tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491182077291160422012-02-16T08:51:13.148-08:00Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.comBlogger1351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-33511940928194397882012-01-17T12:37:00.002-08:002012-01-17T12:51:49.280-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHI_mnK3hnM/TxXdj4-jh4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_WbE1V3XR0Q/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHI_mnK3hnM/TxXdj4-jh4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_WbE1V3XR0Q/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698704512167151490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"Time after time.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Strigă, încet se sufocă şi dispare.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Alunecă printre smaralde,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Adulmecă visele,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Împarte dorinţele.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>De câte motive,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stele uitate,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Universuri îndepărtate,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Este nevoie să auzi?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ating, încet simt cum se sufocă,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dispare în praf, fără nicio dorinţă,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fără niciun fel de luptă, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Devine praf stelar.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Razele îi străbat faţa,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lumină sau întuneric,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nici el nu mai face diferenţa.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Totu-i confuz din prisma acestuia.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Însă te strigă, te simte, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Încă doreşte să facă parte din tine,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ochi blânzi, calzi, plini de admiraţie,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dorinţe, aspiraţie</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Totul făcând parte ..</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>dintr-o entitate uitată de timp şi spaţiu,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Copilul din tine.</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3351194092819439788?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-48092245624012070962012-01-07T04:19:00.001-08:002012-01-07T04:21:29.141-08:00Ultima poezie, este prima poezie pe care am scris-o dupa un an, stiu, ca nu e tocmai stralucita. Sper sa imi intru in mana si sa simt poeziile, desi, cu timpul, te transformi in ceva ce nici tu mai recunosti, in adult.<div>:) Un alt proces stupid si de a cauta motive logice pentru a nu mai simti ceea ce se intampla in jurul tau, sa "nu mai pui la suflet".</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4809224562401207096?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-67677412660056725882012-01-07T04:01:00.000-08:002012-01-07T04:13:23.064-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emFG2_EpRto/Twg21gC3QlI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kTmeLYQIL6s/s1600/GothicWallClocks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emFG2_EpRto/Twg21gC3QlI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kTmeLYQIL6s/s320/GothicWallClocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694862021572903506" /></a><br /><b>Sharp!</b><div><br /></div><div>Intotdeauna mi-am pierdut gandurile,</div><div>Printre demonic si angelic.</div><div>Este fix momentul in care trebuie,</div><div>Sa imi refac lumea si coloanele.</div><div><br /></div><div>Este fix anul, ziua, secunda,</div><div>In care va trebui sa ma destept,</div><div>Sa imi recunosc ingerii</div><div>Si sa-i dezmierd.</div><div><br /></div><div>E timpul sa imi reconstruiesc castelele de nisip,</div><div>Pentru ca un copil ciudat si rautacios sa mi le strice.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tic, tac. Tic, tac.</div><div>Ceasul e prietenul tau.</div><div>Ticaitul bizar al timpului, </div><div>Timp abstract si nemilos.</div><div><br /></div><div>Timp care se joaca mereu cu tine,</div><div>Incearca sa te faca o alta capodopera a lui,</div><div>Sa te expuna pe un perete.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peretele "rusinii" si al celor "admirati",</div><div>El decide unde sa te expuna,</div><div>El decide care fapte sunt bune sau rele.</div><div><br /></div><div>Toate sunt decise de ceva abstract,</div><div>De un prototip, atat de rasunator,</div><div>Doar, un tic, tac.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6767741266005672588?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-44958562874817472422011-11-27T09:51:00.000-08:002012-01-07T03:44:11.434-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHWrfEbOJW8/TtJ5s5x4uwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/J039kqKZCHI/s1600/broken-heart1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHWrfEbOJW8/TtJ5s5x4uwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/J039kqKZCHI/s320/broken-heart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679735892398881538" /></a><br />Back.. here.. again..<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oare..?!<br /><br /></div><div>Oare.. daca ai fi sincer ar fi totul perfect?</div><div>Nu, ar fi totul mai imperfect ca orice dorinta.</div><div>Dar daca..?!</div><div>Uita de acel "daca", uita de "dar".. Nu exista.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oare?!... "Iti spun eu, nu m-ai crede".</div><div>Nu, ar fi totul inutil ca orice realitate.</div><div>Dar daca..?!</div><div>As putea uita de tot si as avea tot.</div><div><br /></div><div>As putea, as putea crea totul,</div><div>Sterge, recrea si pastra exact ce doresc,</div><div>Gusta si uita din tot ce e lumesc</div><div>Dar.. cicatrizandu-se tot ce e nematerial, nepalpabil, sufletesc.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4495856287481747242?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-5820603473462440452011-11-23T08:49:00.001-08:002011-11-23T09:31:33.137-08:00<div>Din dorinta de a mari comunitatea, SceneFZ a hotarat ca in perioada 28.11.2011 - 08.12.2011 sa deschida portile pentru noi useri. </div><div>In acelasi timp, tot pentru a veni in ajutorul userilor, SceneFZ a creat 3 noi categorii:</div><div>1. TVEps-Ro (RoSubbed)</div><div>2. XviD-Ro (RoSubbed)</div><div>3. BR-Ro (BluRay-RoSubbed)</div><div><br /></div><div>Daca ati devenit deja curiosi puteti sa va creati un cont aici: www.scenefz.net </div><div><br /></div><div>posted by black1989</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-582060347346244045?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-54277310530839676132011-10-04T08:44:00.000-07:002011-10-04T08:45:45.095-07:00Ma innec in propriile cuvinte,<div>Impiedic in pacate,</div><div>Ma uit in spate..</div><div><br /></div><div>Te vad, pretutindeni,</div><div>Imi esti aproape,</div><div>Ma uiti, ma regreti..</div><div><br /></div><div>Acorda-mi dreptate, </div><div>Doar pentru o noapte,</div><div>Da-mi al tau suflet..</div><div><br /></div><div>Dupa care, </div><div>Poti sa imi spui soapte,</div><div>Sa ma minti in fapte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5427731053083967613?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-9331472410977482752011-09-25T13:46:00.000-07:002011-09-25T13:52:54.414-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LMlzEwPhU4/Tn-UoONlzdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/u4dGWEGV_ms/s1600/Rose%2Band%2Brock%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LMlzEwPhU4/Tn-UoONlzdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/u4dGWEGV_ms/s320/Rose%2Band%2Brock%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656403075731410386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> Dulci</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dulci erau petalele de trandafir pe ale tale buze.</div><div>Dulci.. erau ale tale maini pe al meu corp.</div><div>De cate motive, de cate nopti si de cate ganduri,</div><div>De cate dulci amintiri, dulci precum primavara,</div><div>Este nevoie, sa stau la umbra ta, fericire?!</div><div><br /></div><div>De cate acte desarte, incercand sa te am aproape,</div><div>De cate acte fara avocati, trebuie semnate,</div><div>Ca sa fiu din nou printre soapte.</div><div><br />Soaptele lunii, soaptele vietii, soaptele misetrelor.</div><div>Soapta ta, a mea, a noastra, de cate?<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>De cate buze dulci ca mierea, trebuie sa strabati,</div><div>De cate maini dulci la atingere, trebuie sa admiri,</div><div>De cate corpuri nemangaiate trebuie sa suspini,</div><div>De cate ochi nevinovati e nevoie sa induri?<br /><br /></div><div>Dulci.. dulci zile... dulci amintiri, dulci..</div><div>Dulci.. exact ca amintirea unei frunze,</div><div>Dulci.. ca noaptea, ca ziua, ca .. (oare vei stii....?!)</div><div>Dulci..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-933147241097748275?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-6292802431482720332011-09-25T13:41:00.000-07:002011-09-25T13:44:26.169-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McmeXNraklc/Tn-SmWl1EpI/AAAAAAAAAss/unCBocAX1xY/s1600/Calm_Down_by_Sugarock99.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McmeXNraklc/Tn-SmWl1EpI/AAAAAAAAAss/unCBocAX1xY/s320/Calm_Down_by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656400844597564050" /></a><div>Calm</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Stai incet,</div><div>Trage aer in piept,</div><div>mangaie-mi chipul, </div><div>saruta-mi fruntea, admira-mi corpul..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Stai incet,</div><div>Calm.</div><div>Sangele curge, timpul trece,</div><div>Strange-ma de mana.. calm.. ma doare..</div><div>Strange-ma in brate.. calm.. ma ranesti,</div><div>Admira-mi amintirile.. calm.. ma omori.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stai incet.</div><div>Stai incet, iubite,</div><div>Calm..</div><div>Zorii zilei vor veni, iara eu.. nu am ce sa fac,</div><div>Calm.. nu am sa plec.. o sa revin, </div><div>Cand noaptea imi va striga din nou numele, </div><div>O sa revin.. o sa revin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stai incet,</div><div>Nu iti fie dor de mine,</div><div>Eu inger cazut cu aripi frante,</div><div>Calm..</div><div>O sa ai timp.. sa ma cunosti,</div><div>O sa ai timp sa ma admiri..</div><div>O sa ai timp.. sa fii .. calm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Calm.. precum marea in timpul verii, fara briza, fara niciun fel de atingere,</div><div>Calm.. precum inima intr-o iarna adanca, intr-o hibernare profunda a corpurilor noastre...</div><div>Calm.. este orice anotimp, orice pictura, orice priveliste,</div><div>Calm.. este orice ne inconjoara.. </div><div>Doar ca...</div><div>noi nu putem fi calmi.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Calm.. nu e de fapt nimic...</div><div>Din cauza noastra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-629280243148272033?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-35091474600073944232011-09-08T09:36:00.000-07:002011-09-08T09:40:54.689-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHnInw1mAS0/TmjvcW1VzGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xIvnncJNJsY/s1600/last_breath-447660.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHnInw1mAS0/TmjvcW1VzGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xIvnncJNJsY/s320/last_breath-447660.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650029002980969570" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Inspir, expir, trag aer,</div><div>Incerc, traiesc,</div><div>Imi injectez, iubesc.</div><div>Trage tare, expirare,</div><div>Totu-i intrebare,</div><div>Cine moare??</div><div><br /></div><div>Eu duc, arunc, privesc,</div><div>Injur, iubesc.</div><div>Scriu, tai, recitesc.</div><div>Tu tai, rupi, arunci,</div><div>Privesti, razi, </div><div>Oameni muti..</div><div><br /></div><div>Trag, tragi, tragem,</div><div>Nu doar atat, </div><div>Ci murim.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3509147460007394423?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-18415068026751901752011-08-28T02:58:00.000-07:002011-08-28T03:03:50.801-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig1WVb90r_4/TloRUA3hw3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/s79_dB_kKaA/s1600/1231894876_9270_full.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig1WVb90r_4/TloRUA3hw3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/s79_dB_kKaA/s320/1231894876_9270_full.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645844118390293362" /></a> <br /><div> <br /></div><div>Nu am mai scris demult.. cred ca am cateva luni, dar nu din cauza ca nu am avut timp ci din cauza faptului ca nu am vrut. Dar.. here I am.. </div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Lost..</div><div> <br /></div><div>Pierduta-n cuvinte, cineva sa ma asculte,</div><div>Impiedicata-n propria-mi soarta, incurcata-n soapte,</div><div>Confuza in ganduri, actiuni, salvata-n reprosuri,</div><div>Pierduta-n tine, in obraji, buze.. ochi.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Pierduta-n alta lume, as vrea sa ma asculti,</div><div>Impiedicata-n tine.. incurcata-n viitor,</div><div>Confuza in trecut, salvata-n ale tale bate,</div><div>Pierduta-n inima ta, atingeri.. dorinte.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Sunt pierduta complet.. in tine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1841506802675190175?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-43433211799823693442011-06-07T14:26:00.001-07:002011-06-07T14:39:34.250-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_CmQe_gB0M/Te6Y5yg8gmI/AAAAAAAAArM/lvd-3f686rU/s320/de-cadere.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615593903957508706" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>hmm.. cu ce sa incep..? incep prin faptul ca sunt schimbata la loc, la loc, sunt schimbata, in bine, din ce in ce mai bine. Mi-e sa nu cad.. sa nu cad atat de tare incat sa nu mai pot fi recompusa din tandarile facute si ele praf din cauza "gravitatiei".Cu ce sa incep? incep cu ziua de 04.02.2011, care m-a schimbat complet, in bine, care .. cum sa zic, acea zi a fost pentru mine ceva ce nu a mai fost pana acum, ziua de 19 martie, a fost cea mai perfecta zi, ziua de 04.05.2011, a fost cea mai.. perfecta zi, a, da, am mai zis-o o data, despre alta zi. Dar toate zilele cu el sunt perfecte, iar fiecare minut, secunda cu el, as vrea sa le petrec.. chiar sa dureze pana la sfarsiturile infinutului. Daca o sa cad, o sa cad precum Satana din cer, iar cazatura aceea va fi decaderea mea din propria-mi fiinta. Doar timpul va decide pentru mine, nu eu, nu tu, nimeni.. doar El si el.<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-n4tGDBlJM/Te6Y-PIOYyI/AAAAAAAAArU/amGjSmcr7Yo/s320/detroit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615593980357927714" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4343321179982369344?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-238128269310601262011-05-16T23:46:00.000-07:002011-05-16T23:50:58.839-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2m5aCMNrwRo/TdIaxvFCGUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/590DSEfYlE0/s1600/WWII.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2m5aCMNrwRo/TdIaxvFCGUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/590DSEfYlE0/s320/WWII.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607573927783176514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Revin!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Plec, iubito! Nu ma uita,</div><div>Poate am sa revin candva.</div><div>Iubito nu plange,</div><div>Poate ne vom revedea.</div><div>Iubito stergeti lacrima,</div><div>Ca ceilalti sa te poata dezmierda..</div><div><br /></div><div>Plec, iubito! Nu te uita,</div><div>In spatele tau, ne vom revedea,</div><div>Dupa trenul care ma rapeste</div><div>Nu te uita,</div><div>Sigur voi reveni candva,</div><div>Iubito, stegeti lacrima,</div><div>Ca eu.. sa te pot saruta.</div><div><br /></div><div>Revin, nu ma uita.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-23812826931060126?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-24089789286244292222011-04-12T21:37:00.000-07:002011-04-12T21:41:27.566-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHwDDSMFI0s/TaUpYJ8gMEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8qOfncyNIO0/s1600/16%2BBroken%2Bglass%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHwDDSMFI0s/TaUpYJ8gMEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8qOfncyNIO0/s320/16%2BBroken%2Bglass%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594923607040995394" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Menire</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Calca</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">calca</span> pe cioburile..