<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:45:20.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La vie en rose......"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-8066276402695054115</id><published>2008-04-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:54:53.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Odata "</title><content type='html'>Atarn suspendata de un fir de speranta ..planez deasupra visurilor de aseara si incerc sa nu ma prabusesesc Sub mine  plang si se zvarcolesc in deznadejdie inimile celor care au fost &lt;strong&gt;"odata&lt;/strong&gt;" ca si mine ..acum e prea tarziu pentru ei ..si totusi pentru mine e atat de devreme .In minte alearga buimacite  si ganduri..si idei si poate cateva proiecte  ..fara o destinatie precisa.Himera a celei ce am fost &lt;strong&gt;"odata&lt;/strong&gt;"se aseaza pe umarul meu drept.Imi sopteste surazand  ceea ce doar eu si ea am stiut &lt;strong&gt;dintotdeauna&lt;/strong&gt; si brusc ma intristez.Si ea rade si eu suspin...Eu plang ca nu voi mai fi niciodata ea ...si ea rade ca nu mai face parte din mine..Ea e libera si fericita  ;eu sunt prizoniera unui trup plapand si a unei minti iscoditoare .&lt;br /&gt;Un lucru e cert..acest nou inceput pare mai degraba un sfarsit..un sfarsit fara de sfarsit care se repeta cu aceeasi intensitate&lt;br /&gt;As bea un RED BULL sa zbor departe de aici ..si aproape de planurile mele.Incerc sa-mi atribui aceasta noua infatisare ,,dar imi displace reflexia ei in ochii lor ...E modelata de "ei" nu de mine ..Ea transpune o parte a mea pe care am tinut-o ascunsa .....Destructiv si iremediabil.... o cu totul alta "mizerabila" fata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-8066276402695054115?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/8066276402695054115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=8066276402695054115' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/8066276402695054115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/8066276402695054115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2008/04/odata.html' title='&quot;Odata &quot;'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-8305352224220601439</id><published>2008-02-17T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:24:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Memento mori" ..de inima albastra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/R7ir34juX0I/AAAAAAAAABs/norPukk3qZY/s1600-h/ame-inima-herastrau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168069548971024194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/R7ir34juX0I/AAAAAAAAABs/norPukk3qZY/s320/ame-inima-herastrau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti puternic sau vrei sa pretinzi acest lucru..ai ajuns in acel punct in care nici tu nu mai stii exact.Esti vulnerabil in fata ei doar pentru ca nu mai ai pensule si nici machiaj pentru a ti definitiva personajul pe care doresti sa -l reprezinti.A reusit sa-ti invadeze si mintea si sufletul ..intreaga viata ..si acum se plimba nestingherita prin ea..fara regrete si fara lamentari....o face cu zambetul pe buze si i se pare adorabil tracul cu care te a contaminat in ultima perioada.I-ai incarcerat imaginea in pupila si acum iti saruta pleoapele in fiecare dimineata.......NU -ti va ajunge o viata pentru a-ti duce la bun sfarsit misiunea unei inimi albastre pentru ca in fond si la urmei esti doar jumatatea rupta ce si cauta androginul lipsa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-8305352224220601439?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/8305352224220601439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=8305352224220601439' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/8305352224220601439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/8305352224220601439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2008/02/memento-mori-de-inima-albastra.html' title='&quot;Memento mori&quot; ..de inima albastra'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/R7ir34juX0I/AAAAAAAAABs/norPukk3qZY/s72-c/ame-inima-herastrau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-7016342821178040112</id><published>2008-02-14T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:57:05.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In alta ordine de idei .....