tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36354551170203918312011-11-04T16:01:59.187+02:00private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-2464966011667119172011-08-09T22:55:00.002+03:002011-08-09T22:59:24.890+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsR5GoRLd1o/TkGRHf-SA3I/AAAAAAAAASc/NBK_cgEZWiQ/s1600/2%2Bfluturi_filtered.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsR5GoRLd1o/TkGRHf-SA3I/AAAAAAAAASc/NBK_cgEZWiQ/s400/2%2Bfluturi_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638947766472409970" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vreau sa imi ploua cu dantela neagra,</span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Din coltul viselor patate,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si sa te gust ca pe o rosie fraga,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sa ma patez cu rosul tau la noapte.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O,tu, pacat cu ochi de zana buna,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hai musca-ma de gat sa-ti simt buzele moi,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imbraca-ma-n dorinta ta nebuna,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dezbraca-ne de tot, pe amandoi.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ciupeste-mi sarutul cu o mangaiere,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strecoara-ti mana fara de rusine,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iar sanii tai…precum coaptele mere,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lasa-i sa-i simt cum stau pe mine.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lipeste-ti sfarcul tau de buza mea de sus,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si lasa-ma sa ti-l gadil tresarirea,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Priveste-ma in ochi si da-mi raspuns,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Esti umeda si umeda iti e privirea…</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iti simt focul din trup, in tine ard usor,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cu noi sa arda in pacate asternuturi,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Simtim in noi al indecentei zbor,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunt fantezii ce zboara ca si fluturi.</span> <br /></div> <br /> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Versuri: Catana Cristian-Alexandru</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-246496601166711917?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-87739247634058361802011-04-01T18:53:00.003+03:002011-04-01T18:59:52.022+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJHxTOJBQw/TZX2Eq17I-I/AAAAAAAAARw/HuXtbnyf57c/s1600/adRevistab.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJHxTOJBQw/TZX2Eq17I-I/AAAAAAAAARw/HuXtbnyf57c/s400/adRevistab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590645072530711522" border="0" /></a><br />Va anunt ca Ma puteti gasi aici : <a href="http://clipe-hoinare.blogspot.com/">BLOGUL PERSONAL DE CALATORII - CLIPE-HOINARE</a> .<br /><br />Descopera alaturi de mine, Romania Clipelor Hoinare.<br /><br />Desemenea puteti gasi<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> povestea clipelor hoinare si pe Facebook</span> , <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Clipe.hoinare">CLIPE HOINARE PE FACEBOOK</a> . Va astept !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8773924763405836180?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-85538926368477202042010-11-26T09:41:00.007+02:002011-04-01T19:13:12.886+03:00Doresc sa va anunt ca <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">JURNALUL UNUI ATRAGATOR</span></span> se va <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">RELUA</span></span> pe pagina personala de <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span></span> :<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/christian.alexandru">http://www.facebook.com/christian.alexandru</a> .<br /><br /></span>Incepand de astazi se vor posta filele scrise pe acest blog pana voi ajunge la zi cu postarile si vom continua ce am inceput.<br /><br />Iar pentru cei ce ma vor urmari in continuare.... multumesc pt interes si pt cei ce m-au urmarit...iarasi, multumesc pt interes. Cu totii... niste atrasi interesati si interesanti.<br /><br />Iar dc nu aveti pagini personale de FB... cine n-are Fb nu Atrage !<br /><br />Ne vedem acolo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8553892636847720204?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-48266773040400945362010-10-18T22:55:00.000+03:002010-10-18T22:55:12.634+03:00<object style="background-image: url(&quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YN8njGQLbsc/hqdefault.jpg&quot;);" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YN8njGQLbsc?fs=1&amp;hl=ro_RO"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YN8njGQLbsc?fs=1&amp;hl=ro_RO" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4826677304040094536?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-89598336407587742352010-10-09T11:11:00.006+03:002011-04-01T19:14:58.224+03:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Cad frunzele dintr-un stejar...</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ca zilele din calendar...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Se duce gandul meu hoinar,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">In zbor - ce vultur solitar,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Iubito, fosneste-mi ceva,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">E toamna iar....</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Mi-e frig si te iubesc brumat,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ca zaharul pe noi pudrat,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">De un octombrie-nfrigurat,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Tu inveleste-ma cu un sarut,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Si canta-mi-l pe buze,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Sa-l ascult...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ce vant danseaza printre noi,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Si spectatori, stropii de ploi,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Aplauda-n perechi,<span style=""> </span>si-apoi...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Se duc spre munti, doi cate doi,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ei se iubesc ca simple ploi,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Noi ne iubim... ca simplii noi .</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Ce rece e iarba pe care adormim,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ce cald e cuvantul, cand ne vorbim,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Trec toamne ...