</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ale mele <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cioburi</span>..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sfarama-le</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sfaramana</span> tot..</div><div style="text-align: left;">Din mine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Calca</span>, oare e menirea ta?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sfaramata</span>, oare.. e menirea mea?!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oricum ar fi..</div><div style="text-align: left;">O menire ai..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Calca</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sfarama</span>..</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dar nu uita..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Totul va deveni <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cioburi</span> mai mici,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Din ce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">in</span> ce mai mici,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Pana</span>?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Va <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">disparea</span>.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2408978928624429222?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-26284471727710567892011-03-29T14:06:00.000-07:002011-03-29T14:11:21.319-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tGuHZ7avC4/TZJJ_JvPX_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/W7_T9kItc2k/s1600/y1prYDTNGG9XLULeheWkTh-4ZB9sUCmbLUH5VBbq8g6Ewd1eaPJqW3fpW37Ii_xPzy5reb69Qi8iQg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tGuHZ7avC4/TZJJ_JvPX_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/W7_T9kItc2k/s320/y1prYDTNGG9XLULeheWkTh-4ZB9sUCmbLUH5VBbq8g6Ewd1eaPJqW3fpW37Ii_xPzy5reb69Qi8iQg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589611436814852082" /></a>Singura.. Dormitor.. Chitara<div>Si.. o amintire..</div><div>Singura.. un pat, o tresarire.</div><div>Strang in brate un gand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stau.. ma uit pe pereti, pe tavan,</div><div>Dezmierd razele ce cad..</div><div>Stau.. ma uit la crapaturile usii..</div><div>Stau.. Strang in brate un amant.</div><div><br /></div><div>Strang in brate amantul,</div><div>Strang in brate.. cearceaful,</div><div>Devenit amantul meu.</div><div>Strang in brate parfumul tau.</div><div><br /></div><div>Strang cearceafurile ca si cum</div><div>Le-as strange pentru ultima oara</div><div>Asa cum am facut cu tine</div><div>Cu o seara, odionioara.</div><div><br /></div><div>Strang din dinti, imi strang amarul,</div><div>Strang.. in suflet tot ce simt</div><div>Iar inima.. strange si ea cearceaful</div><div>Zicand " Te iubesc!" cu o soapte usoara.</div><div>Simt.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2628447172771056789?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-81124008557340340082011-03-29T14:00:00.000-07:002011-06-07T14:42:42.667-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCCrCJWmaCg/TZJIhNh601I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Xl_O0G6jTcw/s1600/lena.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCCrCJWmaCg/TZJIhNh601I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Xl_O0G6jTcw/s320/lena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589609822925017938" /></a>ALErG<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Iar alerg.. alerg.. in sparanta ca te voi gasi.</div><div>Iar alerg.. in speranta ca te voi dezmierda.</div><div>Iar alerg.. in dorinta ca te voi vedea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Iar aleg calea sinelor,</div><div>Iar aleg uitatul in gol,</div><div>Al sufletului meu ecou.</div><div><br /></div><div>Iar alerg intr-un absurd,</div><div>Iar alerg cu pasi impiedicati,</div><div>Iar alerg .. aleg sa alerg..</div><div><br /></div><div>Iar aleg sa alerg spre tine,</div><div>In speranta ca te voi gasi,</div><div>Ca te voi dezmierda,</div><div>Ca te voi vedea.</div><div>Iar aleg calea sinelor, </div><div>Uitatul in gol intr-un ecou.</div><div>Iar alerg si aleg absurdul,</div><div>Cu pasi impiedicati, </div><div>Cad .. alerg.. aleg .. </div><div>Sa ma impiedic sa cad</div><div>In puful din sufletul tau.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8112400855734034008?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-8643447604945189622011-03-29T13:49:00.001-07:002011-03-29T14:00:01.548-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOdmSK8V80/TZJH0TWDCDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YRZk2kLheF4/s1600/62134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOdmSK8V80/TZJH0TWDCDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YRZk2kLheF4/s320/62134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589609051391723570" /></a><b><i><br /></i></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Un Inger</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Mov</span>.. aprins, inchis, era cerul.</div><div>mov, inchis mi-era sufletul.</div><div>Mov deschis.. imi era inima.</div><div>Mov.. imi era lumea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aripile-ti frante </div><div>Mi-au atins adierea,</div><div>Care ma scalda,</div><div>Mi-au atins zambetul,</div><div>Si.. am inceput sa rad..</div><div><br /></div><div>Privirea-ti tandra</div><div>Mi-a refacut lumea,</div><div>Mi-a redat caldura.</div><div><br /></div><div>Un inger cazut,</div><div>A carui lume as vrea sa fiu eu,</div><div>A carui inima as vrea.. sa fie a mea..</div><div>A carui suflet as vrea sa fie al meu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Un inger.. caruia..</div><div>Ma daruiesc.. </div><div>Tie..</div><div>Iti daruiesc.. ce am de pret..</div><div>Totul.. in schimb.. as vrea..</div><div>Sa te am pe tine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-864344760494518962?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-47925210242156364032011-03-29T13:49:00.000-07:002011-03-29T13:59:57.037-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOdmSK8V80/TZJH0TWDCDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YRZk2kLheF4/s1600/62134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOdmSK8V80/TZJH0TWDCDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YRZk2kLheF4/s320/62134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589609051391723570" /></a><b><i><br /></i></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Un Inger</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mov</span>.. aprins, inchis, era cerul.</div><div>mov, inchis mi-era sufletul.</div><div>Mov deschis.. imi era inima.</div><div>Mov.. imi era lumea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aripile-ti frante </div><div>Mi-au atins adierea,</div><div>Care ma scalda,</div><div>Mi-au atins zambetul,</div><div>Si.. am inceput sa rad..</div><div><br /></div><div>Privirea-ti tandra</div><div>Mi-a refacut lumea,</div><div>Mi-a redat caldura.</div><div><br /></div><div>Un inger cazut,</div><div>A carui lume as vrea sa fiu eu,</div><div>A carui inima as vrea.. sa fie a mea..</div><div>A carui suflet as vrea sa fie al meu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Un inger.. caruia..</div><div>Ma daruiesc.. </div><div>Tie..</div><div>Iti daruiesc.. ce am de pret..</div><div>Totul.. in schimb.. as vrea..</div><div>Sa te am pe tine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4792521024215636403?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-9112328493028527772011-03-04T01:32:00.004-08:002011-03-04T01:38:38.656-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmyqBTq-ecE/TXCxtU5uFDI/AAAAAAAAApo/B9obLgiznlk/s1600/Gothic_Rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmyqBTq-ecE/TXCxtU5uFDI/AAAAAAAAApo/B9obLgiznlk/s320/Gothic_Rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580155330575078450" /></a><br /><div>Sansa<br /><div><br /></div><div>Petale intr-o carte, randuri uitate,</div><div>daca l-ai lasa, ar creea,</div><div>Daca ar creea.. ai omori..</div><div><br /></div><div>Lasa-l in lumea lui,</div><div>Sa-si spuna povestea,</div><div>Ca mai apoi..</div><div><br /></div><div>Sa se trezeasca..</div><div><br /></div><div>Ajuta-l sa infloreasca,</div><div>Mangaie-l.. admira-l..</div><div>Iubeste-l.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Suav.. tandru..</div><div>Ghimpii sai neputinciosi,</div><div>Isi deschid lumea,</div><div><br /></div><div>Ajuta-l sa infloreasca..</div><div>Invata-l nebunia..</div><div><br />Lasa-l sa isi spuna povestea.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-911232849302852777?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-25400784466313727802011-03-02T23:22:00.000-08:002011-03-02T23:25:36.632-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_AuqA3guJQ/TW9B2vNALtI/AAAAAAAAApg/rPwMaiVmiqA/s1600/musicsfsfs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_AuqA3guJQ/TW9B2vNALtI/AAAAAAAAApg/rPwMaiVmiqA/s320/musicsfsfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579750871975079634" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Din nou m-a salvat.</div><div>Din nou m-a luat in bratele ei neputincioase,</div><div>Imbratisare plina de tandrete, desi este neputincioasa.</div><div><br /></div><div>Din nou m-a innebunit cu mireasma ei,</div><div>Cu "vocea" ei,</div><div>Cu "atingerea" ei..</div><div><br /></div><div>M-a facut sa vibrez din nou,</div><div>Sa imi simt bataile inimii,</div><div>Coardele ei atingandu-mi sufletul, mintea, nebunia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vibratia ei, fiind la unison cu a corpului meu,</div><div>Simt.. traiesc.. muzica.. te iubesc.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2540078446631372780?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-59153294256307254942011-03-02T23:18:00.001-08:002011-03-02T23:19:11.677-08:00Ah, cat imi ador nebunia.<div>Doamne.. dar cat o mai ador.</div><div>Imi ador lumea..</div><div><br /></div><div>Divinizez nebunia..</div><div>A mea nebunie..</div><div>Nu a altora..</div><div><br />Ma face completa,</div><div>Diferita de ceilalti muritori.</div><div>Ma face nemuritoare.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma face sa ma simt fericita, </div><div>Trista, nebuna.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma face sa ma simt</div><div>PERFECTA!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5915329425630725494?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-3136417041256754622011-03-02T22:49:00.001-08:002011-03-02T22:51:45.362-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHx5qT5fIVM/TW8577AMRBI/AAAAAAAAApI/w7GFevMj3A8/s1600/%2528105%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHx5qT5fIVM/TW8577AMRBI/AAAAAAAAApI/w7GFevMj3A8/s320/%2528105%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579742164948894738" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Deschisa</div><div><br /></div><div>Imi deschid sufletul catre ea..</div><div>Ma admira, ma alinta..</div><div>Ma iubeste..</div><div><br /></div><div>Imi deschid inima..</div><div>Iar ea.. ma omoara,</div><div>Ma reinvie, ma iubeste.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma alinta din nou,</div><div>Dar cu o timiditate necunoscuta.</div><div>Ma alinta, din nou.</div><div><br /></div><div>Imi deschid ochii, inima,</div><div>Sufletul, nebunia,</div><div>Catre ea..</div><div>Catre Lu(mea)Na mea.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-313641704125675462?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-21966541855345294572011-03-02T22:39:00.000-08:002011-03-02T22:47:02.933-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9SmVVyMAtE/TW84sQFriDI/AAAAAAAAApA/HlOcvM5I4PQ/s1600/graveyard-peace-moon-rest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9SmVVyMAtE/TW84sQFriDI/AAAAAAAAApA/HlOcvM5I4PQ/s320/graveyard-peace-moon-rest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579740796219525170" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Intr-o lume a mea imi zbier gandurile,</div><div>Imi sfasie corpul fiecare picatura de ploaie,</div><div>Cazuta pe al meu chip cioplit de nebunie.</div><div><br /></div><div>O lume in care ma regasesc..</div><div>In care ma pierd..</div><div>Dar totusi.. imi reinvie sufletul.</div><div><br /></div><div>Intr-o lume a mea imi zbiara inima,</div><div>Imi zbiara sufletul,</div><div>Nebunia.</div><div><br /></div><div>O lume.. care ma cuprinde cu ale ei brate,</div><div>Care ma cocoloseste ca pe un copil,</div><div>Care ma alinta.. precum o mama.</div><div><br /></div><div>Intr-o lume.. a mea.. lume..</div><div>Ma pierd..</div><div>Dar, m-am regasit.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2196654185534529457?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-85204845740572295862011-02-20T04:49:00.000-08:002011-02-20T05:13:22.558-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oulFuJkunw/TWEOTAlzRuI/AAAAAAAAAow/CrvIhszO04g/s1600/Rainbow-kids-714.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oulFuJkunw/TWEOTAlzRuI/AAAAAAAAAow/CrvIhszO04g/s320/Rainbow-kids-714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575753533400237794" border="0" /></a><br />Doar deseneaza..<br /><br /><br />Un copil deseneaza pe nisip,<br />Basme, povesti nemuritoare, desene animate..<br />Un adolescent.. deseneaza visele,<br />Iubire, melancolie, tristete..<br />Un adult.. deseneaza.. realitatea..<br />Nebunie..<br /><br />Un copil pierdut in adolescentul de azi si adultul de maine.<br />Un copil.. care vrea sa deseneze doar un curcubeu,<br />un copil.. care e pierdut in tine, in mine, in noi.<br />Creste.. dar nu ucide.. daca nu, intr-un final.. copilul..<br />Va zace in tine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8520484574057229586?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-21275152764667046482011-02-02T13:26:00.000-08:002011-02-02T13:35:59.188-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TUnMk8Zhe4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/CpOOiUaYGsw/s1600/424151.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TUnMk8Zhe4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/CpOOiUaYGsw/s320/424151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569207349280865154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Prietenii sunt ca si "acuarelele"<br /><br />Iti coloreaza viata<br />S-ar putea ca eu sa nu fiu "acuarela" ta preferata<br />Dar sper ca o sa ai nevoie de mine<br />Candva.. sa iti completezi "tabloul"<br /><br /><br />Prietenii sunt precum stelele cazatoare,<br />Foarte rar ii vezi..<br />Prietenii, sunt precum niste tablouri rare,<br />Foarte greu sa le obtii,<br />Ce sunt prietenii?<br />Sunt bucati din suflet,<br />Pentru fiecare pui cate o bucata de iubire..<br /><br />Ce sunt ranile?<br />O stea nerecunoscatoare,<br />Bucata de suflet,<br />Tablouri incolore..<br />Ranile.. sunt prieteni falsi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2127515276466704648?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-37922846245846899002011-01-20T07:31:00.000-08:002011-01-20T07:37:11.748-08:00Lasa-ma sa cad..<br />Decazi ingerul meu.<br />Lasa-ma sa zbier..<br />Zbieri speranta mea.<br />Lasa-ma sa rup amintiri<br />De care nu pot sa traiesc.. fara<br />De care inca ma zbat in ele<br />Iar sangele-mi cald inca<br />Se zbate in inima-mi franta.<br /><br />Mangaie-mi parul,<br />Atinge-mi respiratia<br />Mangaie-mi iubirea<br />Atinge-mi speranta<br /><br />Vreau doar sa.. renasc<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3792284624584689900?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-50300992457213705082011-01-16T07:31:00.000-08:002011-01-16T07:35:36.372-08:00Ultima oara cand mai simt<br /><br />Te urasc, vreau sa dispari din viata mea,<br />Te urasc, nu vreau sa simt nimic,<br />Te-am distrus?!<br />Care a fost primul distrus?!<br />Eu, sau tu..????????<br /><br />Chit pe chit, iubirea mea decedata<br />Inchisa in cavoul nebuniei mele<br />Te urasc, iti spun,<br />Ca ai zis acele cuvinte.<br /><br />Te urasc, iti doresc tot binele din lume,<br />Tu.. imi doresti raul.<br />Te urasc, nu vreau sa mai aud de tine<br />Ma blestemi??!!! te blestem si eu pe tine..<br />Sa fii cel mai fericit..<br /><br />Te iubesc.. se pare ca tu nu.<br /><br />Adio! Om fara inima.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5030099245721370508?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-20821890013219783882011-01-11T10:43:00.000-08:002011-01-11T10:48:24.365-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TSylBuCI0bI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ti7MVHjjZ28/s1600/hiarcut.