tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90434464723841664352024-03-13T23:23:51.258-07:00Bianca Galianobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.comBlogger494125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-33046904372961198022013-10-20T10:33:00.002-07:002013-10-20T10:33:50.073-07:00<span class="yml" id="yui_3_3_0_1_1382290360093486">Am si uitat ce-am fost: pieri
din mine totul,<br />Ce-a mai ramas e plânset si sfârseala…</span>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-43540499951755291092013-10-20T09:48:00.003-07:002013-10-20T09:48:31.151-07:00<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>sa mori in fiecare zi strivit de prea mult suflet...</i></span>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-64501624075215595232013-10-20T03:05:00.002-07:002013-10-20T03:05:24.988-07:00<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">"<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don.t make any fuss" </i></span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">bansky</span></span></span></span></span></h5>
biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-71107553198384990242013-10-07T09:27:00.001-07:002013-10-07T09:27:03.645-07:00^ <i>sau poate, stai si salveaza-mi viata..</i> ^biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-6767286671401166802013-09-27T12:58:00.001-07:002013-09-27T12:58:05.004-07:00^are vocatia iubirii^biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-45215609321800896762013-09-27T12:56:00.001-07:002013-09-27T12:56:34.081-07:00Totdeauna vorbim la trecut despre oamenii care nu mai fac parte dn viata noastra, chiar daca ei traiescbiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-86796904352187610162013-09-19T09:40:00.001-07:002013-09-19T09:40:19.960-07:00"avea experienta durerilor neindreptatite.."biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-57881449803657992722013-07-22T15:07:00.001-07:002013-07-22T15:07:32.402-07:00Esti <i>cel mai iubit dintre pamanteni...</i>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-51371619739306038652013-07-18T13:14:00.002-07:002013-07-18T13:14:47.361-07:00am devenit <i>fiecare</i> de cand am fugit din sanul vietii.biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-65611859688541815882013-06-14T06:14:00.002-07:002013-06-14T06:14:20.393-07:00<i>there are two tragedies in life. one is to lose your heart's desire. the other is to gain it.</i> GBSbiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-77610002207777396602013-06-14T06:11:00.001-07:002013-06-14T06:11:08.077-07:00<i>" ne-am pierdut curajul de prea multa singuratate si am uitat sa traim gandind prea multa viata "</i>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-36834936971069107712013-06-14T06:10:00.001-07:002013-06-14T06:10:20.087-07:00<i>dream job or dream girl ?</i>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-85745997441981659332013-05-28T05:35:00.001-07:002013-05-28T05:35:44.380-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coKZOcM_apA/UaSkmVS7lJI/AAAAAAAADAY/oCuxaE2D6qs/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coKZOcM_apA/UaSkmVS7lJI/AAAAAAAADAY/oCuxaE2D6qs/s320/love.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-61393115286738287102013-05-20T14:37:00.002-07:002013-05-20T14:37:18.724-07:00Ploaia - melancolie in dar. E racoare.. sufletul are pielea de gaina si e zgribulit.biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-35628220504284363232013-05-17T11:44:00.004-07:002013-05-17T11:44:50.972-07:00<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">"Oamenilor
mari le plac numerele. Când le vorbiţi de un nou prieten, nu vă
întreabă niciodată ceea ce este cu adevărat important. Nu vă întreabă
niciodată: "Cum sună vocea lui? Ce jocuri îi plac? Colecţionează
fluturi?" Ei vă întreabă: "<i><u><span style="font-weight: normal;">Câţi ani are?</span></u></i> Câţi fraţi are? Cât cântăreşte?
Cât câştigă tatăl său?" <i>Numai atunci ei vor crede că l-au cunoscut</i>."-
Micul Prinț</span></span></h5>
biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-73958031933269790272013-05-14T09:47:00.001-07:002013-05-14T09:49:13.669-07:00<br />
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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> singurǎ de mine . biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-75089224844081536292013-04-21T13:12:00.000-07:002013-04-21T13:34:29.725-07:00"e greu sa respiri printre amintirile altora."biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-69579190000527394682013-03-23T12:45:00.001-07:002013-03-23T12:45:16.616-07:00te rog pe tine umbra sa redevii fiinta :) biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-61025179843287775182013-03-22T10:25:00.004-07:002013-03-22T10:25:47.128-07:00in mine se vorbeste mereu despre tine
<span class="f15" id="versuri" style="white-space: pre;">Unde esti astazi nu stiu.Din gene, ape moarte mi se preling.
</span>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-59181177120884592312012-11-27T13:40:00.002-08:002012-11-27T13:40:56.317-08:00<i>melancolia.un rafinament sufletesc..</i>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-34999808682735260602012-11-07T12:47:00.001-08:002012-11-07T12:48:50.133-08:00<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">Daca te bati, bate-te cu zeii, nu cu valetii...</span></span></span></i></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent"><span style="background-color: #999999;"><span></span></span> </span></span></span></i></span></h5>
biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-44233160342450618132012-11-07T11:26:00.001-08:002012-11-07T11:26:34.288-08:00Prietene, nu eşti mediocru. Sau, dacă eşti, nu interesează. Nu te gândi
la ce au făcut alţii. Gândeşte-te doar că viaţa dumitale este, în felul
ei, un prilej unic. Dacă te-am întrebat la început ce crezi despre
dumneata, n-a fost spre a răspunde: cred bine sau cred rău; ci pentru
a-ţi aminti, în măsura în care am dreptul s-o fac, că trebuie să te
războieşti niţel mai mult cu dumneata; că în dumneata doarme ceva: un om
mai interesant decât bănuiai, sau un creştin mai bun decât o arăţi, sau
poate un erou; în orice caz doarme un om adevărat pur şi simplu. Vezi,
nu-l lăsa să doarmă prea mult. - Constantin Noicabiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-9039402482747328482012-10-09T08:53:00.001-07:002012-10-09T08:53:25.872-07:00n-am judecat, am iubit.biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-6252387892570374492012-10-09T08:20:00.003-07:002012-10-09T08:20:46.596-07:00" Nu voi acuza un prieten in absenta, fara sa il ascult, dar se pare ca nu a fost decat manta de vreme rea. Credeam ca are o inima mare in trupul lui caraghios si plapand.<b><i> Vremurile in care traim sunt atat de ingrozitoare, incat ai nevoie de anumite calitati morale sa fii " a la hauteur " intr-o astfel de drama. "</i></b>biahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679002030464016525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043446472384166435.post-70120010436332637352012-10-01T12:47:00.003-07:002012-10-01T12:47:53.051-07:00<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">"There
are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving,
no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that,
or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don't go
away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough
to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. <i>Someone who
never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever."</i></span></span></h5>
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