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Noi ne iubim,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Trec ierni,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Noi ne iubim...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Trec anii,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Noi ne iubim,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Trec toate,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Noi stim sa fim,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Intaii toamnei indragostiti,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ce si azi ne iubim ,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Mandri de noi,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Ca reusim!</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"> Versuri : Catana Cristian<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8959833640758774235?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-6899441201758902052010-10-01T17:23:00.005+03:002010-10-01T17:30:32.957+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TKXvovwoRhI/AAAAAAAAARY/7oTskBn2Ka4/s1600/valuri+caraiman_filtered.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TKXvovwoRhI/AAAAAAAAARY/7oTskBn2Ka4/s400/valuri+caraiman_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523084001334019602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;">Am vrut sa pictez in minte, culoarea vie a florilor,<br />Am vrut sa zbor ca gandul spre lumea mare-a zarilor,<br />Am vrut s-adorm cu frunzele, fosnind a toamna grea,<br />Am vrut sa-ti scriu un cantec. Si sa ti-l pot canta.<br /><br />Am vrut sa sui pe creste, purtand zapezi trecute,<br />Am vrut sa cant, iar muntii... de mine sa asculte,<br />Am vrut s-adormi cuminte, visand chitara mea,<br />Am vrut sa-ti scriu un cantec. Si sa ti-l pot canta.<br /><br />Am vrut sa urc cu o privire, cararea-mi adorata,<br />Am vrut s-o stiu mereu aceeasi, si s-o mai urc o data,<br />Am vrut sa vina o iarna-n doi, caci iarna esti a mea,<br />Am vrut sa-ti scriu acest cantec. Si-acum ti-l pot canta...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-689944120175890205?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-17854373183541104862010-07-02T09:14:00.006+03:002010-07-02T09:36:12.494+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TC2IDqSX3rI/AAAAAAAAARI/VYqrz-zvL5Y/s1600/te+plac+3.jpg"> <br /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TC2HawJjFOI/AAAAAAAAARA/nBhktC6Y-kY/s1600/te+plac+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TC2HawJjFOI/AAAAAAAAARA/nBhktC6Y-kY/s400/te+plac+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489192414505800930" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau de tine? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span></span></b><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" >Ţine de azi, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span>De ieri, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span></span></b><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Ţine de zile? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Te plac … <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ce-nseamnă să te plac, Copile? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de raţiune? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de simţire? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de-ntuneric, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau de strălucire? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Te plac … <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ce-nseamnă să te plac, Copile ? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de complexitate, <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau de simplitate ? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de vorbe ?<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>De versuri, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>De înţelesuri? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau ţine de fapte? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Te plac …<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ce-nseamnă să te plac , Copile? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de alint,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau de mângâieri? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de ce simt? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de păreri? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de confuzii? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de iluzii? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de ce vreau? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de ce vrei? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine de ce vrem? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau ce ne dorim<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau că ne dorim<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau cum ne dorim,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span></span></b><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" >Si cat ne dorim… <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine că simţim? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span>Sau că ne minţim? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine şi-atunci,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="IT" ><span style=""> </span></span></b><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Când ne fâstâcim? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" >Te plac ... <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ce-nseamna să te plac, Copile? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Înseamnă că e rău ? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Înseamnă că e bine ? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Înseamnă că ar ţine,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>De mine… doar de mine, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Iar dacă tu…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Sau dacă nu… <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine … <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Ţine-atât minte că mă-mpac, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Cu gandul că eu te-am plăcut, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Fără să ţin cont…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span>Că ţin şi azi, să te mai plac !<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"> <br /><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><o:p> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><o:p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Versuri : Catana Cristian-Alexandru</span></o:p></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: right;"><b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="PT-BR" ><span style=""> </span></span></b><b><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">23.07.10 – 23.40</span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TC2IDqSX3rI/AAAAAAAAARI/VYqrz-zvL5Y/s1600/te+plac+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/TC2IDqSX3rI/AAAAAAAAARI/VYqrz-zvL5Y/s400/te+plac+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489193117306838706" border="0" /></a> <br /><b><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-1785437318354110486?