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TSylBuCI0bI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ti7MVHjjZ28/s320/hiarcut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561001088851169714" border="0" /></a><br />Desprinde-mi cureaua, sutienul, jarteaua,<br />Compleseste-ma cu priviri fierbinti,<br />Imbraca-ma cu sarutari navalnice.<br /><br />Desface-mi parul, prins in codite neastamparate,<br />Apoi, alinta-mi trupul cu atingerile tale.<br />Imbraca-ma cu sarutari navalnice.<br /><br />Dezgoleste-mi usor trupul fierbinte,<br />Imbraca-ma cu sarutari navalnice<br />Topeste-te precum pasiunea ma topeste pe mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2082189001321978388?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-64842834775440166552011-01-05T14:54:00.001-08:002011-01-05T15:00:47.789-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TST2qZJXv2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/qWnmqgYeRJk/s1600/big_Broken_Heart.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TST2qZJXv2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/qWnmqgYeRJk/s320/big_Broken_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558839048247164770" border="0" /></a>Erai, esti si vei fi totul pentru mine.<br /><br />Incep prin a spune ca tremur de teama,<br />Sangele-mi pulseaza, inima-mi moare..<br />Vantul adie si trimite un sarut,<br />Pe ale tele buze, cel de ramas bun.<br /><br />Cand esti departe,<br />Stele se sting de al tau dor,<br />Eu o data cu ele.<br /><br />Cand imi esti aproape,<br />Luna nu mai are somn,<br />Iar soarele asteapta,<br />Sa te mangaie.<br /><br />Cand esti departe,<br />O parte din mine moare treptat.<br />O data cu ea.. creste si nebunia.<br /><br />Cand imi esti aproape,<br />Iubirea ma copleseste.<br />Ador sentimentele acestea.<br /><br />Te pierd.. ma sting..<br />Te-am pierdut,<br />Astfel m-am sinucis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6484283477544016655?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-22641843517321907222010-12-28T03:49:00.000-08:002010-12-28T03:58:19.407-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRnPeTjvyHI/AAAAAAAAAns/reU2Vu6rJ9c/s1600/gelozie5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRnPeTjvyHI/AAAAAAAAAns/reU2Vu6rJ9c/s320/gelozie5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555699734891448434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Si daca m-ai gasi<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Si daca m-ai gasi<br />In noaptea cea rece,<br />Corpu-mi dezmierdat,<br />De-o raza ce trece..<br /><br />Totul fiind neinsemnat..<br />Ai fi nepasator si rece?<br /><br />Si daca m-ai gasi<br />In bratele lunii<br />Oare ai fi gelos<br />Pe razele iubirii?<br /><br />Si daca m-ai gasi<br />Pierduta in mine,<br />Pe langa lacul adanc,<br />Dominat de sperante<br />M-ai alunga de langa tine?<br /><br />Si daca m-ai gasi<br />Dormind sub un copac,<br />Cristale de gheata,<br />Facandu-mi pe plac,<br />Cantandu-mi ode ale nemuririi,<br />Pierzandu-ma in oceanele uitarii..<br /><br />M-ai striga?!<br />M-ai cauta?!<br />M-ai regasi?!<br />M-ai dezmierda?!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRnQv3aWYPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BluWhzTMnw0/s1600/gelozie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRnQv3aWYPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BluWhzTMnw0/s320/gelozie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555701136085115122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRnQj5RiKwI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FBWEM7gmHuQ/s1600/gelozie.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2264184351732190722?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-80329425849582950852010-12-21T09:40:00.000-08:002010-12-21T09:49:26.489-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRDmqMFCKsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yzPIAXqjbgA/s1600/asdasd.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TRDmqMFCKsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yzPIAXqjbgA/s320/asdasd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553191953019054786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sunt confuza.. nu mai stiu ce vreau concret de la tine.. astazi ma duci catre cer, maine imi iei zilele. Ce anume mai e special inrealtia noastra? in afara de faptul "nu stiu", ca acestea sunt niste cuvinte foarte speciale pe care mi le adresezi zilnic. Ce anume merita.. si ce nu?<br />A da.. am chef sa scriu.. asa ca.. daca cititi, bine, daca nu, si mai bine.<br />Asa.. Unde ramasesem? da.. ce anume vreau? nu te mai vreau.. ba te vreau.. nu vreau sa aud de tine, nu pot trai fara tine, ma exasperezi pana cedez nervos, dar totusi iti acord alta sansa.. din nou. Ce anume e special la tine? de a ma face.. ba nu, stai, ma intreb cateodata "Cum ar fi daca as fi singura" si cateodata ma sitm al dracului de bine..<br />De ce?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8032942584958295085?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-69147345766376611332010-12-19T10:54:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:11:54.815-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TQ5Wiq9mnpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I8NgfMUniy8/s1600/ad3c1b91_0050001462648_00_6001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TQ5Wiq9mnpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/I8NgfMUniy8/s320/ad3c1b91_0050001462648_00_6001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552470544242613906" border="0" /></a><br />Petale imprejuru-mi cad mereu..<br />De la flori, de la sufletul meu.<br />Seara mi-a adus un zambet si un trandafir,<br />Iara eu, nu am stiut cum sa il admir.<br /><br />Petale cad imprejuru-mi mereu,<br />Mi-e dor de ce-a fost si ce nu va mai fi,<br />Mi-e dor mereu..<br />Insa petale cad imprejuru-mi mereu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6914734576637661133?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-10824589764551854002010-12-15T15:00:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:13:14.724-08:00Aripile-mi sunt din nou frante,<br />Culeg tandari?<br /><br />Ce sunt tandarile..?<br /><br />Tandarile..<br />Bucati din inima, din suflet, din minte,<br />Bucati din tine.<br /><br />Culeg.. petale..<br /><br />Ce sunt petalele?<br />Frumusetea unui trandafir, farmecul si rostul lui,<br />Bucati din el.<br /><br />Culeg.. lacrimi..<br /><br />Parti.. din inima zdrobita.. suflet uitat.. de .. de ce anume?<br />Bucati.. din fosta ta fiinta.<br /><br />Ce mai culeg?<br />Stai sa ma gandesc..<br /><br />Mai am ceva de cules?<br />Ceva ce sa incerc sa pun,<br />Bucata cu bucata,<br />La loc?<br /><br />Ma tai in bucatile ascutite<br />Din mine, sparte..<br />Sparte.. de cine?<br /><br />Mai am ceva.. de ales..<br />Ca puzzle-ul sa reusesc<br />Sa il refac ca la inceput?<br /><br />Mai lipseste o piesa..<br />Mereu va lipsii.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1082458976455185400?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-52250020167167027562010-12-15T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-15T15:07:22.175-08:00O apasare tot mai inceata si mai tare<br />Sa zic asa..<br /><br />O alinare inxistenta si pe zi ce trece, mai ucigatoare,<br />Sa zic.. asa..<br /><br />Sa zic asa? ca a fost.. asa?<br /><br />Asa ca a fost zis .. sa fie asa..<br /><br />Cum a fost?<br /><br />A fost sa fie.. asa..<br />Asa a fost sa fie..<br />Sa zic asa..<br /><br />Totul e la fel?<br /><br />Sa zic ca nu va mai fi..<br />Sa zic.. ca a fost..<br />Ca a fost sa fie.. asa..<br /><br />Totul.. e la fel?<br />Inca?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5225002016716702756?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-88393248751819360132010-12-15T14:54:00.000-08:002010-12-15T14:57:34.418-08:00Si ma afund tot mai mult in ale mele dorinte..<br />Sau ale altora..<br />Incat nu imi mai pot gasii alinarea.<br /><br />Ma alina doar niste vorbe, care acum sunt aruncate in vant.<br />Ma alina un ton suav, care acum e rostit cu dispret.<br /><br />Sunt eu.. si nu ma vezi.<br />Sunt ea.. ochii devin mari si inocenti.<br /><br />Sunt ea.. ma respingi.<br />Sunt eu.. te atrag.<br /><br />Da-mi o soapta.. sa o ating.<br />O alinare sa o dezmierd.<br />Un sarut sa il privesc.<br />Si..<br /><br />Mai e ceva..<br />Mai e?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8839324875181936013?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-70233993870366814372010-11-24T13:16:00.000-08:002010-11-24T13:27:14.237-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TO2A39hSUJI/AAAAAAAAAms/nu3s50Es2yM/s1600/0ogNLKXpPpz660xoOOexU66So1_400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TO2A39hSUJI/AAAAAAAAAms/nu3s50Es2yM/s320/0ogNLKXpPpz660xoOOexU66So1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543228415258284178" border="0" /></a><br />Ajunge!<br /><br />In piele mi-a increstat viata o idila,<br />O "dorinta"aceea de a nu fi niciodata iubita,<br />De tine...<br /><br />Acum vad adevarat ta fata,<br />Aceea nemiloasa si .. cruda inchipuire,<br />Erai un inger pentru mine..<br /><br />Salvarea mi-ai fost..<br />M-ai ajutat insa sa decad, din nou,<br />In bratele mele de alta data.<br /><br />Ajunge!<br /><br />Nu te mai vreau,<br />Nu mai vreau sa ma minti,<br />Sa ma manipulezi si sa te joci cu mine.<br /><br />Ah..! In piele imi "racai" iubirea<br />Sa imi amintesc de ea<br />Cand o sa vad cicatricea.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O sa imi aminteasca de noi doi, de o iubire.. dulce.. dar atat de amara.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7023399387036681437?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-6148220430627164902010-11-19T12:42:00.000-08:002010-11-19T12:46:34.897-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TObhMGrXwVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kBy7sCEG_w8/s1600/Death-of-love.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TObhMGrXwVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kBy7sCEG_w8/s320/Death-of-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541363989593178450" border="0" /></a>Death Of Love<br /><br /><br />Si astfel viata imi da inca un branci,<br />Un branci prea dur.. pentru a mea fiinta,<br />Pentru al meu suflet.<br /><br />Ma inchid in colivia cea plina de moarte,<br />Cea plina de regrete.. si de amintiri.<br />Mi-e frica..<br /><br />Ma inchid in mine.. din nou.<br />Pieptul ma doare, respiratia e grea..<br />Oare.. asta e ultima suflare?<br /><br />Mi-e frica..<br /><br />Ma inchid in cavoul cel plin de ura,<br />De ura fata de mine insumi,<br />Pentru faptul ca nu stiu sa apreciez.<br /><br />Mi-e frica.<br /><br />Gandurile apasatoare imi cutremura corpul,<br />Imi ucid inima, imi blesteama sufletul.<br />Mi-e frica.<br /><br />Mi-e frica.. te voi pierde..<br />Mi-e frica.. vei pleca..<br />Mi-e frica.. voi ramane doar eu..<br />Si .. o umbra de amintiri,<br />O "moarte a iubirii".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-614822043062716490?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-27438268537757268412010-11-17T12:07:00.000-08:002010-11-17T12:14:35.790-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TOQ2w2KYCrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/O09MniI1f2I/s1600/love-kiss-eec.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TOQ2w2KYCrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/O09MniI1f2I/s320/love-kiss-eec.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540613654373206706" border="0" />Doar un gand</a><br /><br />Ia-ma de mana.. si sopteste-mi cuvinte dulci ca mierea.<br />Ia-ma in brate.. si strange-ma pana mi se opreste inima.<br />Ia-ma departe.. si fa-ma curata.<br /><br />Cuprinde-mi trupul dornic sa te aiba,<br />Cu o sarutare.<br />Acopera-mi chipul speriat,<br />Cu a ta privire.<br />Dezgoleste-mi adevaratul chip.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TOQ2G5gHD6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/KwpIkymjzcU/s1600/105.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TOQ2G5gHD6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/KwpIkymjzcU/s320/105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540612933715169186" border="0" /></a><br />Fa-ma.. al tau gand..<br />Al tau cosmar, a ta pasiune..<br />Fa-ma sa devin.. totul..<br />Pentru tine..<br /><br />Fa-ma.. femeia dorita de tine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2743826853775726841?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-18246062860856781432010-11-13T11:15:00.000-08:002010-11-13T11:18:04.287-08:00In zare<br /><br /><br />Ma uit in zare.. asteptand parca ceva..<br />Ma uit la luna, o dezmierd si o alint,<br />Cu un sarut.<br /><br />Ma alinta razele amintirilor,<br />Le las sa ma patrunda..<br />Iar stelele le vad inca stralucind.<br /><br />Ultima seara, traind-o la maxim..<br />Regret ca s-a distrus acel vis,<br />Aceea dorinta.<br /><br />Strapunge-ma si lasa-ma sa decad..<br />Ca astfel..<br />Sa nu mai privesc in zarea uitata.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1824606286085678143?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-51994413928021020512010-11-13T10:36:00.000-08:002010-11-13T10:39:32.617-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TN7aphoXdQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/YMZVcadnjQY/s1600/swallowtail.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TN7aphoXdQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/YMZVcadnjQY/s320/swallowtail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539104998649459970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Fluturas cu galben-albastru-negru"</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu sunt fluturas.. nu sunt jucausa..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma vad in fericire transpusa..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma simt.. plina de viata.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma simt indeajuns de iubita..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma simt pe deplin deslusita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Incat sa zic: "Sunt jucausa!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma simt galbena,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Albastra,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ma simt neagra.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nu ma simt fluture,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Doar neagra.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5199441392802102051?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-30288844638494743992010-11-13T10:23:00.000-08:002010-11-13T10:35:07.739-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TN7ZkVB78II/AAAAAAAAAl0/_bP0QjFTfrY/s1600/32012683_4bc937c980.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TN7ZkVB78II/AAAAAAAAAl0/_bP0QjFTfrY/s320/32012683_4bc937c980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539103809856073858" border="0" /></a>Lost <br /><br /><br />Iata-ma iara regasita<br />De dulcea tristete de odinioara..<br />"Mi-era dor de tine!" imi sopteste alintandu-ma..<br /><br />Pasesc incet spre acelasi drum regasit.<br /><br />Amar peisaj, drog nelipsit din a mea viata.<br />Ma uit in gol.. simt un gand.. sau un sentiment,<br />Nici eu nu mai stiu ce e..<br /><br />Ma uit in gol.. pierdu-ta in aceeasi camera<br />In care te-am mangaiat..<br />In care realizez ca nu te am ..<br /><br />Ploua.. ! ploua afara..<br />Ating stropii, imi amintesc de vara cea calda..<br />De tine..<br /><br />Strang in brate aerul,<br />Inghit respiratia,<br />Si repir in sec.<br /><br />Ma ai.. ma vei avea..<br />Totusi.. ma simt pierduta..<br />Nu mai stiu..<br />Realizez.. ceva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3028884463849474399?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-52000387149841307602010-11-06T13:55:00.000-07:002010-11-06T14:03:14.211-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TNXAxbGwScI/AAAAAAAAAls/NLgglAdioqY/s1600/asfsafsafsafsafsafasfasf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TNXAxbGwScI/AAAAAAAAAls/NLgglAdioqY/s320/asfsafsafsafsafsafasfasf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536543272244103618" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Zbier </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Zbier.. inima mea zbiara..<br />Ma ofilesc precum un trandafir toamna,<br />Gandul la tine ma face sa-mi ies din minti..<br />Zbier..<br /><br />Zbier.. de dor, de dorul ochilor tai,<br />Ma ucid lent la gandul sarutarilor tale,<br />Gandul la mangaierea ta ma face sa..<br />Zbier..<br /><br />Zbier.. de dorinta, de corpul tau inmiresmat,<br />Ma pierd in abis, in dorul dorintelor tale,<br />Gandul la tine, ma face sa..<br />Zbier..<br /><br />Zbier.. ca te iubesc, ca te simt in sufletul meu,<br />Ma omor, sinucidere curata, cu tine..<br />Gandul la murire.. Ma face sa..<br />Disper..<br /><br />Vreau sa fiu cu tine..<br />Te iubesc..<br />Dar zbier..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5200038714984130760?