</title><content type='html'>De multe ori te simti singur,dezamagit, descurajat ..si -ti zici:" esti ghinionist" ai tendinta sa -i culpabilizezi pe altii, sa-i faci pe ei vinovati intr-o mica sau mai mare masura de insuccesele tale.Este o masura defensiva a subcontientului tau ..care nu poate acccepta asha ushor o deziluzie sau un insucces.....Si poate ca altii sunt vinovatii pentru ca sunt prea perfizi sau prea insensibili sau mult prea egoisti ca sa si dea seama k in fond si la urma urmei reprezinti ceva ce exista, respira , gandeste si are sentimente nu doar o forta metafizica ce -si exercita forta prin univers din cand in cand ..... la ocazii si evenimente.Da unii ar zice ..uite- o si pe asta..saracutza frustrata de viata isi linge ranile cu ajutorul unor fraze desprinse din romanele de dragoste...Poate asha este ..nu-i contrazic ....pentru ca nu simt nevoia sa-mi argumentez actiunile in fatza unor persoane mult prea ocupate cu "viata realaDar in fine...nu despre asta vroiam sa scriu astazi pe blog ......&lt;strong&gt;In alta ordine de idei&lt;/strong&gt; ..vroiam sa scriu despre acele greseli pe care le faci in mod constient si repetitiv ...si in urma carora devii de "gheata"(vb unui prieten).M am nascut o naiva am evoluat intr-o neinteleasa si am sa sfarsesc intr-un costiug gol.....tragic nu ?:)) E ciudat ca te trezesti intr-o dimineata si iti dai seama ca in tabloul in care te regasesti ...ceva e in plus....si anume "TU" .Acel pictor neglijent ti-a facut parul mult prea auriu ..si razele soarelui ce se reflecta in el ii deranjeaza pe ceilaltzi.....mai observi ca mana pictorului a tremurat pe pensula ..si in loc de inima ti-a stropit o constiinta si ca tu esti singurul care nu zambeste pentru ca tu esti singurul ce are ochii deschisi.....Si uite asha constati ca de fapt ti-a fost atribuit un rol frumos intr-adevar ..dar pe care nu stii sa -l interpretezi pentru ca pui prea mult suflet si dramatizezi si ....de fapt joci intr-o comedie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh da.....deja i-am pierdut pe multzi pe drum.....nu conteaza imi continui incursiunea in necunoscut cu ceilaltzi......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca din greseli invetzi, ele te ajuta sa evoluezi sa treci de la starea de copilarie persistent iresponsabila in acea faza de maturitate sfasiata de ganduri si responsabilitati ....Sa fie oare 100% adevarat?!! De multe ori imi pun si eu aceasta intrebare ...concluziile le vom trage mult prea tarziu cand vei fi acel spectator din sala de cinema cand cand vei viziona viata.....cele cateva secunde iti vor fi suficiente pentru a realiza cat esti de trecator, de visator,de fraier ca nu te bucuri de ceea ti se ofera . Ca iti manjesti gandurile cu acele nimicuri care speri sa te faca fericit vreodata,.......dar in realitate acel vreodata ..se transforma in NICIODATA..Magic is in the air!ENjoy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-7016342821178040112?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/7016342821178040112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=7016342821178040112' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7016342821178040112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7016342821178040112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-alta-ordine-de-idei.html' title='In alta ordine de idei .....'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-7330431941291301179</id><published>2007-11-12T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:32:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Name</title><content type='html'>Suntem cu totii angrenati in joc.Unii dintre noi se bucura de beneficiile lui inca de la inceput , altii in schimb sunt cei ce clacheaza inca de la prima runda, ramanand pe parcursul jocului niste spectatori inerti.Tu percepi jocul acesta in modul tau superficial de a fi , eu il iau in serios punand efort si suflet in fiecare mutare.Si uite asa runda dupa runda , ne invartim in cerc ca hamsterii in cusca lor.Sfarsitul jocului este imprevizibil.Niciodata nu-l astepti , dar intotdeauna te ia prin surprindere anticipandu-ti fiecare miscare.Cei puternici reusesc sa se bucure de acest sfarsit , vazandu-l ca pe o avansare care o noua runda mai fascinanta si mult mai fructuoasa ; cei slabi si demoralizati se scufunda in lacul disperarii , ramanand acolo pe vecie ducandu-si infinita viata patronati de regretul neputintei.Si totusi moartea face parte din joc ...Chiar daca o accepti sau nu ..ea mereu te vegheaza din umbra penalizandu=ti fiecare gresela.Sa fie bine sau rau in momentul unui KO categoric vom afla.....TU ce mutare vei face acum ??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-7330431941291301179?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/7330431941291301179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=7330431941291301179' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7330431941291301179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7330431941291301179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-name.html' title='No Name'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-3106158680244939807</id><published>2007-11-10T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:39:27.