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-62009476137028634402010-03-09T10:41:00.002+02:002010-03-09T10:44:28.720+02:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">ATRAGATORUL VA RECOMANDA !<br /><br /></span><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmwxNcb6Cbk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmwxNcb6Cbk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />AUTOR : CATANA CRISTIAN-ALEXANDRU !</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-6200947613702863440?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-15219516659421289172009-12-10T01:52:00.006+02:002009-12-10T02:31:10.723+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SyA4SEM3V2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/56O7cv-36vM/s1600-h/2928992699_440610cc39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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N-am mai avut aceasta traire de cand mi s-a rupt perechea de boxeri preferati. Mi se agatasera in caninii fostei...</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Ma simt pacalit. E la fel ca sexul cu prezervativ.... Eu sunt sexul, Ioana e prezervativul, si de fapt, simteam ceva fals, artificial...dar, poate pentru ea a fost o siguranta. M-a lasat asa...mi-a dat drumu'...</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Ma intorc acasa. Trebuie sa ma reinventez. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Atragatorul revine !</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Degetele incep sa pipaie tastele telefonului in cautarea unei bucati. Am nevoie de o ea. Sa fie ieftina, cu buzele rujate intr-o indecentza stridenta si mova , <span style=""> </span>sa geama polifonic , sa bag in ea dorinta-mi avida de a ma simti armasaro-barbat si ea sa scoata strigatul ca „Da – am fost... un cal de cursa lunga”... <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Apoi, iapa isi va ridica chilotii si pasii ei galopand, se vor indrepta spre usa. Va pleca spre prietenele ei, rumegandu-si guma mentolata, ascunzandu-si astfel, aroma carnii mele. Si-n aceasta rumegare , scotandu-si urmele iubirii dintre masele, gandeste :”<span style="font-style: italic;">Daca m-a sunat, sigur simte ceva pentru mine...</span>”. </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Si are dreptate! Am simtit doi sani umplandu-mi palmele, doua sfarcuri lovindu-mi buzele, asteptand sa fie linse... si niste pulpe ...ceva mai savuroase decat cele de la KFC. </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Iar ea...s-a ales cu sosul...</p> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-1521951665942128917?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-41320341664311207202009-09-26T13:16:00.004+03:002009-09-26T13:42:03.242+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sr3p_b4HFdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wUIRBxSBgXc/s1600-h/528652_waiting_with_roses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sr3p_b4HFdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wUIRBxSBgXc/s400/528652_waiting_with_roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385718005429114322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 11 </span></span><br /><br />Ioana îşi târăşte paşii spre bucătărie. Ciorapii ei flausati şi roz îmi freacă podeaua îmbibată în gemetele din trecut. Incoerenta gândurilor mele mă sperie. O să-i respir Ioanei, în faţă, nişte cuvinte bâlbâie, far’ de noimă. Starea aceasta nu îmi este deloc comodă. Până acum, mă bazam pe partea de jos mai mult. Regret că-n unele momente nu mi se scoală şi mintea.<br /><br />Printre dinţii care altadata ciupeau sfârcuri jucăuşe, acum ies cuvinte care vor să contureze o trăire. O trăire pe care mi-am permis-o de când mi-am închipuit-o pe Ioana altfel. Pas cu pas, cum ai înşira rufele pe-o sârmă, cuvintele mele se leagă formând idei. Ioana le prinde frumos în cârligele minţii. Acum atârnă în gândirea ei. Sper că nu le va ignora, lăsându-le să se usuce.<br /><br />Ioana este uimită. Rufele gândirii mele nu-s murdare ca şi până acum. Înălbitorul venit din adâncul simţirii mele pare s-o surprindă. Gândurile-mi sunt albe şi pure. Şi fără clor, fără Ace, ¦doar din inimă, iar ţesătura gândurilor mele nu este afectata.<br /><br />Asemenea gospodinelor mulţumite de noul detergent, Ioana mă îmbrăţişează. Hm, mă gândesc dacă o să mă recomande şi prietenelor.<br /><br />Ioana pare că a înţeles că prin cuvinte am definit ceea ce ce simt pentru ea. Ioana, de acum, are încredere că atrăgătorul este doar personajul rânjind din pozele inramate si atât. Sau asta mi-a lăsat Ioana să înţeleg. Mi-am pus toată încrederea în sărutul ei, îmbibat în lacrimile sincerităţii. Sper să fii fost lacrimi. Nasul nu părea să-i curga.<br /><br />În cele din urmă, luându-şi banii de la mine, Ioana se îndreaptă spre casa bunicii ei, pentru a ajuta-o cu suma promisă.<br /><br />Noi am fixat că ne vom revedea ziua următoare, pentru a lua prânzul în oraş. Primul nostru prânz de când suntem împreună.<br /><br />Orele au trecut cu repeziciune. Toată noaptea m-am gândit la Ioana şi la mine. Este prima şi singura fată care m-a făcut să mă simt nesigur în a alege cuvintele. Nesiguranţa venea din frica nepotrivirii lor. Doream atât de mult ca ea să înţeleagă ceea ce simt. Se pare că a înţeles chiar şi din cuvintele-mi emotive.<br /><br />Am ajuns cu 30 de minute mai devreme. Eram nerăbdător s-o revăd pe Ioana. Minutele trec. Par să fii trecut mai mult de 30. Gândesc că Ioana a pierdut destul timp în alegerea culorilor care-i vor acoperi micile imperfecţiuni. Dar, totusi, dureaza cam mult. Devin agitat, neliniştit . Agitaţia mă freacă pe interior. Simt că devin acel penibil clasic de care râdeam în trecut. Acel bou aşteptând degeaba lângă un stâlp, cu un trandafir în mână. Acel bou privind spre unele fete, gandind că asta trebuie să fie a lui, şi apoi, bătând nervos din picior . Degeaba. Nu era ea. Ea nu mai venea. Acel bou, care se fereşte de câinii care-şi fac nevoile lângă acel stâlp. Boul asteptand devenise una cu stâlpul. Ţeapăn, fix, tâmp...rece.<br /><br />Îmi caut un şerveţel să-mi şterg pantalonii. Un câine m-a crezut stâlp. Nu-i nimic.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Şi alţi atrăgători m-ar fi crezut la fel.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4132034166431120720?