=5836268088689024511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5836268088689024511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5836268088689024511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/taci.html' title='taci'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-8985210481723147356</id><published>2007-09-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:22:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca...</title><content type='html'>`pentru ca vreau si eu sa mai simt fluturi in stomac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu un nou chiar daca e reiventat din ceva vechi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu sa fiu nerabdatoare sa vina ziua de maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu sa numar minutele pana cand ne intalnim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu sa ma aranjez pentru tine inainte cu jumate de ora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca in seara asta vreau sa suspin inainte sa adorm, si asta pentru ca as vrea sa fii langa mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca in vise as vrea sa imi doresc sa ne-ntalnim din nou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu ca de fiecare data sa-mi doresc sa ma saruti ca prima oara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu vreau sa mai simt rutina asta aiurea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu vreau sa-mi mai fie lene sa cobor pana la parter daca ma astepti in fata blocului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau sa pot sa fiu oricum cu tine, fara sa ma prefac deloc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu mai vreau sa simulez nimic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca vreau si eu sa-mi doresc sa treaca timpul mai greu cand sunt cu tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pentru ce atunci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este mai bine asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oricum mai devreme sau mai tarziu, totul ramane in urma, toate astea se transforma in amintiri care nici macar nu vor mai durea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iti garantez ca totul trece, doar incearca sa te uiti mai rar inapoi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-8985210481723147356?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8985210481723147356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=8985210481723147356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/8985210481723147356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/8985210481723147356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/pentru-ca.html' title='pentru ca...'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-106305697436329256</id><published>2007-05-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:14:58.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stii cum e?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Te mananca mana sa-i dai un e-mail, un sms, un beep ceva. V-ati mai intalnit pana acum, din greseala, si a fost ciudat. Cica te uitai in alta parte, da` de fapt...&lt;br/&gt;Nu a fost in nici un fel. Nu stiai daca sa saluti tu primul/a, sau sa astepti sa te salute... si daca te saluta, te cam gandeai sa nu-i raspunzi, asa..din orgoliu. Nu prea stii daca sa razi, daca sa zambesti, daca sa fii serios/oasa, ce sa faci cu mainile, si mai ales cu gandurile alea. Vrei sa fii doar tu, dar cum esti tu?&lt;br/&gt;Mai stii?&lt;br/&gt;complicatiuni...&lt;br/&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/1614711893754923593-106305697436329256?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/106305697436329256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=106305697436329256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/106305697436329256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/106305697436329256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/stii-cum-e.html' title='stii cum e?'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-4308363022046871215</id><published>2007-05-22T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:07:51.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fara numar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;si ce dac-ai patit-o, frate, o data? crezi ca data viitoare n-o sa te mai arunci cu capu` inainte ca pana acum?&lt;br/&gt;crezi ca o sa fii mai prudent/a ca sa "nu mai suferi"?&lt;br/&gt;Aiurea...cand o s-apara iar cu "plete-n vant", sau nu, la fel o sa faci. Bine, poate nu chiar de cum se iveste..&lt;br/&gt;da cand o sa se apropie n-o sa-ti mai aduci tu aminte ca a fost asa si pe dincolo! &lt;br/&gt;Si dac-o mai patesti inca o data, ce? asta e..mergem inainte!&lt;br/&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/1614711893754923593-4308363022046871215?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4308363022046871215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=4308363022046871215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/4308363022046871215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/4308363022046871215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/fara-numar.html' title='fara numar...'