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost o data ca niciodata.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RzZdQqwkbYI/AAAAAAAAABU/UBksxZx4VoI/s1600-h/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131391366372552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RzZdQqwkbYI/AAAAAAAAABU/UBksxZx4VoI/s320/222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O urmaream in diminetile de toamna cum isi urma traseul obisnuit pe strazile inguste ale orasului ...Aceeasi fata carismatica, cu parul strans in doua coditze cu Swen in spate emanand inocenta adolescentei .....Vantul aprig al diminetii ii dezmierda narile si totusi zambetul nu i-l putea dezlipi nimeni de pe buze.....Facea abstractie de tot caci se simtea bine in lumea ei....retina inca ii colora hieroglifele cartii citite .....Si visa departe si poate mult prea mult la ceea ce avea sa-i rezerve viitorul Era imprevizibil si totusi naivitatea din privire refuza sa accepte acest lucru....Era prea idealista si mult prea sensibila..Nu era pregatita pentru ceea ce viata de zi cu zi avea sa-i rezerve,,,,,A trecut si toamna.....au cazut si frunzele intepenite pe pamantul infrigurat..Au cazut si lacrimile pe obrajii imbujoratii, au trecut si iluziile si s au terminat si sperantele......Astazi o revad pe o strada aglomerata din metropola in care m -am mutat...Aceeasi fata distrata si totusi un altfel de privire...O parte din ea se ascunde inca in vechiul oras ..dar ea refuza cu indarjire sa se reintoarca ..Poate mult prea multe ganduri se inghesuie intr-o constiinta atat de transparenta......Poate mult prea multe idealuri ard in flacarile sufletului ca niste erezii de care trebuie sa se descotoriseasca defintiv .....O singuratate aparenta delimiteaza fiinta ei de cea a celorlalti ratacitii de pe strazile mizere ale orasului ......Nimeni nu va stii cu siguranta ce se ascunde in spatele povestii.......Totul prevesteste acel sfarsit iremediabil...si totusi atat de necesar.....Un sfarsit imperceptibil pentru tine egoistul infatuat de pe strada mea si a EI.....Si totusi atat de evident pentru mine "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-3106158680244939807?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/3106158680244939807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=3106158680244939807' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/3106158680244939807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/3106158680244939807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/11/fost-o-data-ca-niciodata.html' title='A fost o data ca niciodata.....'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RzZdQqwkbYI/AAAAAAAAABU/UBksxZx4VoI/s72-c/222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-2057464597302904042</id><published>2007-10-25T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:03:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un gand rebel</title><content type='html'>Gandim .....deci existam......Si ce se intampla atunci cand te gandesti mai mult decat ar trebui la o anumita situatie?De ce nu ne multumim cu acel schimb de replici sau conjuncturi ?De ce trebuie sa fim analitici cand putem fi nepasatori?De ce unul mediteaza si celalalt contempleaza?De ce ceea ce pentru mine este insuficient pentru tine e saturatie?De ce reciprocitatea si - a pierdut adevaratul sens?De ce ne ascundem in spatelor unor masti cand frumusetea se ascunde dincolo de ele?De ce ne ferim sa ne exprimam liber sentimentele ,cand de fapt mutualitatea ofera un farmec aparte acelor sentimente?De ce exista atat de multe intrebari cand totul s ar putea rezuma doar la....... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-2057464597302904042?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/2057464597302904042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=2057464597302904042' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2057464597302904042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2057464597302904042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-gand-rebel.html' title='Un gand rebel'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-7512792282786556627</id><published>2007-10-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:59:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment ca va ?!