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-10506695890653218592009-08-28T01:30:00.006+03:002009-08-28T01:44:09.887+03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fila 10</span> <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Ckami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" 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{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Imaginea cu Ioana in fata mea, purtandu-mi camasa nespalata si sifonata imi pare surprinzatoare. As putea spune ca imi este mai comod asa, insa, nu pot sa nu-i<span style=""> </span>observ mimica. Este asemenea mielului din zilele pascale, privind nedumerit…dar, parca, cunoscandu-si soarta. La fel si Ioana…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Este una din putinele situatii cand nu-mi doream ca timpul sa bifeze etape, care sa se stinga prin asternuturi.<span style=""> </span>Dar, Ioana vroia asta. Ioana acum este ca o bucata de carne. O bucata de carne scosa la vanzare, foarte ieftina si asteptand sa fie mancata. <span style=""> </span>Iar eu…eu sunt eterna fata dinspre cersinda spre salivanda, comuna vesnicilor pofticiosi.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">Astepti vreo invitatie speciala ?</span> intreaba Ioana…</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Ioana…eu…nu as putea nega ca nu vreau asta…doar ca…intentionam sa discutam, cum, probabil n-am facut-o pana acum…</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Aaa. Sa inteleg ca acum vrei cu preludiu si altele…?</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Ioana…Vorbesc serios. Si-n plus de asta , puti.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Poftim?</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Ma rog, nu…tu. Camasa . Ma <span style=""> </span>enervezi. Ioana, te rog…imbraca-te si te astept sa vorbim in bucatarie.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Deja mi-am dat drumul…</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Ce ai facut???</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Ioana, lasa-ma sa termin… mi-am dat drumul la cuvinte fara sa gandesc….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Pasii Ioanei se intorc in baie. In urma ei persista mirosul…</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Trebuie sa vorbesc cu ea. Sa-i spun ca o vreau la modul serios. Ea trebuie sa inteleaga asta. Eu tre sa fiu convingator. Trebuie sa fie ea bucata ce-i lipsea vietii mele de atragator. <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pana acum in Ioana am bagat niste degete, o limba si un organ. E timpul sa bag si sentimente...</span> <br /></p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-1050669589065321859?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-23165082940865839042009-07-30T15:37:00.004+03:002009-07-30T17:00:04.312+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SnGVOLggZmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/W0KHcmoo3eY/s1600-h/masturbare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SnGVOLggZmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/W0KHcmoo3eY/s400/masturbare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364232702014809698" /></a><br /><br />Fila 3<br /><br />Virginitatea m-a facut sa ma urasc pe mine. Sa-mi urasc conditia de virgin. Este un defect, pe care mi-l port, pe care-l constientizez si care-mi provoaca dureri. Ma doare ca sunt asa, ma doare ca sunt Eu. Am 24 de ani si degeaba. <br /><br />Am bifat pana acum doar aspecte teoretice. Imi inchipui cum as face dragoste din prisma articolelor cu teme despre sex, pe care, le rasfoiesc in dese randuri. Cei care scriu, cei care au probleme si intrebari aferente problemelor lor sunt atat de penibili. Ii citesc si ma amuz. Uneori , uit ca-s la fel de penibil. Dar, spre deosebire de mine, ei au curaj, vor sa schimbe ceva, si cauta modalitati s-o faca. Si eu vreau sa schimb ceva...numai ca nu stiu cum.<br /><br />Unii se mangaie singuri. Se ating si spun ei ca asta le confera satisfactie. Cum e posibil ca o mana si un organ...sa-ti ofere satisfactie? Ori eu sunt inapoiat ori ei au probleme grave...mintale. Repet...au o mana, un organ, isi folsesc imaginatia si ating rezultate . Rezultate, care, dupa spusele lor, iau forma unui lichid. Mi se pare...atat de scarbos...<br /><br />E o chestie destul de ciudata...dar nascatoare de rezultate. Si dupa spusele lor...rezultate optime. Acest fapt ma face sa devin curios. La urma urmei, nu ar parea atat de dificil. Mana am, ce ar trebui pus in mana, am...trebuie doar sa mai citesc despre cum sa ma misc si sa ma las purtat de senzatie. In schimb, sper sa nu vomit. <br /><br />Voi ati incercat? Imi puteti da vreo indicatie? Sau...inainte de a o face, sa scriu la o revista? Ce sa fac s-o fac cat mai corect?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-2316508294086583904?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-35631942100834652642009-07-22T17:48:00.005+03:002009-07-22T23:02:00.922+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SmcrpWLurUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lyPCIdmXsvE/s1600-h/shirt_girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SmcrpWLurUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lyPCIdmXsvE/s400/shirt_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301870737272130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />Fila 9</span><br /><br />Soneria ma face sa ma indrept spre usa. Ioana sosise. Era imbracata in fusta neagra si sacoul de aceeasi culoare. Un asorteu care ma sperie. Ioana parea prea sobra ca sa fie...light.<br /><br />- Buna Ioana.<br />- Buna. Iata ca am ajuns, in cele din urma. Sper ca n-am intarziat.<br />- Ei, stai linistita. Nu conta ca veneai mai devreme sau mai tarziu. Oricum, finalitatea este aceeasi .<br /><br />Ioana surade, trecandu-si degete prin par, asemenea unei greble prin iarba. Zambetul imi amintea de…atunci. De-atunci cand zambea, cand gemea, cand pulpele ei ma cuprindeau, ma strangeau, iar eu…eu ma jucam in ea, cum s-ar juca o lingurita intr-un Mc Flurry siropos…<br /><br />- Ai dreptate. Finalitatea va fi aceeasi iar multumiti vom fi amandoi.<br />- Sper ca nu te grabesti, Ioana. Ti-am pregatit o surpriza. As fi vrut s-o pregatesc si data trecuta, dar plecasei in graba...<br />- Te rog, nu-mi mai aminti de data trecuta. A fost, s-a consumat, am gresit si am invatat ce era de invatat.<br />- Inteleg...<br />- Acum, scuza-ma . Trebuie sa ajung pana la toaleta.<br /><br />Ioana pasea pe covorul moale si verde. Verde? Aproape ca uitasem cum arata covorul meu. Pana acum era acoperit de boxerii mei, de bikini lor, de dresuri, ambalaje de prezervative si altele. ( Macar, apreciati ca ma protejez... ma rog, cand mai beau se mai schimba povestea…dar na, nimeni nu-i perfect). Uneori nu mai aveam prezervative, deloc. Femeile mele erau foarte ofuscate pe acest fapt, nesemnificativ. Dar , din acele clipe mi-am dat eu seama ca gura femeii, pe langa a vorbi la nesfarsit , mai e buna si la altceva. Buna si primitoare... Asta era unul din "jocurile" mele favorite. Ne jucam de-a porno-stomatologul ( jocuri gen piticul porno si eleva porno erau expriate). Imi agatam pacientele, in functie de gura si de buze, prin cluburi, discoteci si chestii de gen. Apoi, limba mea in gura lor era un fel de preselectie. Cele care erau "admise", le programam.