tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49166437904945283572011-07-08T02:05:30.974-07:00perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!bruOascahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724148676085904005noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916643790494528357.post-89294422584784606372008-11-28T10:41:00.001-08:002008-11-28T10:41:59.316-08:00Random nice clip<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ0VIqe5nJU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ0VIqe5nJU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />E mai frumos aşa :><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916643790494528357-8929442258478460637?l=raraita17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bruOascahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724148676085904005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916643790494528357.post-42570874107425458992008-10-14T08:44:00.000-07:002008-10-14T09:15:24.638-07:00buy me with a coffee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBe6vkkluZ4/SPTFOTF3y0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qoomeVbtE0M/s1600-h/SANY3309.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBe6vkkluZ4/SPTFOTF3y0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qoomeVbtE0M/s400/SANY3309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043514481953602" border="0" /></a><br />ma uit pe geam: toamna frumoasa. zambesc sau rad? vreau afara. sa fie frunze galbene si rosii si maro si fum de tigara. si noi alergand sau stand la povesti. si soarele chinuindu-se sa ne incalzeasca. si poeti prosti cu poezii triste despre natura moarta. si ocna orbului lui voiculescu. si hasdeul "daramat" cu scarile alea doar ale noastre.<br />pub-uri la marginea orasului si esarfe si balconasul de la etajul 5. melodii "de fete" si blog-uri plictisotoare. cafea de la automat si baia de la 1. pauze prea scurte si duminici prea lungi.<br />poze fara cap si 80 de ani paralizati. frigul din cafenele si "paradis city". paturi rupte si cearceafuri ce ascund iubire. inele din sarma si... si noi.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You can buy me with a coffee</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I'm so cheap...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916643790494528357-4257087410742545899?l=raraita17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bruOascahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724148676085904005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916643790494528357.post-80670710335157846902008-10-03T08:00:00.000-07:002008-10-04T04:23:21.317-07:00she's so naive.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBe6vkkluZ4/SOY-bbAOJiI/AAAAAAAAADg/BukCDUgz0g0/s1600-h/hjyihkuo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBe6vkkluZ4/SOY-bbAOJiI/AAAAAAAAADg/BukCDUgz0g0/s400/hjyihkuo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954656200336930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />toamna. 3 octombrie. isi spune ca ar trebui sa scrie ceva pe blog. pe noul ei blog. sta putin sa se gandeasca daca are ceva de spus. ceva dragut, sau inteligent, sau macar care sa para inteligent. oamenii sunt prostii :)<br />si ea e proasta. asa ca o sa va povestesc eu cate ceva despre ea. well, she's in love. she loves <span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>. and <span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>. and<span style="font-weight: bold;"> R</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>. because he's a <span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>agg.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>. because "she <span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>oves in her own way."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R. </span>because she's her <span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>ainbow.<br />ma uit la ea. citeste ce am scris si zambeste. e atat de linistita. crede ca totul ii aprtine. ii dau o palma peste fata. se opreste din zambit si incepe sa planga. ma fac ca nu o aud. ma iarta si ma ia in brate. zambeste iar. e imbracata frumos. are o fustita gri cumparata cu el dintr-un sh care nu o cumprinde si a ridicat-o sus-sus incat nu i se mai vad buzunarele. peste are o bluza verde cu nasturasi sidefii. ii place verdele. nu are sosete iar degetele ei cu unghii minuscule pe care se mai zareste inca oja de la mare i-au inghetat. inceraca in zadar sa le incalzeasca. se uita la mine. imi zambeste iar. cred ca e fericita. sau cel putin asa pare. tine in mana o carte din care se scurg foile ingalbenite. are ochi frumosi. sunt mari si se inverzesc uneori. ma intreb la ce se gandeste. zambetul ei neclintit ma dezorienteaza. o rog sa nu mai zambeasca. se opreste. parca e mai urata acum. lasa cartea jos, isi baga un deget murdar in gura si inceapa sa-si roada unghia mecanic. ii da sangele. se uita plina de vinovatie la el. il tine in saliva pana se increteste. se uita iar la el. sangerarea s-a oprit. zambeste multumita. incearca sa imi povesteasca ceva. nu o bag in seama. se ridica se pleaca. ma uit dupa ea. imi place sa o privesc. e fascinanta intr-un mod absurd. o iubesc. cum o fac sa vina inapoi?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ohh I'm just a sweet and pretty face </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In such an ugly world </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Something so beautiful. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916643790494528357-8067071033515784690?l=raraita17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bruOascahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724148676085904005noreply@blogger.com0