</title><content type='html'>Incarcerata in clepsidra de cristal zambeste la oglindirea ei din apa.O lume lipsita de griji isi deschide sertarele in fata ei si-i alege tinuta corespunzatoare.....In parul blond si stralucitor isi impletesc happy-endurile zanele .....Ochii acumuleaza indiferenta si nepasarea noastra , transformand retina intr- o bucata de sticla mata .Zambetu-i innocent ramane inmarmurit la ceea ce se ascunde dincolo de cuvinte, de priviri, de zdrentele frumos mirositoare .LUmea ei difera de cea in care te gasesti tu...eu ...noi; lumea noastra care nu se infioara la mirosul incitant de bani imbibati cu picaturi de sange , lumea noastra care nu idolatrizeaza marionetele de pe scena ignorantei, lumea noastra care nu zambeste la imaginea cutremuratoarea a lipsei de umanitate .....tramvaiul scartaie nervos , geamul aburit picteaza ici colo o amprenta solitara, ascuns in mp3 celui ce schiteaza un zambet cariat , Guta isi dedica ultima sa melodie........dalmatianul cu chip uman se plimba de pe un scaun pe celalalt...a lui maica il priveste dragastos crapand intre dinti bucatile din ceea ce odata a fost o samanta de dovleac,aroma de vanilie se impastie in aer....toti gandesc la unison.....la vie en Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-7512792282786556627?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/7512792282786556627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=7512792282786556627' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7512792282786556627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/7512792282786556627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/10/incarcerata-in-clepsidra-de-cristal.html' title='Comment ca va ?!'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-8755967555198488734</id><published>2007-10-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:31:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cause...........</title><content type='html'>A mai trecut o zi ....clepsidra timpului isi imprastie cenusa prin viata ta....si se afunda .....atingandu ti pana si cele mai neinsemnate amintiri.......In surdina se aud bataile unui gong....Si totusi intensitatea sunetului iti patrunde prin timpane.....se raspandeste in corp punandu ti in miscare tot sangele .....emotia acelui sunet atat de mult asteptat iti lasa pe obraji o dara de pudra rosie.....ochii si -au recapatat inocenta si naivitatea pierduta acum ceva vreme......iti lipesti urechea de trup si incepi sa i fredonezi refrenul......cantecul de gong iti zboara razlet prin minte fara destinatie.....fara scop ....Sa fie fericirea sau doar o iluzie ?.......Sa fie inceputul unui sfarsit inevitabil...sau sfarsitul fara de inceput ?Sa fie un sunet egocentric...sau unul altruist ?C'est a cause .................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-8755967555198488734?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/8755967555198488734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=8755967555198488734' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvLxjLvi9KI/AAAAAAAAABE/X8einhEvc8w/s1600-h/Picture+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112414113768862882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvLxjLvi9KI/AAAAAAAAABE/X8einhEvc8w/s320/Picture+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dimineata din viata ta.......aparent banala.......te dai jos din pat ,te plimbi prin casa, mangai cainele ,fumezi o tigara si apoi la duci la baie.Primul lucru pe care il faci este sa te uiti in oglinda.....nu stiu daca e neaparat narcisism..dar daca oglinda este pozitionata in fata usii ..eu zic k e inevitabil...Unde vroiam eu sa ajung de fapt......la oglinda si la ceea ce se reflecta in ea....Frumusetea?Uratenia?Veselia?Tristetea?Frustrarea?Multumirea?......cine stie depinde de fiecare in parte..un lucru e cert dimineata toate visele se spulbera zdrobite sub ecoul soneriei de la mobil.....Si totusi treci peste...revii la realitate....si te gandesti la ziua respectiva......O zi incarcata de parfumul tau si a idealurilor tale....o zi sfasiata de rautatea celor din jur si nu in ultimul rand o zi insufletita de afectiunea persoanelor dragi.......Clateste -ti ochii cu apa clorificata de la robinet si vezi ceea ce se ascunde in spatele cuvintelor......Dezbraca-te de inhibitiile si prejudecatile celor care si au pus voit amprenta asupra ta.....Sterge-ti aura cu frumusetea sentimentelor sincere si improspateaza -ti respiratia cu un zambet!.....BUNA DIMINEATA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-5183511389272917661?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/5183511389272917661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=5183511389272917661' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/5183511389272917661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/5183511389272917661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/09/schita.html' title='Schita....'