( Esential era sa nu muste ). Ele veneau la mine, in functie de programare. Intrau, se asezau, faceau gura mare...iar eu, le controlam...fix in gura.<br /><br />Cu altele ma jucam de-a Papanicolau. Banuiesc ca stiti cum...<br /><br />Ioana iese din baie. Avea pe ea doar o camasa alba. Ii ajungea pana la pulpe. Oare avea chiloti pe dedesubt?<br /><br />Ce ma excita cel mai mult e ca…acea camasa era a mea. Ce ma deranjeaza un pic e...ca era nespalata de 2 saptamani.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Off...Ioana e cam nesimtita...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-3563194210083465264?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-41523209380527081732009-07-21T18:23:00.001+03:002009-07-23T01:35:48.480+03:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIQOozLGw8c&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIQOozLGw8c&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4152320938052708173?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-4880749366993848692009-07-10T16:29:00.011+03:002009-07-14T09:12:48.129+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SldIOiCsH2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gCn07iHzD1E/s1600-h/sad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SldIOiCsH2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gCn07iHzD1E/s400/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829696273948514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Fila 2 </span><br /><br />Dezolant.S-a mai scurs o zi. Asa s-au mai scurs si altele. Ma gandesc ca ieri m-am simtit ridicol. Ma doare ca azi, ma simt la fel. Deja, pentru maine, nu-mi fac probleme, nu o sa am surprize. Imi voi mentine trend-ul. Sunt un sclav...al obisnuintei, al plafonarii, al complexelor...<br /><br />Prietenii mei isi etaleaza cuceririle . Apoi, isi etaleaza victoriile nocturne. Fiecare isi prezinta prietena, iubita, amanta...ca pe un trofeu.<br />Cand vine randul meu... inventez. Le zic si eu ca mai ies cu cate o fata. Ei ma lauda. Sunt mandrii ca-s ca ei. Uneori, ma tachineaza ca nu le dau detalii. Fac pe misteriousul. E mai bine asa. Desi, in sinea mea, sunt ridicol. Un virgin, ridicol, cu dorinta de a parea la fel ca ei – cei normali.<br /><br />Sunt constient ca trebuie sa schimb ceva. E mai mult decat o simpla pierdere a virginitatii. E vorba de comportamentul meu, de felul meu de a fi si de tot ce deriva din mine. Am ajuns sa cred ca am probleme. As merge la un psiholog, dar, ceva ma retine. E vorba de rusine. Mi-e rusine de mine. Cum sa merg la psiholog...ca sa pot sa-mi pierd virginitatea? Ma rog, nu-mi “ofera” el nimic...ca sa mi-o pierd , la modul fizic. Oricum, e ridicol.<br /><br />In anii trecuti nu m-a sufocat atat de mult problema mea. Ma preocupam cu a invata. Asa a trecut perioada liceului, apoi, cea a facultatii, si-n prezent...m-am trezit un absolvent virgin, dar invatat. E si asta o realizare. Acum, in timpul liber, pot spune ca ma gandesc cum sa-mi pierd virginitatea. Ce ridicol...<br /><br />Am nevoie de ajutor. Trebuie sa fiu ca ei !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-488074936699384869?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-81803166396731502262009-07-09T11:55:00.006+03:002009-07-14T09:15:36.037+03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">CE FACE O BLONDA CAND NU REUSESTE SA SCHIMBE POZA DE PE DESKTOP :</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SlWxdinw4EI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9mIZX26ow84/s1600-h/una.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SlWxdinw4EI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9mIZX26ow84/s400/una.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356382452894982210" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8180316639673150226?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-52269548782594901592009-07-06T10:01:00.006+03:002009-07-14T09:19:58.733+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SlGlvpJMRbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TIu1bvXrL18/s1600-h/balc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SlGlvpJMRbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TIu1bvXrL18/s400/balc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243669837071794" border="0" /></a> <br /><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 8</span> <br /><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD">Ce dor mi-a fost de “acasa”. Ce dor mi-a fost de al meu cuib. </span><span style="" lang="FR">Ce dor mi-a fost de spiritul meu de ..."the one". </span><span style="" lang="IT">Asemenea unui vultur, ce se intorcea spre cuibul drag,<span style=""> </span>cu mancare in cioc… Sa lasam comparatia-n voia ei... Chiar eram un vultur, iar ele stateau in cuib, asteptand, ca eu sa le dau in gura … . Ce-mi placea sa le privesc cu gura plina. Apoi, se termina totul ( de obicei, dimineata). Imi multumeau, se stergeau la gura si plecau. Iar eu, zburam spre altele. Doar, eram vultur ...ce pana mea .<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT">Aranjez camera, cat sa fie si mai atragatoare. Dormitorul pare ok, cu exceptia catorva vibratoare straine. Ce ma enerveaza tipele in genul acesta. </span><span style="" lang="FR">Dupa ce m-am bucurat de carnea lor, le-am zis sa plece. E si normal ; Orice carne, cand se raceste, nu mai este tentanta. </span><span style="" lang="IT">Asa si ele...Le explicam, le multumeam, le ziceam sa se stearga la gura, sa faca dus acasa - ca am apometre- , sa-si ia jucariile vibrante si sa plece acasa. Ele plecau. Dar jucariile...? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="FR"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="FR">M-am apucat sa le strang. </span><span style="" lang="IT">Unul dintre vibratoare avea foarte mult ruj. Asta inseamna, ca una din tipe, a insistat cam mult , la o alta gaura...nu?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT">Ies pe geam, sa mi-o racoresc . Este cam tulburata. Multe au trecut prin ea. Ganduri, idei, fantezii, imagini reale, imagini fictive – toate - stranse intr-un noian de perceptii, noian ce statea la locul lui...in ea. Bine ca o am mare, altfel, nu stiu cum ma descurcam. Cred ca multi si ar fi dorit sa aiba asa o...minte . <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT">Privesc in jos si zaresc pasii Ioanei. Se pare ca o insoteau. Vantul isi freaca adierile prin suvitele ei. Rosul rujului isi face de cap pe buzele ei. Fondul de ten ii penetreza micile defecte, asa ca, punctele nerge nu se mai observa. Gandul meu...o violeaza lasciv, suav, gingas...la fel cum te-ar viola un ghiocel, de-a dreptul virgin.