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-60011501137677153812010-10-31T02:20:00.001-07:002010-10-31T14:09:18.736-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TM03LSktqxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CAsIVSrg7jw/s1600/20082010587-001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TM03LSktqxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CAsIVSrg7jw/s320/20082010587-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534140184212122386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cararea ce mi-e inainte, incerc sa o vad mai clara..<br />Mireasma trandafirilor si a frunzelor mangaiate de vant,<br />Ma indruma sa visez si sa uit de prezent.<br /><br />Cantecul pasarilor si zumzetul albinelor,<br />Mirosul florilor de mai si nepasarea norilor,<br />Ma incanta.. ma fac sa uit de prezent.<br /><br />Picaturile de ploaie care imi mangaie chipul fraged,<br />Vantul puternic care ma spulbera pe aceea alee,<br />Ma cutremura, merg spre prezent.<br /><br />Rasaritul soarelui, farmecul lunii,<br />Sub care ti-am declarat un sentiment,<br />Ma inalta, iubesc prezentul.<br /><br />Iara tu.. iubirea mea, cu sentimente,<br />Sentimente,<br />Ma indrumi sa visez, ma incanti, ma cutremuri si ma inalti,<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Iu</span><span style="font-style: italic;">besc prezentul.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6001150113767715381?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-74202833117778001732010-10-19T10:40:00.000-07:002010-10-27T05:59:39.876-07:00Tine-ma de mana,<br />Si spune-mi secretele,<br />Uitandu-te in ochii mei,<br />Spunandu-mi suferintele..<br /><br />Te iubesc...<br />Iti spun mereu..<br />Ma crezi?<br />As muri cazand in golul abisului,<br />In intunericul din mine..<br /><br />Spune-mi tot..<br />Ca astfel sa nu ma pierd,<br />Din nou..<br />In mine.<br /><br />Carte deschisa,<br />Sunt pentru tine,<br />Doresc sa te citesc..<br />Dar mi te inchizi in inima<br />Cu cheia sufetului tau.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7420283311777800173?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-58861666098223642942010-10-18T11:33:00.000-07:002010-10-18T11:39:09.546-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TLyUH3fbCsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pDciO5k9hbQ/s1600/despartire.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TLyUH3fbCsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pDciO5k9hbQ/s320/despartire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529457305379867330" border="0" /></a><br />If you love me,<br />Then let go of me.. ( Evanescence - Weight Of The World)<br /><br />Dulce sentiment...<br />Dulce inocenta...<br />Dulce.. dulce.. cainta.<br /><br />Regret ca simt,<br />Ca nu am vise,<br />Ca mi-am ucis dorintele.<br /><br />Dulce durere,<br />Inima nu-mi da putere..<br />Sangele meu pe ale tale maini,<br />Curge fara oprire,<br />Ca un rau de lacrimi si suferinte.<br /><br />Nu pot sa zic nu,<br />Nu pot sa zic da,<br />Sa renunt la acest vis<br />M-am obisnuit, regret.<br /><br />Nu pot sa zic stop,<br />Nu pot sa zic ajunge,<br />Propria-mi ucidere fiind aproape.<br />Distrugere..<br /><br />Nu pot.. vei zice tu..<br />Intr-un fel sper ca vei zice,<br />Intr-un fel nu..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5886166609822364294?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-60159484239438149712010-10-06T08:50:00.000-07:002010-10-06T09:11:36.020-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKycM5qXZ9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/f744VOf4_1I/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKycM5qXZ9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/f744VOf4_1I/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524962588327634898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Un inger intr-o lume mizera,<br />Cazut din ceruri spre a aduce lumina.<br />Patat de suferinta pamanteasca<br />Si de lumea lumeasca.<br /><br />Aripile-i frante, cad pe podeaua cea rece,<br />Din camera intunecata,<br />Plina siluete care striga:<br />"Nu cred!".<br /><br />Sufletul ii este devorat<br />De demonii imputerniciti,<br />Iara micul inger,<br />Pierdut, cauta lumina.<br /><br />Salvarea..<br /><br />Aripile regasite, le strange la piept<br />Sperand sa regaseasca,<br />In imbratisarea cea dulce a purului,<br />Ceea ce pierduse.<br /><br />Totul s-a schimbat..<br />Acum doar..<br /><br />Isi plange inocenta..<br />Isi plange nemurirea..<br />Isi plange decaderea..<br />Pe buzele-i reci si sangerande<br />Existand insa "Cred!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6015948423943814971?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-73744596379945295472010-10-02T14:25:00.000-07:002010-10-02T14:25:55.270-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeYCNQZNPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kEo8njJ2geQ/s1600/black,and,white,couple,hug,love,tattoos-f85fc0eae740ede580585af86daba57f_h.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeYCNQZNPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kEo8njJ2geQ/s320/black,and,white,couple,hug,love,tattoos-f85fc0eae740ede580585af86daba57f_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523550631678784754" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">I miss you so..</span><br /></div><br /><br />Bataile.. pulsul.. inimii tale sunt ca un antidot pentru mine,<br />In aceasta lume care imi ucide sufletul cu a ei amaraciune.<br />Atingerile tale, emanand pasiune,<br />Ma transpun intr-o alta lume..<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> I miss you so.. my sweet, sweet drug.<br /></div><br /><br />Parfumul tau zace si plange, dupa al tau corp,<br />Uitat de tine pe al meu par, imi incarca sufletul de fericire.<br />Iara eu fericita ca pe ale mele buze,<br />Exista al tau sarut dat cu ardoare, nu pot sa nu suspin.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> I miss you so.. lovely, lovely angel.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedH4YSj4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/rJYM-5J2uy4/s1600/Love_Hug.jpg_thumb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedH4YSj4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/rJYM-5J2uy4/s320/Love_Hug.jpg_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523556226712113026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Inca mai simt a ta caldura, a ta privire,<br />Pe al meu corp gol si dornic langa el sa te aibe.<br />Iar ale tale vibratii sunt ca un ecou,<br />Pentru un suflet muribund, care este al meu.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> I miss you so.. my sweet sweet drug.<br /></div><br />Inocenta jocurilor, a saruturilor, a atingerilor,<br />A apusurilor carora le-am ascultat dorintele desarte.<br />Cantecul lunii care ne alina noaptea inainte de despartire,<br />Atingerea vantului de seara si a imbratisarilor tale, nu pot sa nu mor.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> I miss you so.. my sweet sweet drug.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedEY8_7lI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_tZVdLxRokE/s1600/CuteKittyHug.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedEY8_7lI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_tZVdLxRokE/s320/CuteKittyHug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523556166736539218" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Nebuniile gandurilor noastre si a tresaririlor,<br />Saruturile date ca ultime dorinte,<br />Dorinta arzatoare cuprindea corpurile noastre<br />Ma aprindeam incet la sarutarile tale.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> I miss you so.. my sweet, sweet desire.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKec_eRtTcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Mp8BkARfRGc/s1600/duongquocdinh25.jpg_thumb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKec_eRtTcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Mp8BkARfRGc/s320/duongquocdinh25.jpg_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523556082266230210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Ceata pierduta, in zare, uitata,<br />Ne arata, de fapt, a noastra dorinta.<br />Perfect, ca intr-un anime, perfect ca intr-un vis,<br />Moment cantat de iubire si dezmierdat de tine.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I thank you so.. my sweet, sweet boy.</span><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedLXW3uyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xgbi8zbbxZc/s1600/Love_Hug_by_caiojhonson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKedLXW3uyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xgbi8zbbxZc/s320/Love_Hug_by_caiojhonson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523556286567267106" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7374459637994529547?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-11123665375802839862010-09-07T15:20:00.000-07:002010-10-02T13:27:58.575-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeVBUtn67I/AAAAAAAAAj0/QHo0T7XvhOU/s1600/500-jours-ensemble-2009-17014-193413275.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeVBUtn67I/AAAAAAAAAj0/QHo0T7XvhOU/s320/500-jours-ensemble-2009-17014-193413275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523547317965679538" border="0" /></a> O amintire<br /><br />Pe o margine a rasaritului<br />Ne jucam, ne gandim,<br />La ceea ce va sa fie<br />Si o raza ne scalda in mare..<br /> Cu ardoare.<br /><br />Pe o margine a nepasarii<br />Ne jucam, ne gandim,<br />La tot ce este intre noi doi<br />Si ce va fi..<br />Ma cuprinzi cu bratele tale.<br /> Iar eu ma pierd.. in gandurile mele.<br /><br />Pe o margine a iubirii<br />Ne jucam, ne gandim,<br />La tot ce a fost si poate va fi<br />Iar tu cu a ta privire..<br /> Ma cutremuri.<br /><br />Pe o margine a ultimului gand<br />Ne cutremuram, ne gandim,<br />Daca totul e ceea ce stim<br />Daca va fi pana la sfarsit..<br /><br /> Raspunsul: Nu stiu!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeU7R3fHlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lWFf__6eWYo/s1600/smh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TKeU7R3fHlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lWFf__6eWYo/s320/smh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523547214122524242" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1112366537580283986?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-20578065062535607342010-08-21T12:57:00.000-07:002010-08-21T12:59:35.298-07:00Lumea inundata in pacate spalata<br />Ma inchina catre un secret stiut<br />Demult..<br />Demonii ma cheama<br />Iar ingerii ma cutremura.<br /><br />Diferenta dintre rau si bine<br />Ma inunda tot mai mult in sperante<br />Iar totul revine<br />Cand nu esti aproape.. langa mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2057806506253560734?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-54289142890749039792010-08-21T12:23:00.001-07:002010-08-21T12:34:31.299-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/THAqKZNWaTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/i0V68_yDDwo/s1600/1213270932_75154bb19c.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Intrebare</span><br /><br />Exista..<br />Ceva mai frumos ca rasaritul soarelui?<br />Mai frumos, ca roua diminetii<br />Cazuta pe copacii infloriti,<br />Mireasma trandafirilor<br />Si.. chemarea movului cer?<br /><br />Nu.. exista ceva mai frumos<br />Decat vocea unei randunele<br />Si zumzetul fericirii,<br />Mai frumos decat linistea marii.<br /><br />Exista..<br />Ceva ce face mai frumoasa viata<br />Reinoieste, te incanta, imbata si prabuseste.<br />Exista.. iubirea.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5428914289074903979?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-19689888226466367032010-07-11T13:11:00.000-07:002010-08-17T00:12:21.197-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TDoluCCNUAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nDQE3AnxlRY/s1600/miss+u.gif"><br /></a><br /><br />Daca ar fi o iluzie, lumea in care te scalzi?!<br />Si daca ai muri in ultima secunda a infinitului!?<br />Atunci cand demonii se joaca de-a ingerii!?<br />Ar fi paradis? ar fi un sfarsit?<br /><br />Daca un lac ar fi plin de lacrimi?<br />Varsate de tine pentru persoana iubita,<br />Iar natura ar fi moarta, vina fiind a lacrimilor tale,<br />Ti-ai da seama care-i sensul vietii?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1968988822646636703?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-47235135329835870922010-07-07T08:05:00.000-07:002010-07-07T08:27:16.747-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TDSbJq3toaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LxsV1UHMNFA/s1600/Lake_at_sunset_HDR_02_by_Club_Romania.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TDSbJq3toaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LxsV1UHMNFA/s320/Lake_at_sunset_HDR_02_by_Club_Romania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491184436100571554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TDSYXnjQIYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iGDdrx0UzCw/s1600/142-luna+scufundata+in+ocean.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Angel</span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Devil</span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Souls</span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Passion</span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Anger</span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Love</span><br /><br />Răsărit marcat de o mireasmă,<br />Pe cât de dulce atât de frumoasă.<br />Petale se închid iar o lacrimă cade<br />Peste a'l soarelui apus, o dulce chemare.<br /><br />Imagini, peisaje, dorinţe şi vise<br />Viitor pierdut, totul reprezintă<br />Un apus.<br /><br />Rază dezmierdată de un lac secat<br />Deşert întruchipat într'un ocean uitat.<br />Mare de iubire, dorinţe şi lacrimi<br />Cu o dulce dezmierdare, totul e dat..<br />Uitării..<br /><br />Pierde'te în apusul soarelui,<br />În moartea lui subită.<br />Pierde'te cu el, o dată cu'o dorinţă<br />Dezlănţuie'te în lacrima ce cade<br />Apoi să cazi pradă unui apus de soare.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4723513532983587092?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-11586185752836752012010-06-05T06:32:00.000-07:002010-06-05T06:40:08.234-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TApTqme5fdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/iVxNZVMqC5w/s1600/Jurnal__by_ana_lala.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TApTqme5fdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/iVxNZVMqC5w/s320/Jurnal__by_ana_lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479283887999385042" border="0" /></a><br />P leapsa primita de la Kill >:P<br />1. Tu in ce poveste crezi?<br />R::| :-? nu sunt reale 8-| dc sa cred..!? dar daca as crede as crede in :-? Frumoasa si bestia.<br /><br /> 2. Ce film vechi te face sa simti furnici si fluturi pe tot corpul?<br />R: .... am alergie la filmul :-? terminator :| :-??<br /><br /> 3.Ce filme te fac sa razi si sa plangi in acelasi timp.<br />R:Sa rad, sa plang.. m-a facut filmul "The Lovely Bones", e drama, cred.<br /><br />4. Ce actor ti-a placut/ iti place?<br />R:Jackie Chan :x si Jet Leee:X<br />Mc de leapsa, kill! ;;) :*<br />Acum eu o dau lui :-? Boogie, 13Kill13:)) si la cei care mai vor.. ma rog:D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1158618575283675201?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-7273188869456498772010-06-03T07:43:00.000-07:002010-06-03T07:48:12.258-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TAe_NAhRLLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vw5QS4A3VJU/s1600/vintage_rose_on_book.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TAe_NAhRLLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vw5QS4A3VJU/s320/vintage_rose_on_book.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478557701918239922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TAe5SR4FopI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9d7TQKMtte8/s1600/Black_Rose_by_Ketmara.jpg"><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Printre rânduri..</span></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Rânduri, pierdute pe o foaie albă de hârtie.<br />Câteva rânduri, pierdute în mine.<br />Doar un trandafir îmi poate spune,<br />Cu adevarat ce-i o minune..<br /><br />Un trandafir rătăcind printre rândurile paginii<br />Acum dominată de gândurile mele.<br />Inocenţă pătată<br />De ale mele gânduri.. sentimente şi vise..<br /><br />Trandafir uitat<br /><br />Moare.. renaşte..<br />Mă priveşte..<br />Îmi şopteşte..<br />Omoară-mă să pot reînvia<br /><br />Pătez inocenţa, ucid dorinţa..<br />Dar totuşi încă o mai simt.<br />Pătez adevărul, ucid misterul<br />Dar totuşi il deţin.<br /><br />Încă am controlul..