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvLxjLvi9KI/AAAAAAAAABE/X8einhEvc8w/s72-c/Picture+269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-2495801944066492171</id><published>2007-09-18T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:51:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUM AR FI DACA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvA9HV4tliI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ly8dCmpxcsA/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111652773408904738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvA9HV4tliI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ly8dCmpxcsA/s320/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un gand imi zboara prin minte fara o traiectorie precisa; ce pare sa tina mai mult de domeniul fantasticului decat de lumea reala .Ca multe alte idei ce se zbat in fasa , si al meu incepe cu : CUM AR FI DACA ?Asha k 1,2,3.........actiune!!!!!! Cum ar fi sa te trezesti intr o dimineata aparent identica cu cea de ieri, numai k toata actiunea sa se desfasoare in trecut ..intr un trecut sumbru sau poate unul fericit.....ceea ce face mai interesanta acesta experienta fictiva ar fi un bagaj de cunostiinte incarcat cu experientele tale din viitor......Pentru a simplifica firul epic ce ai face daca maine dimineata te -ai trezi in urma cu &lt;strong&gt;( n-1)luni*0.0001 zile /0.01 minute * n secunde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evident trebuie sa treci peste starea de anxietate......Si incerci sa te bucuri de prezent....Stau si ma gandesc daca mai esti in stare sa traiesti la aceesi intensitate unele clipe din viata ta?Tocmai acea parte de mister ne anima vietile ...si totusi cum ai reactiona daca ai fi protagonistul unui film deja vizionat ?Ce ai schimba in viata ta sau ce ai schimba in vietile altora?Si doar aceste schimbari nu vor avea repercusiuni multe mai grave....Eu stiu ce as schimba ...TU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-2495801944066492171?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/2495801944066492171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=2495801944066492171' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2495801944066492171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2495801944066492171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/09/cum-ar-fi-daca.html' title='CUM AR FI DACA'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RvA9HV4tliI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ly8dCmpxcsA/s72-c/Picture+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-2543022556718580509</id><published>2007-08-20T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:36:09.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RsnPunfQYPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WGNDOtLpz04/s1600-h/DSC01201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100836452754809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RsnPunfQYPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WGNDOtLpz04/s320/DSC01201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat de departe poti ajunge visand ?Cat de aproape poti fi stand treaz?............Cat de fericit se simte acel care calatoreste neincetat descoperind ceea ce tu de fapt iti imaginezi ?Cat de izolat si implicit singur te simti departe de cei dragi ?Cate secunde din viata i le dedici spiritului aventurier ce salasluieste in tine , pe care il tii incarcerat si a carui unica dorinta este sa se bucure de ceea ce tu poti si nu vrei ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti dispus sa lasi totul in urma si sa pleci departe de toti si de toate ?sa te bucuri de lume si de ceea ce iti poate oferi ea ?esti dispus sa risti .....esti dispus sa ti lasi confortul de acasa pt a fi doar tu si cu ceea ce iti poate oferi o camera modesta de hostel ?Ti ai putea inlocui adidasii ultima fitza cu o pereche de bascheti "NO NAME" in care degetele se rasfata doar cu suprafata neuzata de musama ?Ti -ai putea desena pe t-shitul din 100% bumbac o pata ..poate 2 de cafea...ici colo una de mustar pentru a ti reintregi tinuta ?Dar designerul din tine ar fi in stare sa ti decoloreze blugii indigo ....imprimandu -le un iz de "alb murdar" dar extraordinar de trendy ?Si oare buclele tale satene ar putea indura caldura solara mai bine decat cea produsa de casca din salon ?Ar putea piela ta alintata (de gelul de dush si de untul de corp) intra in contact cu bacteriile din aer ......fara a se imbolnavi iremediabil si ireversibil ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oare aceasta aventura a vietii tale nu ti ar putea aduce mai multe satisfactii decat tot ceea ce ai putea tu experimenta intr - o viata intreaga....Oare doar luxul ne poate aduce fericirea ?Oare tu si simpla prezenta a cui vrei tu nu ti poate asigura din start o calatorie reusita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VREAU sa calatoresc ..azi mai mult k ieri .....si ieri mai putin ca maine !!Fara scop fara destinatie fara resurse ..