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT">Totusi, cel violat ma simt eu. E ceva strain mie, ceva, <span style=""> </span>care se pare ca a patruns in interiorul meu. ( si nu e ghiocelul) . Privind-o pe Ioana, centimetrii nu au crescut. Gandul meu n-a aruncat-o printre asternuturi, sau pe masa din bucatarie, sau pe covorul...neaspirat. Toate ar fi fost fantezii. Dar...caldura ce vine de undeva din stomac, dar...bataile accelerande ale inimii, dar... ochii ce-mi clipesc din ce in ce mai des si mana tremuranda pe care mi-o trec prin par...nu-mi sunt cunoscute. Dar, sunt reale.<span style=""> </span>Sunt stari noi ; Stari rezultate doar din prezenta ei, din faptul ca o zaream.<span style=""> </span>Nu o mai doream pe Ioana...in felul acela. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Acum, o doresc pe Ioana, in felul...acesta.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-5226954878259490159?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-75927916044354848202009-07-03T12:53:00.004+03:002009-07-03T12:57:14.824+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sk3V6EbttRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SPgvXHqYMNo/s1600-h/42-17861419.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sk3V6EbttRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SPgvXHqYMNo/s400/42-17861419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354170725612500242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila - 1 -</span><br /><br />Am 24 ani. Nu am deloc incredere in mine. Dar, totusi, vreau sa ma vand. Vreau sa plac. Vreau sa fiu atragator ; sau, cel putin, sa-ncerc sa par. M-am saturat ca toti sa se uite ciudat spre mine. Sunt un soi de inadaptabil. Ma fastacesc repede. Ma rosesc, ma rusinez, am momente cand ma emotionez, incep sa tremur si ochii mi se umezesc. Unele fete ar putea spune ca-s chestii dragute...dar, la mine, nu-s doar chestii, nu-s dragute. La mine, asta e o stare generala. Sunt marginalizat, sunt aratat cu degetul. Nu am ajuns niciodata la o a doua intalnire cu o fata. Sunt prea usor de citit... In singuratatea mea mi-e usor sa ma exprim. In exterior, e alta poveste. Ma simt o victima , de fapt, sunt o victima. Eu , singur, m-am facut asa. Ceilalti nu fac decat sa ma recunoasca, sa vada ce eu las sa se vada. Si asta ma doare. Sunt virgin si vreau sa ma vand ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-7592791604435484820?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-15697842810586431602009-06-25T16:14:00.008+03:002009-06-25T18:25:03.367+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SkN-ShH5bnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sdeTckRD4IM/s1600-h/20464944_PEDOFIL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SkN-ShH5bnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/sdeTckRD4IM/s400/20464944_PEDOFIL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351259638840520306" border="0" /></a> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:1795906919; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:12746438 2078565510 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-start-at:0; mso-level-number-format:bullet; mso-level-text:-; mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-.25in; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} ol {margin-bottom:0in;} ul {margin-bottom:0in;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fila 7</span> <br /><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Astazi ma externeaza astia. In sfarsit, o veste buna. Atat pentru mine, cat si pentru nesatisfacutele care ma asteapta. Cat am stat in spital numai la ele m-am gandit. La urma urmei, asa a fost si viata mea pana acum. In 30%<span style=""> </span>din timp imi aminteam cum era cand faceam sex, iar in 70%...faceam. Pana sa fiu in spital raportul era de 1% la 99%. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""> <br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Au fost zile in care m-am simtit foarte singur. Priveam in jur cum toti primeau vizite…si eu, nimic. Solitudinea facea sex cu gandurile mele. Si, de fiecare data, gandurile se simteau violate... </b><b style=""><span style="" lang="FR">Ar fi fost atat de placut sa ma viziteze fapturile feminine, ieftine, pe care le cunosc de mic. Dar, ma gandesc ca era imposibil. Spitalul nu era atat de incapator…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Am primit fisa de externare. In cateva clipe voi pasi spre lumea mea. <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Pe culoarul spitalului o vad pe Ioana. Venea spre mine. Era asemenea unui...orgasm cu picioare, purtand dresuri dinspre rupte spre sfasiate...si care se apropia din ce in ce mai mult. Sper sa rezist. Mi-a ajuns episodul cu cearceaful...</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">-<span style="font-style: italic;">Buna Ioana. Ce surpriza...placuta.</span><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">-Buna... Am auzit de accident si ma gandeam sa te vizitez. Esti ok? N-a fost nimic grav, nu?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">- Da...sunt ok. Problema este ca au fost niste zile cumplite. M-am simtit atat de singur. Chiar ma gandeam la tine. Mi-ar fi placut foarte mult sa ma vizitezi . Probabil, gandesti ca n-as fi meritat. Recunosc, pe undeva am gresit si eu, Ioana...dar...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="font-style: italic;">- Intelg. Lasa... Nu e locul si momentul oportun sa discutam astea. Am venit cu o alta problema. Bunica mea are nevoie de o suma importanta de bani. Nu am de unde face rost...</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">- Inteleg, Ioana. De aia sunt prietenii...Te ajut cu mare placere. La urma urmei, ma simt dator...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">- Multumesc. Speram sa ma poti ajuta. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">- Stai linistita, Ioana. Vii la mine, diseara, sa-ti dau banii.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">-La tine? Diseara...? <br /></span></b></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="font-style: italic;">- Da. E vreo problema? Oricum, e un loc perfect unde mi-ai putea...multumi...pt ajutor. Doar ai nevoie de bani...nu?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">-<span style="font-style: italic;"> Da... Tre' sa plec acum. Ne vedem diseara...</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ioana a plecat. Ma intorc in camera sa-mi iau la revedere de la pusti.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Intru si il zaresc cu o pustoaica...la vreo 17 ani. Pe vremea mea, fetele de 17 ani se bucurau daca aveau sanii mai mari decat cei ai papusii Barbie. Astazi, nici casa cea roz in care-si indeplinesc fanteziile plastice, Barbie si Ken, nu e asa de mare precum...formele fetei de 17 ani.