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-7264198870559605926</id><published>2007-05-22T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:15:17.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;am terminat cartea cu nume de telenovela...&lt;br/&gt;ma uitam azi la un status :" nu exista prezent, doar trecut si viitor"... Pentru viitor nu poti garanta, iar trecutul este ireversibil. &lt;br/&gt;Trecutul te marcheaza, te influenteaza, da, dar pentru ca nu mai poti sa-l schimbi trebuie sa ai grija de prezent, si prin asta, ai grija si de viitor. Ma gandeam, asa, la momente din "trecut"..de pe axa asta a timpului si am gasit mai multi icsi, mai apropiati, mai departati, x1,x2,...Cu astia am ramas, si intre ei, cam ceata...&lt;br/&gt;In fine,in 100 sunt fel si fel de oameni. Intr-o zi o sa ma uit la fiecare-n parte, chiar si la tine! &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/1614711893754923593-7264198870559605926?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7264198870559605926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=7264198870559605926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/7264198870559605926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/7264198870559605926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/marti.html' title='Marti'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-9084558197825353128</id><published>2007-05-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T05:32:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tudei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;iar luni, iar liceu...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ma trezesc? Da, ma trezesc imediat, doar sa ma mai lasi un minut.  Imi scutur capu` de ultimele bucati de vise si ma ridic. ooof..inca trei saptamani! &lt;br/&gt;Sa nu plec iar fara sa beau din ceai..dar, nu, nu plec, stai linistita! Am plecat!&lt;br/&gt;Ce fete aveti toti de dimineata in 100. Daca v-ati vedea, daca m-as vedea...S-ar putea sa-mi fie dor de asta, la un moment dat! &lt;br/&gt;Saracu` om! il injura toata lumea pe portar. "Ecusonul!"  Il am in ghiozdan...&lt;br/&gt;Si nelipsita profa de romana care, in caz ca inca nu-ti dadusei seama, te anunta strident ca s-a terminat weekendul. Nu-i nimic...&lt;br/&gt;inca trei saptamani...&lt;br/&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/1614711893754923593-9084558197825353128?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9084558197825353128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=9084558197825353128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/9084558197825353128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/9084558197825353128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/tudei.html' title='tudei'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-5664602410510728162</id><published>2007-05-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T04:10:09.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>luni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;cinci jumate, Phoenix, la etaj, un pepsi, prigat de P.R., Mythbusters, Fashion Tv, un pai intortocheat, viermi , airwaves de coacaze, chestiile alea pe care se pun paharele, o masea umflata, arata-mi degetele, imi platesc singura nota, vans si o banca. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&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/1614711893754923593-5664602410510728162?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5664602410510728162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=5664602410510728162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5664602410510728162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5664602410510728162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/luni.html' title='luni'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-7516602099744607620</id><published>2007-05-19T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T03:07:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...ciudat! tocmai atunci cand crezi ca "a trecut", ca nu te mai afecteaza, apare din nou. &lt;br/&gt;fizic, sau doar in mintea ta, e cam acelasi lucru,  si te trezesti din nou in starea aia. &lt;br/&gt;stiu ca ti-ai  spus ca ai depasit momentul si ca nu te vei mai lasa sa treci iar prin toate astea...&lt;br/&gt;si totusi vezi ca nu te poti abtine. i-ai sters deja numarul de telefon, id-ul, toate mesajele, arhiva este goala si cu toate astea ce-ai pastrat in tine e la fel de actual ca atunci. dar atunci nu e acum, si daca tot a fost un atunci si n-a fost bine, &lt;br/&gt;ce te face sa crezi ca "poate de data asta..."? &lt;br/&gt;  Am vazut ieri intr-un film, nu mai stiu care, o fraza cam asa :&lt;br/&gt;"daca vezi ca viata ta incepe sa fie exact cum iti doreai, &lt;br/&gt;ceva trebuie sa se intample!". &lt;br/&gt;si daca viata ta de-acum nu are mai nimic din ce ai vrea,&lt;br/&gt; inseamna ca ceva trebuie sa se inample, as well? personal, asa mi s-ar parea corect. Acum ca stau si ma gandesc, nu cred ca mi-a zis cineva vreodata "ba, &lt;br/&gt;mie-mi place viata mea exact cu e, nu imi mai doresc absolut nimic!"&lt;br/&gt; i`m fine with mine...&lt;br/&gt;dar...&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/1614711893754923593-7516602099744607620?