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-2543022556718580509?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/2543022556718580509/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=2543022556718580509' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2543022556718580509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2543022556718580509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/08/cat-de-departe-poti-ajunge-visand-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RsnPunfQYPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WGNDOtLpz04/s72-c/DSC01201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-265037406459476852</id><published>2007-07-31T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:10:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% Autentic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/Rq-WvQwLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jRlDRqzTDyY/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093455442274358706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/Rq-WvQwLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jRlDRqzTDyY/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce inseamna a fi tu in ziua de azi ?! suntem mult prea superficiali ....si traim ghidati de aparente ..Ne proiectam in societate imaginea unor persoane care nu intotdeauna reusesc sa ne reprezinte in totalitate si care uneori ne fac sa parem altfel decat suntem.Jucam uneori teatru pentru ca ne dorim cu ardoare sa fim figurantii unei piese atat de indragite de noi toti si anume "&lt;strong&gt;viata".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si totusi nu suntem fericiti.......ne regasim de multe ori inconjurati de oameni care nu-ti transmit nimic ;ne pierdem adevarata identitate pentru a ne amesteca cu toti ceilalti si a deveni anonim pentru .......Daca stau si ma gandesc mai bine...pentru ce.....?Pentru a obtine ceva ce in realitate nu exista.Pentru a -ti reprezenta o imagine cat mai fidela a visului in care te cufunzi in fiecare noapte.Pentru a-ti picta viata dominata aparent de nunta gri intr-una .....enervant de roz.Mult prea tarziu constientizezi k nimik din ceea ce este mult prea evident si anume "TU" nu dispare...acea parte din tine pe care tu o ascunzi de lume din diferite considerente ramane in tine.....intr -o forma latenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si de ce trebuie sa ne lipim in fiecare dimineata pe fata o masca ..sa ne rujam pe buze acel zambet "insipid,inodor si incolor" ?De ce nu poti fi tu ...fara ca acest lucru sa -ti aduca diferite inconveniente?! pentru ca in ziua de azi sinceritatea nu este apreciata .......pentru ca toti ceilalti sunt inrobiti de norme si conduite carora TU nu esti obligatat sa te supui....Si totusi o faci involuntar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si te trezesti intr-o dimineata plictisit de tot si de toate si incerci sa te regasesti..sa readuci la viata acea parte din tine care merita exploatata , sculptata si mai apoi expusa intr-o galerie numita "SOCIETATEA MODERNA"........Niciodata nu ai sa poti fi inteles decat daca ai langa tine persoane care stiu ce presupune acest cuvant...nu te vei simti niciodata confortabil daca nu vei avea curajul sa ai prieteni care constientizeaza ce implica o prietenie .....nu te vei simti niciodata 100% tu daca nu ii vei lasa si pe ceilalti sa te cunoasca ...sa te descopere...sa fie fascinati....ca mai apoi sa devina dependenti....&lt;em&gt;de ceea ce reprezinti tu cu adevarat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-265037406459476852?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/265037406459476852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=265037406459476852' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/265037406459476852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/265037406459476852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-autentic.html' title='100% Autentic'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/Rq-WvQwLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jRlDRqzTDyY/s72-c/DSC00825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-1443649709277724584</id><published>2007-07-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:53:41.