<span style=""> </span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ma uit pedofilic spre ea si realizez ca am trecut demult de 17...de 17 cetimetri. <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ii salut pe amandoi, mai privesc o data spre pustoaica, si fug grabit la baie, sa fac o....poezie scurta. Pe astea mici, dinspre puritate spre fragezime, cu carnea roz, aparent neatinsa...asa le cuceresti... <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Iau o foaie si incep sa compun. Nu se stie nicidata, cat o s-o impresionez si ma va cauta...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></i></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="IT">E ca si cum Biblia ar avea o interzisa fila,</span></i></strong><b><i style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /><strong>Dar eu as fi un imoral ce vrea a o rasfoi,</strong> <br /><strong>Ma atragi atat de mult ca esti copila,</strong> <br /><strong>Si am cu tine atatea fantezii...</strong> <br /> <br /><strong>Esti pentru mine o aspiratie interzisa,</strong> <br /><strong>O talie ce ma cheama sa ii simt supletea,</strong> <br /><strong>Si simt cum creste in mine dorinta nedescrisa,</strong> <br /><strong>De a avea ce-ai tu mai scump, si-anume , Tineretea.</strong> <br /> <br /><strong>Infaptuindu-mi pacatul, pentru tine ar parea un chin,</strong> <br /><strong>Dar vreau sa-ti fiu o influenta demonica,</strong> <br /><strong>Carnea ta roza, negustata as vrea sa ti-o domin,</strong> <br /><strong>E doar dorinta mea...pedofilica.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></i></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ora 16.05 – In baie<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></p><div> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD">Cu drag, <o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></p><div> </div><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style=""><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Un Atragator</span> ( <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ID de MESS : un_atragator </span>)<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT">Tocmai cand ies din baie, copila parasea camera pustiului. Pasii mei intersecteaza directia ei de mers si ii daruiesc plin de speranta, hartia. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT">Fata priveste mirata, dar, totusi, intinde mana tematoare, se uita cu privirea virgina spre mine, zambeste tentant si ia biletelul... <o:p></o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="IT"><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:7;" > </span></span></span></strong><!--[endif]--><strong><span style="" lang="IT">Este o poezie...sper sa iti placa.<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="IT"><span style=""> <br /></span></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="IT"><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:7;" > </span></span></span></strong><!--[endif]--><strong><span style="" lang="IT">Multumesc...o s-o citesc cu interes. Pacat insa , ca desi esti atragator, ne despart cativa ani buni...</span></strong><strong><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="IT"><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:7;" > </span></span></span></strong><!--[endif]--><strong style="font-style: italic;"><span style="" lang="IT">Da...si cativa centimetri...</span></strong><strong><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="" lang="IT">Pustoaica se inroseste si pleaca. Centimetrii sunt invers proportionali cu fundul ei ce se departeaza. Cu cat se duce mai departe cu atat centimetrii scad... (pana diseara, cand vine Ioana...) .<o:p></o:p></span></strong></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-1569784281058643160?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-33527832931580237802009-06-16T14:02:00.007+03:002009-06-16T14:26:18.424+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sjd9sMWqbCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0UVEnOHm1cA/s1600-h/sygeplejerske_1280x1024.preview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sjd9sMWqbCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0UVEnOHm1cA/s400/sygeplejerske_1280x1024.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347881280709749794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 6</span><br /><br />Mirosul de medicamente nu mi se pare deloc excitant. Langa mine e un pusti dubios. Abia daca vorbeste cu mine. Se uita si ciudat. Asistentele care ma ingrijesc sunt dinspre batrane spre...descompunere. Perfuziile nu-mi inspira deloc miros de votka. Ma simt cam ghinionist...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunt de 3 zile aici si n-am pipait decat 2 tate. Nu erau deloc dezvoltate, nici asa rotunde, nici cu tente de silicon...erau doar tate. Nu sunt obisnuit cu asa ceva. Dar, macar aveau sfarcuri. De plictiseala erau bune si ele. Pacat ca si sfarcurile si tatele...erau ale mele...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Singuratatea asta ma omoara. Lent... . Chiar e groaznic. Aici degeaba esti atragator. Tot ce am atras pana acum e privirea dubioasa a pustiului din clipele-n care ma jucam cu sfarcurile. I-am zis sa nu se mai uite, si-n cazul in care are pofte sa se joace si el, cu ele . Cu ale lui, desigur.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Se deshide usa . Era intuneric si racoare. Pustiul dormea. De mine se apropie o asistenta. Asta pare mai frageda. Spre surprinderea mea e tanara. Se apropie lasciv , imi face semn sa nu ma tem si sa nu scot sunete...sa nu ne auda pustiul. Se apropie de urechea mea si-mi sopteste sa nu pun intrebari tampit, in genul "de ce". </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cu o mana ridica cearceaful, ma apuca cu mana cealalta de pantaloni, ii trage , apoi boxerii urmeaza aceeasi soarta. Asistenta isi deschide halatul. Era atat de...goala si sfarcurile...erau mult mai intersante decat ale mele. Singura asemanare era faptul...ca erau doua. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Asistenta rasufla usurata cand imi vede tezaurul infometat. Se pare ca a scapat fara nicio zgarietura in urma accidentului. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Capul ei se lasa din ce in ce mai jos, pletele ei blonde imi gadila pu...lpa si co...atele. Buzele ei moi, imi descopera tezaurul. Un moment metaforic imi strabate gandirea-mi perversa. E ca si cum blonda frageda, posesoare de sfarcuri, imi prinde-ntre buzele ei carnoase si umede, closca cu puii de aur...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Apoi, aceeasi minte-mi nebuna, isi permite o inversiune perverso-literara, iar, gura blondinei mele, devine insasi closca, ce se juca...pe oua.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- E timpul pentru o noua perfuzie cu glucoza !<br /><br /></span>Usa se deschide si o asistenta batrana cu parul...spre lipsa, se apropie de mine. Idioata m-a trezit. Mmm...aveam un vis placut.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Sper sa-mi schimbe cearceaful. S-a cam udat...