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7516602099744607620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=7516602099744607620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/7516602099744607620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/7516602099744607620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/ce.html' title='ce...'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-3944608017739072495</id><published>2007-05-17T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:47:18.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce-uri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cateodata iti dai seama ca ai atatea dece-uri in minte incat regreti momentele in care s-a mai adaugat unul la lista ta. Regreti  poate doar faptul ca nu ai intrebat ce trebuia atunci cand trebuia, sau ca nu ai facut exact ce ai vrut atunci cand ai vrut. Te restrictionezi, iti pui limite peste limite ca sa devii un om mai bun si de fapt aduni regrete.Vrei sa fii mai bun, dar in raport cu ce?&lt;br/&gt; Care e problema daca "la ocazie" mai faci un gest deplasat?&lt;br/&gt;Te temi atat de mult sa fii judecat de cei din jur sau de fapt te gandesti ca si tu, la randul tau, judeci?&lt;br/&gt;De tine sunt agatate si-asa atatea etichete, unele mai stridente, altele mai neclare.... Sau poate ca de fapt conteaza care eticheta este pe deasupra, conteaza cum figurezi tu in societate. sau..conteaza?!si atunci...de ce? &lt;br/&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/1614711893754923593-3944608017739072495?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3944608017739072495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=3944608017739072495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/3944608017739072495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/3944608017739072495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/de-ce-uri.html' title='de ce-uri'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-5373275409061063257</id><published>2007-05-16T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:27:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cum ar fi daca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ai putea sa-ti schimbi lumea cum vrei tu? Daca ti s-ar putea implini si cea mai mica dorinta?&lt;br /&gt;Cine ar mai putea incapea in lumea ta construita din propriile dorinte?&lt;br /&gt;Cat de fericit/a ai fi? Si de ce?&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca orice lucru vrei este deajuns sa ti-l doresti pentru a-l avea?&lt;br /&gt;Cum ramane cu drumul pana la fericirea aia la care toti visam,&lt;br /&gt;cu sacrificiile pe care trebuie sa le faci? Nu stiu care ar mai fi satisfactia, cat de mare ar mai fi implinirea. Trebuie sa simti dezamagirea ca sa apreciezi ce ai. Fara sa plangi nu stii sa zambesti, ci reusesti sa imiti perfect, sa mimezi starile prin care crezi ca treci.&lt;br /&gt; Daca ar fi mereu cald ai sti cum e sa-ti fie frig? Si daca nu ti-ar fi niciodata frig, de unde-ai sti cat de cald iti este?&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1614711893754923593-5373275409061063257?l=eddswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5373275409061063257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1614711893754923593&amp;postID=5373275409061063257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5373275409061063257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1614711893754923593/posts/default/5373275409061063257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/cum-ar-fi-daca.html' title='cum ar fi daca...'/><author><name>name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614428096255582943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614711893754923593.post-4645491468666903073</id><published>2007-05-15T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:47:47.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cica atunci cand nu-ti e chiar bine incerci sa faci ceva sa scapi de asta,&lt;br/&gt; si te duci la sursa dispozitiei tale de doi bani. &lt;br/&gt;Gasesti ceva care te doare dar...nu prea poti sa faci nimic concret. &lt;br/&gt;Poate ai mai incercat de cateva ori niste variante, si degeaba. La un moment dat obosesti sa mai insisti, stiind ca raspunsul va fi acelasi. La ce bun? Stii ca asa de repede nu obtii nimic, si-ncerci sa evadezi, sa te rupi de realitatea ta atat de dureroasa acum. Hai sa citesti o carte...aiurea. N-ai stare si dupa primele pagini renunti. Iesi putin afara, sa mai vezi oameni noi, sa te aerisesti, dar peste tot unde te uiti ti se pare ca-l vezi. Nu este acolo, si nu va fi un timp, deci inceteaza sa-l cauti cu privirea printre necunoscuti.La urma urmei, necunoscut iti e si el. Ce stii despre el? Stiai ca nu ar putea sa se intample asta. Credeai ca e numai al tau si, vezi, nu e. Deci nu stii nimic. Te-ntorci in patul tau si-ncerci sa dormi, "ca sa uiti". Inchizi ochii si oricat te straduiesti sa-i alungi amintirea din capul tau confuz, nu reusesti decat sa-l readuci in viata ta insotit de momentele cele mai frumoase petrecute impreuna. Intr-un final adormi... iar subconstientul tau dragut il aduce din nou in prim-lan, exact cum nu ai vrea.&lt;br/&gt;Observi ca nu prea poti sa faci nimic? Nu te mai duce la PC degeaba ca nu ai nici un mesaj de la el. Telefonul...lasa-l inchis o vreme. 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