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea......o utopie...sau ceva real ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqkWwgwLFaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOub9oriE9Y/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091625876400575906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqkWwgwLFaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOub9oriE9Y/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucrurile cele mai frumoase din viata ta sunt cele care vin atunci cand te astepti cel mai putin.....In urma unei discutii cu o prietena am hotarat k astazi  in blogul meu sa abordez o tema un pic mai optimista....nu stiu insa daca voi reusi :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce anume te face fericit ?Un sentiment....o stare....un lucru.....o persoana...sau poate toate acestea la un loc?Eu consider ca fericirea este un melange de trairi ....50% negative.....50% pozitive ..pentru ca omul prin natura sa nu este in stare sa valorizeze un anumit lucru decat in momentul in care nu se mai bucura de el.....orice experienta mai putin placuta din viata te ajuta in viitor....de fapt am putea compara fericirea cu un puzzle....pentru a atinge acea stare de "BINE" trebuie sa combini diferitele piese.....foarte rar iti potzi da seama daca o piesa se potriveste sau nu daca nu o incerci....Si uita asha incercam...potrivim.....ne chinuim ...ne curg lacrimi sau picaturi de sudoare....dar eu zic k merita....merita toata osteneala......si pentru a fi cu adevarat fericit eu zic k merita sa dai tot ceea ce ai mai bun ascuns in tine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ceea ce este cu adevarat surprinzator este faptul ca niciodata nu stii ce presupune aceasta stare de" bine"si cum se manifesta  ea cu adevarat.......pentru ca fiecare percepe fericirea altfel....pentru ca fiecare vine cu un bagaj de cunostiinte si trairi propriu ; si de asemenea fiecare se bucura de clipa altfel......Mama mereu imi spunea k eu niciodata nu am stiut sa ma bucur de primavara si de plimbarile prin parc in acest anotimp......ii dau dreptate ......in timpurile noastre plimbarile prin parc sunt ceva demodat ( eu nu le indragesc din alte considerente)Si totusi.....cred k e frumos sa te imbeti cu un parfum delicat de floare de tei si sa te balacesti in petalele imaculate de cires....si daca esti si acompaniat cu atat mai bine.......experienta va fi cu mult mai interesanta:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ma face pe mine fericita.......cred k e o intrebare retorica in acest moment,,,,,indubitabil..sunt fericita cand ma simt iubita ..dar oare fericirea se rezuma numai la iubire.....sau fericirea se naste si din alte trairi......Oare fericirea ( fie ea si pasagera comprimandu-se in cateva secunde) ..nu poate aparea atunci cand ajuti pe cineva si -i readuci zambetul pe buze?De exemplu ii dai unui copil de pe strada( care se uita prelung in vitrina unei lazi frigorifice la o inghetata )ceea ce isi doreste.....sclipirea aceea unica din ochi si graba cu care rupe ambalajul nu -ti pot aduce fericirea? .....Sau nu stiu ......bucuria pe care o resimte un parinte cand il ajuti intr -o zi cu ceea ce te-a rugat si preferi sa -ti petreci ziua cu el....decat sa stai cu prietenii tai...oare aceste lucruri nu -ti pot aduce fericirea.....??!!Mai mult ca sigur ti-o aduc....dar vezi....lucrurile acestea aparent marunte nu-ti dau satisfactia dorita......tu iti doresti mai mult......Nu e ceva condamnabil....Ideea e k alergi zilnic fara succes cautand aceasta stare ..inca neglijezi lucrurile care pot conta in viata...si in final nu te mai bucuri de nimik.....Si vorba aceea putin azi...putin maine si in final ajungi la ceva mare....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fericirea vine cand te astepti mai putin......important e sa stii sa te bucuri de ea....Trebuie sa ai puterea sa fii mai putin analitic....si sa ai curajul sa te bucuri de prezent si sa-ti traiesti clipele acelea daruite de sus la intensitate maxima....fara a regreta nimik.....pentru a-ti ramane pecetea fericirii depline si nu cicatricea unei clipe nefructificate ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpe diem dragii mei cititori!......Si nu uitati sa va bucurati de orice lucru ...frumusetea poate intruchipa diferite forme.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-1443649709277724584?