<br />Încă tind sa cred..<br />Că..<br />Îl aud..<br /><br />Pătez, te pătez.. trandafirul meu<br />Iar inocenţa mea ia amploare..<br />Prin intermediul petalelor tale.<br /><br />Cedez..<br />Pană mă pierd din nou printre rânduri..<br /><br />Până într-un final.<br />Până..<br />La pronunţarea numelui tău..<br />La pronunţarea ce este de drept al meu..<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-727318886945649877?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-68957544477104748142010-05-30T23:47:00.000-07:002010-06-02T12:46:10.436-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANdbYnP3VI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LxECfpH17uY/s1600/93781508NCBzOL_ph.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANdbYnP3VI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LxECfpH17uY/s320/93781508NCBzOL_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477324296857574738" border="0" /></a>Î<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ncet a mea fiinţă,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Devine dominată de-o dorinţă,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />De-a viitorului stăruinţă.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Visele-mi mor, tentă violet-albastră.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mov-violet,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Vise reînvie,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Viitor şters,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >De-o mortuară privire.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Un cântec rasună,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tentă violet-albastră,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Viitorul renaşte,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tentă închis-deschisă.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANgUcWmnpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QF3nr8zwTVA/s1600/The_Black_Rose_Rain_by_Sesilia_chan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANgUcWmnpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QF3nr8zwTVA/s320/The_Black_Rose_Rain_by_Sesilia_chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477327476137303698" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANdmvQes3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/9Tx6Aa9vydk/s1600/A0312080263.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6895754447710474814?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-6769544696463113412010-05-30T23:40:00.000-07:002010-06-03T07:13:47.924-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANaAEKpxRI/AAAAAAAAAhU/MaQTHRhVfoA/s1600/gothic75.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/TANaAEKpxRI/AAAAAAAAAhU/MaQTHRhVfoA/s320/gothic75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477320528977577234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Şi astfel mă inundă,<br />Un farmec uitat,<br />Chip cioplit în piatră,<br />De-un amor blestemat.<br /><br />O chemare absurdă,<br />Lăsându-mă rece,<br />Observând cum totul,<br />Împrejuru-mi se prăbuseste.<br /><br />Totu-i mort..<br />Şi rece.<br /><br />Şi astfel reneg,<br />Viaţa goală, spulberată,<br />Alergând spre o rouă căzută,<br />Pe-un trandafir, uitat într-o doară.<br /><br />Lăsat să moară..<br />Reînvie şi mă încântă<br />Cu muzica de ieri uitată..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-676954469646311341?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-59753441879234727842010-05-18T06:12:00.000-07:002010-05-18T06:19:35.441-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S_KTQr9d3II/AAAAAAAAAhA/kX88xkXNgz0/s1600/Can_U_Turn_My_Black_Roses_Red__by_Smirnoffalicious.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S_KTQr9d3II/AAAAAAAAAhA/kX88xkXNgz0/s320/Can_U_Turn_My_Black_Roses_Red__by_Smirnoffalicious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472598412096298114" border="0" /></a>Ganduri eliberate din praful de cenusa,<br />Imi ucid fiinta acaparandu-ma,<br />Lanturi ale fricii incatusandu-ma<br />Intr-o lume fara vise si amara.<br /><br />Lanturi grele.. prezente cu miile<br />Ma trimit in cavoul infiorarii<br />Ganduri negre.. cu zecile<br />Imi ucid visele si bataile inimii.<br /><br />Fiinte ale lumii plutesc imprejuru-mi,<br />Demonii-mi canta ode ale nemuririi,<br />Iata-ma astfel la capatul neantului<br />Jucandu-ma cu fiicele infinitului.<br /><br />Atat de greu, atat de absurd,<br />O viata, o secunda,<br />As da orice sa ma transpun visand<br />In dorinte imposibile si desarte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5975344187923472784?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-63186152382175701932010-05-12T13:09:00.000-07:002010-05-12T13:27:52.507-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S-sPHwZY1EI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3QXB4Hl6zKw/s1600/love_by_princessambrosia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S-sPHwZY1EI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3QXB4Hl6zKw/s320/love_by_princessambrosia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470482798296486978" border="0" /></a><br />Nu-mi da drumu.. in marea de cuvinte.<br />Nu-mi da drumu.. in ceea ce nu cunosc,<br />Fara tine..<br /><br />Nu-mi da drumu.. in nebunie.<br /><br />Colaps, visare, tristete, melancolie,<br />Nu ma lasa sa descopar acele cuvinte,<br />Nu-mi da drumu in marea de cuvinte.<br /><br />Nu-mi da drumu in nebunie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6318615238217570193?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-53114573344252757682010-05-07T10:05:00.000-07:002010-05-07T23:50:48.005-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S-RMtLeG82I/AAAAAAAAAgw/aWkhX8p0rrU/s1600/ww+lost+in+the+rain+small.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S-RMtLeG82I/AAAAAAAAAgw/aWkhX8p0rrU/s320/ww+lost+in+the+rain+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468580186591523682" border="0" /></a>Fara titlu<br /><br />O lacrima.. un sarut.<br />Un tremurat.. o atingere.<br />O strangere de mana.. o interzicere.<br />Saruta-ma.. spune-mi ca vei fi..<br />Oriunde as pleca si as muri.<br /><br />Spre infinit ating,<br />Iar spre neant aspir.<br />Nu cunosc cuvantul<br />Renuntare!<br />Cunosc doar un cuvant<br />Visare!<br /><br />Mi-am ucis visele demult<br />Acestea reinvie treptat<br />Le ucid mereu..<br />Mereu le voi ucide.<br /><br />Arunca-mi un trandafir<br />La mormantu-mi plin de lacrimi<br />De zambete si de nesimtire.<br />Injura-ma.. pentru ca nu am putut sa lupt.<br /><br />Visez acum..<br />Catre un gol absurd<br />Visez..<br />Ca ma voi trezi.. curand.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5311457334425275768?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-60544658522772169572010-05-01T07:53:00.000-07:002010-05-01T08:09:07.937-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9xCFT6dPyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-Ek-flCfFmg/s1600/523903548_898b2cbbc5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9xCFT6dPyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-Ek-flCfFmg/s320/523903548_898b2cbbc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466316706733178658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Gasirea unui drum, presupune trecerea mai multor obstacole.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Puritate intruchipata..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >A ploii serenada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Cantata cu ardoare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >De a trandafirilor petale.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Simfonie de zgomote,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >A ierbii miscare..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Te duce in zare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Cu o dulce chemare,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Catre albastrul marii</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Arsul nisip al litoralului..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Pierdutele alge,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >In mana mea cea rece.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >O serenada, o simfonie</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Trandafiri rosii reinvie</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Pe malul marii, alge moarte,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Iar eu ma pierd cu tine</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >In albastra mare.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6054465852277216957?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-31370886067187425852010-05-01T07:50:00.000-07:002010-05-01T08:10:44.328-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9xAAX_J94I/AAAAAAAAAf4/jUG9DucH1nM/s1600/legenda_bucuresti.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9xAAX_J94I/AAAAAAAAAf4/jUG9DucH1nM/s320/legenda_bucuresti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466314422904027010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Doar o evadare!<br /><br />Pe a vietii carare<br />Doar o evadare.<br />De ea avem nevoie<br />Sa ajungem la a implinirii chemare.<br /><br />Evadare, din neant<br />Din a labirinutului infinit<br />Si din apusul de soare<br />Prezent in fiecare seara pe buzele tale.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3137088606718742585?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-49491488729578466322010-04-28T13:35:00.000-07:002010-04-28T14:06:22.294-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9ijRvEZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TOrNZsME-FQ/s1600/3404873126_571ee3be37.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9ijRvEZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TOrNZsME-FQ/s320/3404873126_571ee3be37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465297672902137490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9ifpcRCM8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/QIDNPxu20pE/s1600/523903548_898b2cbbc5.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9icH1m0WnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UWh6CH_725A/s1600/Bondage_cuffs_%28metal%29_photomodel_Ina.jpg"><br /></a><br />Aproape dar totusi atat de departe,<br />Viata se sinchiseste pe langa mine,<br />Precum un apus de soare,<br />Insa ma lasa rece,<br />In loc sa ma infioare.<br /><br />Evadare.. catre un absolut,<br />Un absolut obscur, a carui capat<br />Sa fie un infinit absurd.<br />Insa ma lasa rece,<br />Nu ma infioara.<br /><br />Ma infioara si ma incalzeste<br />Doar o amintire, a carei dulceata,<br />O oaza a tineretii, imi canta, ma admira,<br />Ma imbie, imi sopteste si danseaza cu mine.<br /><br />Danseaza cu mine, acel vals,<br />Un vals al crengilor de copaci infloriti,<br />Al florilor si zambilelor multicolore,<br />Vals al ucigatorilor trandafiri.<br /><br />Valseaza cu mine..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4949148872957846632?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-9786004759990910262010-04-28T13:27:00.000-07:002010-04-28T13:32:13.289-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9iaiCdjedI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kHyYOLhV5hU/s1600/2949424720_0185bb3100.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S9iaiCdjedI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kHyYOLhV5hU/s320/2949424720_0185bb3100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465288057381157330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Voi ramane tot eu,<br />Cu ale mele vise, aberari.<br />Voi ramane tot eu,<br />Cea melancolica si vesela.<br /><br />Tot eu, cea cu mainile reci,<br />Precum un cadavru, un vampir,<br />A carui sange, venin,<br />Are nevoie de alt umanoid.<br /><br />Voi ramane tot eu,<br />Lacrima pura, patata de demoni,<br />Voi ramane tot eu,<br />Inocenta si indrazneata din fire.<br /><br />Tot eu, cu mine..<br />Cu ale mele ganduri.. vise..<br />Eu cu mine.. Pana la urma<br />Voi ramane.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-978600475999091026?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-58573358230186641582010-04-13T04:22:00.000-07:002010-04-26T09:15:37.645-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S8RwDfpSqgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oXj5DuUrhoM/s1600/After_the_Rain_by_saiyagina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459611853616491010" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 174px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S8RwDfpSqgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oXj5DuUrhoM/s320/After_the_Rain_by_saiyagina.jpg" border="0" />After And Before</a><br /><br /><br />Stropi de ploaie, bat in geam.<br />Nepasatori, ma rapesc in neant.<br />Demonii mei, imi apar la geam,<br />Stropii de ploaie, ratacindu-se in zadar.<br /><br />Chemare catre infinit,<br />Un apocaliptic sfarsit.<br />Pierdere in timp,<br />Gasirea pe sine insusi in sfarsit..<br /><br />Stropi de ploaie, nepasatori,<br />Ma chem catre daruire.<br />Ma pierd in natura,<br />Si ma ratacesc intr-un total nimic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5857335823018664158?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-45970135502143257932010-04-07T08:24:00.000-07:002010-04-07T08:41:25.717-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S7ynV8EPmEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ddRRSlnE8lo/s1600/scan0112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S7ynV8EPmEI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ddRRSlnE8lo/s320/scan0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457420843809216578" border="0" /></a><br />Ha!.. Ironie.<br />O adancire, in mlastina nesfarsita<br />In incurabila nebunie, de aseara.<br />Din fiecare seara.<br /><br />Cate o calatorie,<br />Catre un apus, rasarit, noapte, zi..<br />Catre ceea ce e viata,<br />Catre o floare si o a diminetii mireasma.<br /><br />Ha!.. Ironie.<br />O pierdere in adanca mare<br />In raceala incurabila a ei<br />Transformand totul cum e in adancul ei.<br /><br />Plin de viata, nebunesc<br />Totul se transforma<br />Ha!.. Ironia vietii.<br />Si totul te acapareaza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4597013550214325793?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-38215493053181928382010-03-28T09:54:00.000-07:002010-03-28T09:57:23.756-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6-JurDzWkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HVBg4deFmJM/s1600/3057460610_4d20e15e5f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6-JurDzWkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HVBg4deFmJM/s320/3057460610_4d20e15e5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453729108694620738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Inchina-te mie,<br />Desluseste-mi secretul perfectiunii.<br />Inchina-te mie,<br />Infige-mi un pumnal adanc in suflet.<br /><br />Inchina-te tie,<br />Descopera secretul nemuririi.<br />Inchina-te tie,<br />Mangaie-mi parul cu a ta rasuflare.<br /><br />Inchina-te,<br />Descopera increderea.<br />Inchina-te,<br />Vei descoperi vesnicia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3821549305318192838?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-12961127344819034622010-03-25T13:16:00.001-07:002010-04-13T05:47:32.472-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6vGbvNHBSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/C25ryZD46NE/s1600/whitegoth0105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6vGbvNHBSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/C25ryZD46NE/s320/whitegoth0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452669953692337442" border="0" /></a><br />Vreau doar sa pier pe o margine a infinitului.<br />Vreau doar sa pier pe o petala de trandafir.<br />Sa ma joc in ploaia inocenta si pura,<br />Sa ma pierd in apus, si sa dispar in neant.<br /><br />Vreau sa dispar in cantecul melodios al lunii<br />Si sa ma pierd in apa marii.<br />Sa ating fundul oceanului,<br />Sa inghet la inceputul iernii.<br /><br />Sa reinviu cand rasar trandafirii<br />Pe o margine a nebuniei<br />Vreau sa ma pierd<br />In vraja uitarii.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa pier in mine<br />Sa pier in ceea ce exista bine<br />Sa dispar in uitare<br />Sa traiesc o eternitate.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa ating malul marii<br />Sa mangai nisipul<br />Sa ma ingrop in el<br />Sa ma dea uitarii.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa ating frumoasa luna<br />Sa ma mangaie cu ale ei raze<br />Sa ma transpuna intr-o alta lume<br />Sa imi zica un singur cuvant : "<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eternitate</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1296112734481903462?