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/1443649709277724584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=1443649709277724584' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/1443649709277724584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/1443649709277724584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/07/fericireao-utopiesau-ceva-real.html' title='Fericirea......o utopie...sau ceva real ?'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqkWwgwLFaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOub9oriE9Y/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840540058548364636.post-2844159541368962102</id><published>2007-07-25T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:27:36.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluturash nu mai ai aripioare.....domnul Conte ti le -a retezat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqjLVwwLFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbGJ4ZpLmto/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091542953466992018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqjLVwwLFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbGJ4ZpLmto/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am tot gandit ce tema sa abordez in primul meu articol de pe acest blog.......Si m-am tot gandit...Si razgandit.......Pana ce am hotarat sa vorbesc despre acele amintiri cu care toti ne luptam indelung....si zadarnic in fiecare zi (mai mult sau mai putin roz a existentei noastre ) pentru ca mai apoi sa constientizam faptul k traind in trecut nu faci decat sa-ti neglijezi prezentul..si sa -ti limitezi viitorul..........&lt;br /&gt;Uite asha suntem noi fetele ...niste coconi aparent insignifianti si lipsiti de orice farmec in viata de zi cu zi......dar ne transformam in niste fiinte remarcabile odata cu aparitia "CONTELUI" in peisaj.......Si ceea ce este ingrijorator e faptul k de multe ori..persoanele carora tu le dedici o particica din lumea ta..nici nu te baga in seama sau mai rau nu sunt capabile sa te aprecieze la justa ta valoare.....si cum o minune nu tine mai mult de 3 zile...in cazul dragostei mai mult de 3 ani :P..........te trezesti intr o dimineata&lt;strong&gt; frustrata&lt;/strong&gt; (pentru ca inevitabil te intrebi cu ce ai mai gresit de data asta......), &lt;strong&gt;pesimista( &lt;/strong&gt;si iti promiti k data viitoare vei fi mai precauta),&lt;strong&gt;plina de resentimente,...in fine&lt;/strong&gt;...intr-o stare care poate fi cu greu descrisa in cuvinte ....dar care te dezumanizeaza intr-o oarecare masura ,transformandu-te intr-un frumos bibelou inert ,inexpresiv.....si de gheata........pe care nimik nu - l mai atinge.....&lt;br /&gt;Si oare de ce noi fetele ..visam....si culmea....visam asha departe..de ce mai citim acele romane siropoase ?!! De ce nu putem fi si noi mai pragmatice......??!! Dragostea nu mai exista ....si aici fac referire la dragoste in adevaratul sens ...........&lt;br /&gt;Ar mai fi multe lucruri de spus.......pt un 1 articol cred k am spus deja prea mult......Azi spre deosebire de ieri..zambesc....pentru k nu vreau sa fiu altcineva ,,,pentru ca eu sunt minunata( in felul meu:P)..si pentru ca doar atunci cand esti capabil sa daruiesti iubire ....vei primi intr-un final.......&lt;br /&gt;PS:"Cu indiferenta poti strangula un vis/Cu raceala ta poti criogeniza o dorinta/Pentru nepasarea ta mi-as dori sa te sechestrez in mintea mea..Sa te zbati inutil in mrejele incertitudinii/Sa te lupti cu demonii gandurilor negre/Sa te inneci in abisul unor insomnii repetate .Indelung am cautat perfectiunea/Acum nu o mai recunosc/Ciugulesc firmiturile dintr-o mare iubire /Ma intristez inutil si-mi cauterizez golul lasa de singurate".......pentru cei care nu au stiut sa aprecieze un &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fluture&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/840540058548364636-2844159541368962102?l=mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/feeds/2844159541368962102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=840540058548364636&amp;postID=2844159541368962102' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2844159541368962102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/840540058548364636/posts/default/2844159541368962102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle-sabinush.blogspot.com/2007/07/fluturash-nu-mai-ai-aripioaredomnul.html' title='Fluturash nu mai ai aripioare.....domnul Conte ti le -a retezat'/><author><name>Mademoiselle_Sabinush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04735958986465789414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0rSAqaShgCc/RqjLVwwLFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lbGJ4ZpLmto/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