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-64064599871467909182010-03-25T12:58:00.000-07:002010-03-27T14:16:42.402-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S651sA_XnnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/B0zHClHUGNY/s1600/Missing_You_by_SAB687.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S651sA_XnnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/B0zHClHUGNY/s320/Missing_You_by_SAB687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453425597832732274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pierduta intr-un vis, printre stele,<br />Am impresia ca vesnicia exista.<br />Luna-mi canta iar soarele ma implora<br />Sa deslusesc secretul iubirii de odinioara.<br /><br />O stea imi saruta fruntea,<br />Viata si-o da pentru iertarea mea,<br />Spre a eliberarii haosului, iar eu<br />In ochi straini imi dezvalui inocenta.<br /><br />Hipnotizata, de timp, de eternitate,<br />indraznetul chip,<br />Luna imi zgarie a mea fata,<br />Si mi-o reface cu a ei speranta.<br /><br />Stelele plang,<br />O frumoasa ploaie ia nastere,<br />In care imi purific fiinta<br />Si imi reda sperante.<br /><br />Chip ingeresc,<br />Ninsoarea mi-l mangaie,<br />Iar luna, cu ale ei raze,<br />Ma linisteste.<br /><br />Imi regasesc linistea<br />Printre astre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6406459987146790918?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-88273374578204020822010-03-25T12:40:00.000-07:002010-04-08T10:42:34.404-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6u8Pc5tt3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/yzkatuagoTs/s1600/dezamagire1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6u8Pc5tt3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/yzkatuagoTs/s320/dezamagire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452658747504441202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Legandu-ma de mine,<br />Leganandu-ma intre rau si bine,<br />Intre necunoastare, necunoasterea de sine,<br />Ma leg de mine..<br /><br />Confuza, pierduta in mine,<br />Intr-o minte infinita,<br />Idei fara capat,<br />Insa totul e'n treacat.<br /><br />Proza-pentru a doua oara, in versuri numai pot acum sa scriu nimic, momentul acesta este unul care ma face sa zbier.. sa zbier la mine, la tot.. la tot ceea ce ma face fericita, nefericita, in extaz, dezamagita.. iubita.. Vreau doar sa fug de tot ceea ce cunosc, sa fiu doar eu si o bucata din pamant, vreau sa fiu doar eu si soarele, ma multumesc si cu o stea. Vreau sa fiu doar eu.. pur si simplu.. fara nimeni in jurul meu, sunt satula de voi, satula de minciuni si dezamagiri, de stupizeniile fara logica pe are le faceti, nu vreau sa va atrag atentia dar sunteti fara logica. Numai dati sfaturi despre viata, vedeti-va mutra in oglinda apoi sa aveti tupeul necesar sa faceti asta. I DON"T CARE!<br />Sunt satula de voi!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S74VVzTRc6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DiyIGSiV388/s1600/scan0111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S74VVzTRc6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DiyIGSiV388/s320/scan0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457823262712099746" border="0" /></a>Prea multe masti purtati, doar sa profitati, deja nici voi nu va mai cunoasteti adevarata fata, imi este greata, scarba.. de voi.. oamenii puri si inofensivi devin ca voi.. imi este scarba de voi. Folositi-va "machiajul" pentru alte persoane, deja va recunosc, deja va cunosc prea bine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8827337457820402082?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-85709051924551142032010-03-23T14:34:00.000-07:002010-03-25T08:52:55.140-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6k0HD6mXtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/70xXShHF5Qs/s1600-h/music-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6k0HD6mXtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/70xXShHF5Qs/s320/music-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451946119823515346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Just Music</span><br /><br />Precum o unda de amintiri,<br />Calatoresc prin idei.<br />Ca unei pasari,<br />Caruia ii redai cerul,<br />Ma transformi.<br /><br />Sunetele, notele,<br />Calatoresc mile.<br />Iara mile calatoresc<br />Gandurile mele.<br /><br />Vibratie, la muzica vietii,<br />Visare la simtirea razelor apusului,<br />Copilarie si doar joaca<br />La auzul notelor muzicale, prezente deodata.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8570905192455114203?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-22529857792869173152010-03-23T11:14:00.000-07:002010-03-27T04:14:26.587-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S63jmSUBv3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/o3vv_iIsmtg/s1600/HappinesS_by_MandarinPrincess.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S63jmSUBv3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/o3vv_iIsmtg/s320/HappinesS_by_MandarinPrincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453264970705911666" border="0" /></a><br />Happy<br /><br /><br />"Itzi, bitzi, maini, mo!" suna cunoscut:x?<br /><br />O alta privire in trecut.<br />O alta amintire te acapareaza<br />Si se incapataneaza<br />In a nu-ti mai da drumul.<br /><br />"Itzi, bitzi, maini, mo!"<br /><br />Cat de frumos e sentimentul de fericire,<br />O amintire din copilarie.<br />Cat de special este totul.<br /><br />Aruncand o privire in trecut, ma invadeaza copilaria si cat de amuzanta era o zi de atunci, incat mi-as dori din nou si din nou.. sa retraiesc clipele acelea.. Vremurile cand ma jucam cu vechii mei prieteni si imi inghetau mainile, iarna, pe jucariile atat de pline de viata pe atunci. Jucatul in apa cea rece, si scrisul, desenatul pe pamant primavara, si mireasma imbietoare a florilor parca redevin reale cand ma arunc in apa de amintiri a trecutului meu. Oricum, copilaria mea a avut faze si faze, care mai de care mai amuzante, si mai nebune.. Suitul in copaci, pe case, jucatul pe langa fantana, grija lui mami pe care o avea nonstop, cand era la serviciu si eu eram acasa cu batranica mea, strabunica, care saraca nu avea ce sa imi faca.. Si eu puslama ce eram, si inca sunt, abuzam de asta, chiar prea rau. Dechizatul in ninja cu tricourile respectiv ploverele pe care de fiecare data le puneam cu eticheta in fata, si pe dos, atat de caragios. Dar totusi eram ninja. Jucatul in nisip cu masinutele si construirea diferitelor case, din nisip, papusile barbie nu aveau loc, interzis fetelor:), toate acestea erau asa de obisnuite in fiecare zi, incat credeam ca mereu va fi asa, asa frumos si nu puteam sa cred ca se va schimba vreodata ceva. Bucuria venirii parintilor mei de la serviciu, mai ales iarna, cand stateam langa soba si admiram fulgii de nea care cadeau ca niste stele, mari si pufosi desi. Bucuria cand intra strabunica in camera cu cateva boabe fierte atat de gustoase parca le facuse cu multa frisca si zahar, le facuse cu toata dragostea ei fata de o puslama ca mine. O zgatie eram, coctata mereu pe garduri, numai cu baietii ma jucam, fetele volei, eu fotbal in namol cu baietii, fetele cu barbie, eu cu masinutele in noroi:). Normal ca azi am peste 90% ca prieteni baieti. Imi amintesc cand am iesit pe poarta iar cainii mei au iesit dupa mine, aveam cinci anisori. Tati m-a certat ca mereu nu sunt atenta. Peste cateva minute, am vrut sa ies afara la joaca, am incercat sa sar gardul, "gardul meu cel verde inchis si somptuos ca pentru un castel" mereu il comparam astfel, insa tati m-a observa si s-a temut ca s-ar putea sa patesc ceva incat numai stia cum sa reactioneze, insa mami a observat ce faceam, amandoi panicati cum sa ajunga mai repede la mine, insa eu am sarit, logic, gardul cu bine. Experta!!!:)) Parintii mei atat de speriati, de panicati, inca le vad fetele lor care numai stiau cum sa ma intrebe : " De ce ai sarit gardul?" le-am raspuns: "Pentru ca tati mi-a zis: neatento, ai grija cand iesi!, asa ca am sarit gardul ca cateii (cacofonie intentionata:) ) sa numai iese dupa mine." Parintilor mei li se lumineaza brusc fata si uitand de toata patania incep sa rada, tati explicandu-mi totul.<br />Cat de frumoasa e copilaria.. si cata nazbatii mai faceam impreuna cu prietenii.. Pitulusul, ascunsul pe casa mea, pe acoprisul garajului meu:). De acolo se vedeau cele mai frumoase stele, cele mai stralucitoare si mai graitoare de infinit dintre toate, imi imaginam viitorul, faptul ca s-ar putea totusi ca asta sa numai fie, sa fie doar o amintire, asa ca am fixat o stea si am incercat sa ii "acaparez" licurirea, sa mi-o amintesc intotdeauna.<br />Copilaria.. Un sentiment atat de special incat iti umple inima de bucurie doar cu gandul la o simpla amintire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2252985779286917315?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-38665462359801488892010-03-23T10:59:00.001-07:002010-03-23T11:08:49.114-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6kB-AwBpOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9vhQHlVL80s/s1600-h/3332084534_6ccbbdbfaf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6kB-AwBpOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9vhQHlVL80s/s320/3332084534_6ccbbdbfaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890988773647586" border="0" /></a><br />Du-ma departe, catre locuri desarte<br />Unde neandul devine finit<br />Iar infinitatea se transforma in nisip.<br /><br />Du-ma departe in negura noapte<br />Graieste-mi soapte, innebuneste-ma,<br />Alaturi de frumoasa noapte.<br /><br />Du-ma departe, du-ma pe malul marii<br />In adancul oceanului, fa-ma regina,<br />Intunericului, luminii, stiu..<br /><br />Doresc multe.. fa-le tu pe toate<br />Da-le uitarii.. fa-ma regina ta<br />Astfel, niciodata nu o sa ma poti uita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3866546235980148889?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-55930594442441361462010-03-21T11:11:00.000-07:002010-03-27T14:20:54.696-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6ZmC9vE1II/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVZwm3VwIfM/s1600-h/Waldorf+Mardi+Gras+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6ZmC9vE1II/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVZwm3VwIfM/s320/Waldorf+Mardi+Gras+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451156600096347266" border="0" /></a><br />Familiar:x?<br /><br /><br /><br />Viata, doar o bataie din palme<br />O secunda, un minut, o eternitate.<br />Un sentiment aparte.<br /><br />Ceva ce nu poti doar intr-o viata<br />Sa simti, sa traiesti si sa valorifici existenta.<br />Un sentiment aparte.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk02tqjaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VHCnhH1WvqA/s1600-h/38-4.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk02tqjaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VHCnhH1WvqA/s320/38-4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451155258181586338" border="0" /></a><br />Luand totul pe indelete, am ajuns la o intrebare: "Viata.. Ce este!?" Raspunsul a fost dat mai inainte, insa totul este luat ca atare, nimic talamacit.<br />De ce merita viata traita? haha.. Sunt singura ca ti-ai pus intrebarea cu foarte mult timp in urma, gandeste-te si o sa imi dai dreptate, ca totul e doar o fractiune, o fractiune de eternitate.<br />Merita traita, aici cunosti copilaria, iubirea, sentimentul de ocrotire, de sacrifiu pentru cei dragi, curiozitatea si cunoasterea necunoscutului si raspunsul: "Cat de frumos e totul!".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk1-MQLDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r-__o24zWV4/s1600-h/phoca_thumb_l_happines.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk1-MQLDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/r-__o24zWV4/s320/phoca_thumb_l_happines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451155277368798258" border="0" /></a><br />Aici gasesti prima iubire, iubirea din familie, care te face sa atingi norii la fiecare zambet al parintilor tai si la gandul ca sunt mandrii de tine iti da fiori si vrei sa faci mai mult. Gasesti prima prietenie, care va dura mai mult decat o vesnicie, jocul in nisip si prima lacrima de despartire.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk1VRjdbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lAPZKwXDxyU/s1600-h/277534124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Zk1VRjdbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lAPZKwXDxyU/s320/277534124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451155266385180082" border="0" /></a><br />Gasesti fericirea intre prieteni, in jocurile copilariei si in jucatul in apa cea rece cu micile masinute si totul acaparat intr-o amintire atat de frumoasa incat iti umple inima de fericire cand te gandesti la ea. Gasesti timiditatea fata de ceea ce este nou, fata de persoanele de sex opus, rusinea fata de complimentele facute si mandria fata de tine pentru faptul ca poti sa dai nastere unor asemenea complimente. Gasesti setea de cunoastere prin scoala si setea de nou. Prima iubire, prima bataie a inimii atat de puternica incat.. simti.. cum iti sare inima din piept. Prima "nebunie" la atingerea buzelor lui, gasesti infinitul. Gasesti fericirea. Totul.. insa nu totul.. le ai aici in viata aceasta pe care multi dintre noi nus tim sa o apreciem. Aici gasesti adierea vantului, a atingerii tandre a razelor soarelui si mangaierea catifelata a florilor si a miresmelor imbietoare. Chiar si atingerea rece a ghetii, a fulgilor de nea, simti totusi mangaierea iernii si cat de speciala este ea, ca tot ce este in lumea aceasta. Carpe Diem! Insa hraneste-te cu amintiri. Si nu uita ca viata nu e doar o clipa.. Carpe Diem! Insa cu o privire in trecut si in viitor.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6ZklmG_5lI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hNfjfOUx22A/s1600-h/3639746-lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6ZklmG_5lI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hNfjfOUx22A/s320/3639746-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451154996026402386" border="0" /></a><br />Multumesc!..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5593059444244136146?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-39152459459954982792010-03-20T12:45:00.000-07:002010-03-20T13:06:04.727-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UnIp8RYlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nBPsnSSecKo/s1600-h/Dark-Gothic-27286-281097.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UnIp8RYlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nBPsnSSecKo/s400/Dark-Gothic-27286-281097.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450805953652941394" border="0" /></a><br />Uite-ma, nu ma vezi?<br />Sunt chiar aici..<br />Langa tine.<br />Stergandu-ti fiecare lacrima<br />Incercand sa iti fie bine.<br /><br />Uite-ma! Insa nu ma vezi<br />Ascunsa printre gandurile mele<br />Printre nebuniile mele.. si pierduta in lumea mea.<br />Uite-ma..! Dar nu ma uita.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Uqnun9w3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/xHvSjKUN10U/s1600-h/643061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6Uqnun9w3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/xHvSjKUN10U/s320/643061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809786020774770" border="0" /></a><br />O sa ma uiti!? Daca intr-o zi voi muri!?<br />O sa arunci un trandafir in ploaie!?<br />Pentru ca eu sa il primesc si sa il dezmierd<br />Sa am propria-mi floare.<br /><br />Te rog sa nu cureti spinii<br />Ca sa imi amintesc de viata<br />Te rog sa nu plangi<br />Ploaia ma va alina.<br /><br />Totul daca asta se va intampla<br />Iubirea mea..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UqCb3QptI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ih-AG9VPZGQ/s1600-h/GothRose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UqCb3QptI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ih-AG9VPZGQ/s400/GothRose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809145329493714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3915245945995498279?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-76336699457867673772010-03-20T12:24:00.000-07:002010-03-20T12:59:46.029-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UkNeUMdxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uvCls7snEJg/s1600-h/night-stars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UkNeUMdxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uvCls7snEJg/s400/night-stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802737896519442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Mica nebunie, ma ascund printre zambete</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ma ascund printre soapte</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Crezand ca pot ajunge la tine.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ma mint mereu,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ca a unui copil pur</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Inima-mi bate.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Eu, cea demult otravita</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Cea demult omorata.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Copil din nou.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Miezul noptii..</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Stelele, parca prabusesc cerul</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Fuzionand astfel cu pamantul.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Nu e de ajuns</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Intunecata noapte</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Omoara ultima stea, care inca mai ardea.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ploua.. Iar asta ma face fericita</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Stelele capata viata</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Iar calda ploaie mangaie totul cu a ei iubire.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Calda.. cu tot ceea ce o inconjoara</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Suava si tandra cu florile de mai</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Umila cu nebuna noapte.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Iertatoare, nedistrugatoare</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Datatoare de viata</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Imblanzeste totul.. chiar si pe mine.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Pamantul fuzionand din nou cu cerul..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7633669945786767377?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-79734588206484969392010-03-20T12:18:00.000-07:002010-03-20T12:57:27.310-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UfrM1e48I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NETwleo6tLQ/s1600-h/3553810604_cc6687e8af.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6UfrM1e48I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NETwleo6tLQ/s320/3553810604_cc6687e8af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450797751042237378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sa ne jucam un mic joculet!<br />Tu esti..<br />Acum tu..<br />Iara eu!?<br />Nu din nou.<br />Acum eu: E randul meu<br />Sa te dezmierd si sa iti spun cat de mult te urasc<br />Poate te iubesc atat de mult incat voi ajunge sa te urasc.<br />Poate ca prefer sa imi ascund sentimentele<br />Poate ca reusesc sa te fac confuz<br />Poate ca imi place cateodata sa ma joc<br />Un mic joculet si sa ma joc cu razele lunii<br />Leapsa intre mine, tine si frumoasa noapte.<br />Leapsa, intre iubire si nebunie.<br />Leapsa intre mine si tine<br /><br />Ce joculet murdar si totodata inocent<br />Jocul copilariei si al nebuniei<br />Care te trimite catre o principala intrebare<br />"Acum, ce fac!?"<br />Raspunsul: " Acum e randul meu!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7973458820648496939?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-66919166196276469912010-03-19T04:14:00.000-07:002010-03-20T06:11:55.599-07:00La fiecare miscare, trebuie sa fi atent<br />La fiecare zgomot, trebuie sa tresari razand,<br />Si la fiecare nebunie, trebuie sa fi de acord cu niste nebuni.<br />Asa e viata, cu suisuri si coborasuri.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6TJTSmuxeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vvJzDsUcUWE/s1600-h/t-shirt-i-dont-care-785391.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6TJTSmuxeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vvJzDsUcUWE/s320/t-shirt-i-dont-care-785391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450702782274127330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Nu ma place X!" deseori aud.. si ce daca... Nu te place?! trebuie sa te placa toti oamenii sa inteleg. Pe mine foarte putine persoane ma suporta si invers.. eu suport foarte putine persoane, NU IMI PASA! poate sa ma suporte si invers care vrea- tot NU IMI PASA! eu ma suport si asta conteaza. Nu trebuie sa ma transform intr-o drama queen din cauza asta, din contra, realizez faptul ca nu oricine poate sa ma inteleaga si ca sunt o fire complexa, ma bucur chiar>>>>> Numai melodrama atata si gandeste inainte sa actionezi, poate iti dai seama ca de tine vorbesc, poate ca nu, oricum sper sa iti revii cat de curand si maturizarea sa fie pe masura asteptarilor mele.<br />A da.... Si donsoara pitzi- ca altcumva nu stiu cum sa ii zic- revizuieste-ti comportamentul, daca dai o pasa proasta in meci, nu inseamna ca nu e atent coechipierul, ci poate ca esti tu praf- te-ai gandit la asta?:-? ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6691916619627646991?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-55803831494030146762010-03-17T08:37:00.001-07:002010-03-17T08:50:59.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6D3h6nnAuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QCE0LhuvwyQ/s1600-h/g64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S6D3h6nnAuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QCE0LhuvwyQ/s320/g64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627711161434850" border="0" /></a><br />Viata -o noua perspectiva-,<br />Scufundata in ape<br />Se impune prin vise<br />Unei dorinte abstracte.<br /><br />Ce frumos, ce divin si cat de suav<br />Sunt razele tale cazute pe o punte de pacate.<br />Cat de minunat si de abstract,<br />Este nebunia ta curata, intr-o noapte<br />Prezenta prin soapte, in mintea noastra.<br /><br />Catre infinit privesc-visarea exista?<br />Exista oare? printre acele actiuni ilogice alte tale.<br />Un apus de soare, peste a marii vapaie<br />Inima-mi tresare, ca la prima visare<br />Ca la prima.. disperare.<br /><br />Calauza, ma auzi!?<br />Ingerule, este oare cineva!?<br />Aud o chemare.. o strigare<br />Este viata care imi da al ei amor,<br />A ei iubire catre un dor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5580383149403014676?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-40781111260874472972010-03-16T13:22:00.000-07:002010-03-16T13:33:32.784-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5_poUxDTOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KOecUkh0_O4/s1600-h/goth354.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5_poUxDTOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KOecUkh0_O4/s320/goth354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449330953120074978" border="0" /></a><br />Calauza! te caut.. in noaptea cea amara<br />Ingerule, te strig pentru un ajutor<br />Vantul ma mangaie, in soapte, doar seara, acum.<br /><br />Mintea imi explodeaza<br />Inima nu mai pulseaza<br />Doar vibreaza.<br /><br />Noaptea pulseaza<br />Stelele vibreaza<br />Un cer innorat de amintiri.<br /><br />CUvinte greu de spus<br />Luna imi sopteste<br />In speranta ca nu va mai exista niciun apus.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4078111126087447297?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-66267943493043510212010-03-15T14:34:00.000-07:002010-03-15T14:52:32.524-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S56n-f1q8HI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IDmwN3EeLSg/s1600-h/437471qj4khnlv1m.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S56n-f1q8HI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IDmwN3EeLSg/s320/437471qj4khnlv1m.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448977291305218162" border="0" /></a><br />Evadarea!<br /><br />Intr-o lume doar a mea<br />As dori sa evadez<br />Ca sa pot simti ceva<br />Va trebui sa evadez.<br /><br />Usi nedeschise ale prezentului<br />Porti negasite ale trecutului<br />Incerc sa le gasesc dar nu reusesc<br />Prin portile viitorului sa evadez.<br /><br />O lumina.. o speranta.<br />Usile mi se deschid<br />Cheile portilor trecutului<br />Le gasesc pe drum.<br /><br />Am evadat.. in speranta<br />Ma regasesc printr-o privire<br />Chiar si printr-o soapta.<br />Am evadat.. in speranta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6626794349304351021?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-47602274949121835002010-03-15T06:58:00.000-07:002010-03-15T07:02:09.045-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S549N3On7dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UBDOcPEnNaU/s1600-h/1d7a196e_17275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S549N3On7dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UBDOcPEnNaU/s320/1d7a196e_17275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448859907537759698" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4760227494912183500?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-15608587153707894852010-03-15T06:51:00.000-07:002010-03-15T06:58:00.439-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S547gbH0VnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-2WK6RdRHGw/s1600-h/gothic-comment-tag-00933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S547gbH0VnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-2WK6RdRHGw/s320/gothic-comment-tag-00933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448858027387278962" border="0" /></a><br />Only my thoughts and me<br />In my world of signs<br />In which I'm trapped<br />With the chains of misery.<br /><br />Trying to escape<br />And I did it<br />I'm trying again..<br />But I'm drowning.<br /><br />The sea is so blue<br />Like the innocence of you<br />So sweet, so.. pure.<br />You make me change my soul.<br /><br />Though I think you are my angel<br />Who will save me from myself<br />I might be your angel<br />Who will lead you to a life of signs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1560858715370789485?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-39965449417309703362010-03-15T06:30:00.000-07:002010-03-15T06:45:34.113-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S545XFPYczI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RZXYEMDGoQE/s1600-h/1179015500-116-1.gif.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S545XFPYczI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RZXYEMDGoQE/s320/1179015500-116-1.gif.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448855667871347506" border="0" /></a><br />Captured!<br />In my mind, soul, thoughts,<br />In this again.<br /><br />Captured!<br />By your faith, love, eyes,<br />In that again.<br /><br />I'm captured again,<br />In me, in this ways.<br />I'll leave for days.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3996544941730970336?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-15541969117923286192010-03-14T10:05:00.000-07:002010-03-14T10:09:04.663-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S50XfeQqGgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HvYH0kNpvfc/s1600-h/l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S50XfeQqGgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HvYH0kNpvfc/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448536953654483458" /></a><br /><br /><br />Please!<br /><br /><br />Please, please..<br />Please, break into my soul.<br />Oh! Please, please..<br />Please, open the door.<br />And please, please..<br />Please, release yourself<br />From the chains of rain,<br />And please, please..<br />Please, don't cry for me<br />When the sun goes<br />Down.. into the sea.<br />Please, make all this things<br />For me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1554196911792328619?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-55042002388584359832010-03-13T05:26:00.001-08:002010-03-13T11:20:52.546-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5uSzBFX58I/AAAAAAAAAVE/lPTO1bD1cao/s1600-h/gothic-comments-111.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5uSzBFX58I/AAAAAAAAAVE/lPTO1bD1cao/s320/gothic-comments-111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448109579396704194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cuNoASTERE<br /><br />O camera sumbra, intunecata, <br />Peretii rupti parca de timp<br />Iar soaptele atat de adanci<br />Patrund in suflet si ti-l devoreaza.<br /><br />O autocunoastere te face<br />Sa iti arati adevarata fata<br />Sentimentele superficiale<br />Devin profunde.. dintr-o data.<br /><br />Persoana ta numai exista<br />Doar ceea ce simti cu adevarat<br />Totul in zare nu se mai misca<br />Este un succes total..<br /><br />Te eliberezi, te revigorezi<br />Mintea ti-o recuperezi<br />Sufletul, pierdut odata,<br />Ti-l regasesti, bucati, <br />Insa, totusi, refacut.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5504200238858435983?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-89293817214337164072010-03-10T13:13:00.000-08:002010-03-13T14:34:41.419-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5vgSdoo2qI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UBpO8-X2CeQ/s1600-h/2247006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5vgSdoo2qI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UBpO8-X2CeQ/s320/2247006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448194782032091810" /></a><br />Simt cum ma prabusesc in visele-mi<br />Cum ma autodistrug in propria-mi inima<br />Si corpul meu elibereaza<br />Visele de odinioara.<br /><br />Un apus, e tot ce-mi doresc.<br />Apusului inimii mele<br />Ca noaptea sa vina cu stele<br />Astfel sa pot sa ma ratacesc..<br />Printre ele..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8929381721433716407?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-4994607699251750812010-03-10T13:04:00.000-08:002010-03-10T13:09:33.556-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5gJasbSi-I/AAAAAAAAATc/dvnKwNjFQSA/s1600-h/10668033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5gJasbSi-I/AAAAAAAAATc/dvnKwNjFQSA/s320/10668033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114103511485410" border="0" /></a>NEreCUNOASTERE<br /><br />Cauta-mi chipul cioplit, intr-un cristal de gheata<br />Si sopteste-mi cu acel glas faurit de speranta<br />Ca totul va lua nastere<br />Ca nu aici se va sfarsi.<br /><br />Cauta-ma prin bratele tale, ca atunci..<br />Cand ma vei vedea intr-o zare<br />Sa stii ce am vrut sa iti spun<br />Inca din prima visare.<br /><br />Cata-mi nebunia, care imi ascunde adevaratul chip<br />Incant-o cu a ta iubire<br />Iar apoi zdrobeste-o ca pe un nimic<br />Zdrobeste-o, ca si pe mine.<br /><br />Cauta-ma in ale mele priviri galese<br />Care le indrept catre tine, atunci cand..<br />Nu ma mai cunosc pe mine.<br /><br />Da-mi foc la ganduri, la renuntari si la vise<br />Da-mi foc la tot ce simt, la corp, la par, la mainile ca gheata<br />Da-mi foc mie, sa vezi ca nu pot renunta la tine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-499460769925175081?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-32282517907950610132010-03-10T07:04:00.001-08:002010-03-10T11:46:10.033-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5e9QH-bfQI/AAAAAAAAATE/JGUIibzLCcM/s1600-h/a82f108acb117288.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5e9QH-bfQI/AAAAAAAAATE/JGUIibzLCcM/s320/a82f108acb117288.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447030359044357378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Doua lumi, o persoana</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Doua fiinte, un sentiment</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Te ridica, te impinge si strapunge</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5fvfczlWxI/AAAAAAAAATU/O_2jozWYSxU/s1600-h/fd4955474b71a92a.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5fvfczlWxI/AAAAAAAAATU/O_2jozWYSxU/s320/fd4955474b71a92a.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447085597915437842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Te adora si te ridica din nou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pana cazi in visare.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Acaparat doar de c</span><span style="font-style: italic;">e exista</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Un abis al nevazutului</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Al vazutului..</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5e9GETFenI/AAAAAAAAAS8/buUQAvT6fmk/s1600-h/3195129292_8295d44a05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5e9GETFenI/AAAAAAAAAS8/buUQAvT6fmk/s320/3195129292_8295d44a05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447030186258561650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ceru-mi violet, albastru, gri</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Iar eu ma pierdui</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In ale tale ganduri.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-3228251790795061013?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-29230396156754995162010-03-08T08:33:00.000-08:002010-03-09T04:27:24.095-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5UpKLN8aWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hn93ZXSxy6I/s1600-h/primavara-2977.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5UpKLN8aWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hn93ZXSxy6I/s320/primavara-2977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446304579161188706" border="0" /></a><br />Desteptarea din amintiri:<br />A mai trecut o iarna, totul reinvie, este readus la viata.<br />O zi calda si imbietoare<br />Cu o usoara adiere de vant<br />Care mangaie tot ceea ce exista.<br /><br />O zi de primavara, prima zi de primvara, o zi speciala. Flori, parfum si un sentiment ce este dat de acest anotimp. Datorita prezentei lui in vietile noastre avem <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">fericirea</span></span>. Gheata este distrusa de soarele cel plapand iar usor usor.. natura prinde viata si scapa de sub dominatia iernii, de sub cristalele de gheata care odata acaparau intreaga natura. O zi de primavara.. o zi speciala, fiecare zi fiind cu totul aparte, deoarece ea da viata, ofera si ne rasplateste pe noi, muritorii de rand, cu mireasma zambilelor, a ghioceilor, a lalelelor.. ne "imbata" cu parfumul vietii.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2923039615675499516?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-54500813265385027382010-03-08T07:53:00.000-08:002010-03-14T06:43:41.676-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5UgopzKdpI/AAAAAAAAASs/bfJgJvS8qn0/s1600-h/Arab_by_xxdalxx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S5UgopzKdpI/AAAAAAAAASs/bfJgJvS8qn0/s320/Arab_by_xxdalxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446295207161788050" border="0" /></a>Prin ochii mei vad, observ.. lumea. Tot prin ei zaresc o lume cruda si nepasatoare, fata de realitatea cea dureroasa care inca exista. Persoane care au nevoie de ajutor nu numai din punct de vedere al foametei ci si al dezoltarii(Africa). Trebuie sa fim oameni, sa vedem semenii nostri care au nevoie de noi, au nevoie de noi pentru a scapa de ceea ce se numeste foamete. Poate multi dintre voi nu cunosc acest cuvant pe propria piele.. insa.. sunt oameni care mor, care tanjesc pentru o bucata de paine, pe care tu o ai zilnic pe masa, copile! Familii bogate care se "scalda" in bani, isi cumpara ultimele masini aparute, ultima aparitie in tehnologie.. pe cand.. realitatea este distrugatoare.. iar acestia o fac si mai dureroasa prin nepasarea si aroganta lor. Treziti-va..!! Observati lumea! Nu o ignorati! (doar un sfat de la o persoana pe care, poate, nici nu o cunosti, care ti-l da ca astfel tu sa faci o diferenta in lume - Ajuta! si vei fi ajutat.. si rasplatit, intr-un mod cu totul aparte)<br /><br />Through my eyes I see, I observe .... the world. They see a cruel and relentless world, upon which reality still exists. Somalian people, from Africa, need not only to be fed, but need an impulse to develop their society. We must have feelings for those who need our support, to help them get rid of what is called hungriness. Many of you do not know the meaning of this dreadfull word ... there are people who would kill for a decent meal, something you have 3 or more times a day! Lets not forget rich families who practically "swim" in money and don't know what to do with them and are too busy to see the suffering of their own kind. Open your eyes! This is an advice from a person whom you have not met and probably won't, advice which will help you make a difference no matter where you are. Give a helping hand, and when in need, you will also, be given one ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5450081326538502738?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-44807026583113019482010-03-04T10:09:00.001-08:002010-03-04T15:05:23.661-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4_4GW1eUpI/AAAAAAAAASU/c501TVgAHQY/s1600-h/b,w,moon,stars,dreams,girl,night-1f83a51c7148038dd8456abab91cd71f_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4_4GW1eUpI/AAAAAAAAASU/c501TVgAHQY/s320/b,w,moon,stars,dreams,girl,night-1f83a51c7148038dd8456abab91cd71f_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444843262606987922" border="0" /></a><br />Un caiet vechi, o chitara si o tigara,<br />Imprejurarile perfecte in care sa te relaxezi.<br />Notele cad usor pe al tau chip imbietor.<br />Fumul de tigara face din realitate o nebunie curata<br />Iar versurile, oh! versurile acelea atat de dulci<br />Atat de inmiresmate cu frumoasa viata<br />Ma transforma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-4480702658311301948?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-28981285128828702682010-03-04T02:15:00.000-08:002010-03-04T02:29:53.027-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4-K9PLSa4I/AAAAAAAAASM/bCNmg4-sp0s/s1600-h/spring460-copy-21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4-K9PLSa4I/AAAAAAAAASM/bCNmg4-sp0s/s320/spring460-copy-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444723259164748674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Visare</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Sunet, se aude un ecou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Dezmierdarea unei flori</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Te ajuta sa auzi.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">De la nebunia nedescrisa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">La ceea ce nu exista</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Se transforma aceasta lume</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">In pulbere?!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Vis, noapte, zbor, fericire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Luna saruta frumoasele stele</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Trezire, dimineata, dezmierdare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Totul e o curata nebunie.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">O chitara, banca, intr-un parc</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Mirosul primaverii</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Va canta o oda a fericirii</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">O floare apare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ca un simbol</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Intre el si tine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Un simbol de supravietuire.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Suntem pierduti in aceasta lume</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Nu nega, ceea ce se afla in fata ta.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">O imagine perfecta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Un vis si mai perfect.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2898128512882870268?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-84846557722234581772010-03-02T14:52:00.000-08:002010-03-04T02:15:46.605-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S42XH8qvIqI/AAAAAAAAASE/3e7_JqX3rp0/s1600-h/black-and-white-landscape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S42XH8qvIqI/AAAAAAAAASE/3e7_JqX3rp0/s320/black-and-white-landscape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444173687361053346" border="0" /></a><br />A Tear Is Falling Again!<br /><br />Vid, si nimic mai mult<br />Atat as vrea, un vid<br />Un gol..<br /><br />Sa pot sa ma descarc in el<br />Sa zbier, sa rup ceea ce nu exista<br />Sa pot sa ma descarc.<br /><br />Un vid as dori<br />Numai pentru mine<br />Pentru o egoista ca.. mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8484655772223458177?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-341329978376885342010-03-02T09:42:00.000-08:002010-03-02T10:02:16.498-08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S41OV9Gk7yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4WyM6GJx4nE/s1600-h/Vampire_Love_op_403x600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S41OV9Gk7yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4WyM6GJx4nE/s320/Vampire_Love_op_403x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444093663647166242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ajuta-ma!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Atat de alb, de pur.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Atat de frumos si muribund.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Sufletul in propriul sange mi se zbate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Iar viata imi seaca zilele.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Inveninat mi-e trupul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Cu atata ura..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Fata de lumea cea veche</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Si distrusa..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Invenineaza-ma cu alt sange,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Cu un alt venin</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Da-mi antitodul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Pe care numai tu il detii.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ucide-mi izbucnirile</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ucide-ma, te rog</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Pe mine!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Te rog iarta-ma..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ca nu pot sa fiu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Mai buna.. pentru tine.</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-34132997837688534?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-54944137834195805132010-02-28T05:28:00.000-08:002010-03-01T02:57:10.532-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4pvnAmlO9I/AAAAAAAAARU/OGgoetf0ROU/s1600-h/moongoddesswatch.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4pvnAmlO9I/AAAAAAAAARU/OGgoetf0ROU/s320/moongoddesswatch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285815598070738" border="0" /></a>Vreau doar sa dispar,<br />Precum o stea care se stinge<br />Incet.. ma sting cu gandul la tine.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa mor<br />Toamna alaturi de trandafiri.<br />Sa infloresc, sa ofilesc si apoi sa ma izbesc de recele pamant.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa ma evaporez,<br />Ca o roua, dimineata,<br />Cazand pe obrazul tau si managaindu-ti chipul.<br /><br />Vreau doar sa ma dezleg,<br />De mine, de gandurile mele,<br />De corpul, mintea si gesturile mele.<br /><br />Vreau doar.. sa mor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5494413783419580513?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-19269005979621980452010-02-24T07:55:00.000-08:002010-02-24T08:03:01.859-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4VNY4oqexI/AAAAAAAAARM/IFEcqpCouU0/s1600-h/goth47.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4VNY4oqexI/AAAAAAAAARM/IFEcqpCouU0/s320/goth47.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441840814662253330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cea care cedeaza,<br />Care viseaza si mereu pledeaza vinovata<br />In fata unui vis.<br /><br />Cea care invata,<br />Care iubeste neconditionat<br />Care e la final distrusa.<br /><br />Cea care sopteste,<br />Care te ajuta si te duce spre cai nestiute<br />Spre un abis de "fericire".<br /><br />Cea care e iubita,<br />Care e rasplatita si uitata<br />De mine.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-1926900597962198045?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-89950106248436426702010-02-24T07:48:00.000-08:002010-02-24T07:54:13.253-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4VLjifFTWI/AAAAAAAAARE/BJ-OGRpvDHs/s1600-h/S6300391-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S4VLjifFTWI/AAAAAAAAARE/BJ-OGRpvDHs/s320/S6300391-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441838798671793506" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome To My World<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bucati, tzandari..<br />Intotdeauna se refac<br />Intr-una, intr-o oglinda.<br /><br />Rupt, distrus..<br />Intotdeauna se reface<br />Intr-una, intr-un geam.<br /><br />Spart, abandonat..<br />Se reface..<br />In bucati de geam.<br /><br />Uitat, cu goana dupa amintiri<br />Se reface..<br />Intr-o oglinda.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-8995010624843642670?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-54058638594779289052010-02-19T10:03:00.000-08:002010-02-20T03:18:31.467-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S3-_DCjlCEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/s0G76XuIZRs/s1600-h/fairy,tale,flower,girl,rose,beauty,fairytale-1c14683cf17db136cf856e7b236d5c47_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S3-_DCjlCEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/s0G76XuIZRs/s320/fairy,tale,flower,girl,rose,beauty,fairytale-1c14683cf17db136cf856e7b236d5c47_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440276933833459778" border="0" /></a><br />De ce imi e frica sa zambesc?<br />De ce imi e frica sa cred?<br />De ce imi e frica de mine?<br />De ce nu pot sa traiesc..<br />Sa visez, sa cred?<br /><br />De ce nu pot sa ma gandesc la mai bine?<br />Toate acestea au avut un final.<br />NU! Nu imi e frica sa zambesc,<br />Sa cred in mai bine.<br /><br />NU! NU imi e frica<br />Sa cred, sa visez si..<br />Sa.. <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">te iubesc</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-5405863859477928905?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-29748295341027935162010-02-19T09:48:00.000-08:002010-02-20T03:07:53.048-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S37Rw-XvaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LiJQ90ZeDqQ/s1600-h/1aca9a6a492f3295d4ab3a6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S37Rw-XvaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LiJQ90ZeDqQ/s320/1aca9a6a492f3295d4ab3a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016039216637986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ascunsa </span><br /><br />Zambete, dorinte, ganduri si vise<br />Zambesti dar nu visezi,<br />Gandesti dar nu doresti,<br />Persoana ta sa o completezi.<br /><br />Plutesti, fericire.<br />Te indrepti catre visare<br />Totul e o intrebare<br />Iti e frica sa zambesti.<br /><br />"Zambeste!" toti iti spun.<br />Zambeste si crede..<br />Eu imi spun..<br />Ma voi trezi curand.<br /><br />Clipa va dura o eternitate<br />Crede si vei gasi<br />Raspunsul..<br />La orice intrebare.<br /><br />Crede cand zambesti<br />Zambeste cu inima..<br />Eu iti spun<br />Pentru ca asa va lua nastere visarea.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-2974829534102793516?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-73185991098301245192010-02-18T07:50:00.001-08:002010-02-18T08:14:15.630-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S31nU_2kxbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NEH_46aKIX8/s1600-h/1781713889462a61738b652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S31nU_2kxbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NEH_46aKIX8/s320/1781713889462a61738b652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439617535368807858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Redare</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Timp, armonie si iubire,<br />Ca un copil in parul tau jucandu-ma,<br />Imi redai libertatea de a spune: "Crede-ma!".<br /><br />Ultimul zid, ultima durere,<br />Au fost daramate, dezradacinate<br />De catre a ta putere.<br /><br />Mi-ai transformat ultima carare<br />In ceea ce altii nu au putut niciodata,<br />In ceea ce eu numesc.. speranta.<br /><br />In ceea ce cred si ceea ce iubesc acum,<br />De ieri, de azi si de maine<br />Din ziua in care te-am cunoscut pe tine.<br /><br />Iata-ma.. copil din nou,<br />Iata-ma.. inca inocenta<br />Iata-ma.. din nou..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-7318599109830124519?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249118207729116042.post-65616362909228063162010-02-15T06:42:00.000-08:002010-02-15T06:46:55.714-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S3leNfs7D4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/L7xxNoM4ebw/s1600-h/12130203433gbnfwj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHucF_YytTY/S3leNfs7D4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/L7xxNoM4ebw/s320/12130203433gbnfwj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438481610967814018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LASA-ma pe mine sa decid<br />Ce ma face pe mine LASA,<br />LASA-ma sa ma sinucid<br />LASA sa ma fac spuma.<br /><br />LASA ca de obicei,<br />Si LASA ca intotdeauna,<br />Sa ma fac praf si pulbere,<br />Lasa.. sa ma transform<br />Sa pot fi cu tine.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/249118207729116042-6561636290922806316?l=moment-of-thruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moment Of Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275151397977183028noreply@blogger.com0