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-3352783293158023780?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-89970811519835275222009-06-11T16:12:00.006+03:002009-06-11T16:27:42.215+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SjEFfeVSHpI/AAAAAAAAAME/mrJjPVSdPTs/s1600-h/t_Yahoo_Messenger_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SjEFfeVSHpI/AAAAAAAAAME/mrJjPVSdPTs/s400/t_Yahoo_Messenger_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060270941904530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vreti sa-i transmiteti ceva Atragatorului cat timp este in spital si nu numai???<br /><br />Vreti sa-l descoperiti?<br /><br />Oare e atat de atragator pe cat pare?<br /><br />Acum aveti acesasta ocazie . <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ID-ul </span>lui este</span> : <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">un_atragator@yahoo.com</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">!!! Este STRICT ID-ul PERSONAJULUI !!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Pe acest ID se vor primi notificari aferente noutatilor privind Jurnalul Atragatorului ! Totodata, este o ocazie unica prin care cititorii pot interactiona cu personajul. Promovati acest JURNAL si aceasta IDEE astfel incat sa-l tinem in Viata ! Trimitei linkul la prieteni, astfel incat, sa dam nastere unei comunitati!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Va multumim ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />( Autorul si Atragatorul)</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8997081151983527522?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-41249757986909021662009-06-10T00:54:00.008+03:002009-06-10T01:06:00.346+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Si7aKrb5LLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qJL8x7-PNi8/s1600-h/nurseB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Si7aKrb5LLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qJL8x7-PNi8/s400/nurseB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345449684728622258" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 5 :</span> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ioana iar a tacut. E ignoranta. Ma gandesc ca asta m-a folosit o noapte, si-a scos orgasmul si acum....pa si la gara...</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> Pasii ei se grabeau spre masina. Ochii mei ii urmareau fundul acoperit de toale funerare. E interesant ...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ma duc si eu spre masina mea. Perspective multe n-am . Cred ca ma duc sa mi caut jucaria roscata, pentru o portie de placere. Data trecuta am plecat in graba , parasind cearceafurile sifonate si gemetele sclavei mele... Asa ca, stapanul se va intoarce.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Muzica ma mangaia usor si ma facea sa ma gandesc la ele. Melodia asta imi aminteste de fostele femei, fostele fete, fostele copile, pe care mi le-am insirat prin viata, cum ar insira o gospodina sosetele stoarse pe o sarma. Unele fapturi feminine mi-au fost ca niste sosete dragi. Din cand in cand, le mai incaltam o data...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Brusc, nu se mai aude muzica. Incep sa nu mai ma simt. Sau...ma simt. Nu inteleg nimic. Deschid ochii, vad doua femei in alb. Ma atrag. As vrea sa le ating dar nu pot. Nu-mi simt mainile. Sunt foarte speriat. Ma sperie gandul ca mi-e frica. Hainele mele sunt sfasiate. Capul ma doare. Sangele imi fierbe. Sangele iese din mine... Femeile privesc ingrozite . Oare nu le atrag? Buzele lor carnoase se misca. Cred ca imi zic ceva...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">De ce nu le aud? O intepatura imi rupe realitatea. Ochii imi sunt grei. Momentan, am murit...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="FR"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="FR">Au trecut ore bune pana am deschis ochii din nou. Sunt intins intr-un pat. </span></b><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Langa mine aparate conectate, perfuzii si alte detalii care ma sperie. Nu-s obisnuit cu acest peisaj. Ma simt rau. In dreapta mea un tip ciudat la vreo 22 ani se uita nedumerit. Cu greu articulez cateva cuvinte , intrebandu-l unde sunt.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Baiatul imi explica ca am fost internat, in urma unui accident.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Sunt ingrozit...Sunt singur... Ma doare tot corpul, ma dor gandurile, ma dor cuvintele pe care-as vrea sa le rostesc...dar nu pot. Ma doare sa stiu ca nu pot. Ma doare ca n-am prieteni. Familie nu mai am. Sunt victima faptului ca a fi rebel mi s-a parut o moda. Pe mine cine ma ajuta? Am nevoie de cineva...de cineva drag...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Durerea ma cuprinde iar. Privirea se pierde in umbrele faptelor diverse. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Indur, sufar, plang...Sunt doar un atragator ; Anonim...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4124975798690902166?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-18743642665171474512009-06-04T14:20:00.006+03:002009-06-04T14:41:00.257+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SiexigJpz_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ozNWsGQfj1c/s1600-h/vampiLF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SiexigJpz_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ozNWsGQfj1c/s400/vampiLF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343434689202474994" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fila 4</span><br /><br />Astazi e una din zilele in care ar trebui sa fiu sobru. Imi iau camasa roz , pantalonii negrii, pantofii si merg spre cimitir. La ora 11 este programata inmormantarea lui Marius.<br />Sper sa nu dureze foarte mult pentru ca mai am si alte planuri. Oricum, cimitirul nu este unul din locurile care m-ar atrage. Sper ca nici eu...pe el...<br /><br />Ajungand acolo, privesc spre grupul de tristi purtandu-si la unison asorteul negru si ma simt in plus. Si ei se uita destul de ciudat la mine. Sa fie camasa roz de vina ?<br /><br />Dar ce conteaza, mai importanta este prezenta mea aici. Pasesc incet si ma indrept spre ei. Din cand in cand privesc in jos, cat sa par afectat. De aceasta data, fermoarul este tras....<br /><br />O zaresc pe Ioana si ma duc sa-i vorbesc.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Buna Ioana. Ce faci? Singurica...?</span><br /><br />Ioana se uita scarbita la mine si se departeaza. Avea o fata...dezgustatoare. Albul de pe chipul ei...era ciudat. Era la fel de alba ca Marius... Cred ca azi a uitat sa-si dea cu culori pe la ochi si-n obraji. De fapt, amandoi au uitat ( pe Marius il inteleg...) . Tinuta neagra nu o avantajeaza deloc. Ma uit atent la pantalonii ei cu dunga si ma intristez. Nici macar tanga nu si-a luat...<br /><br />Brusc, privirea imi straluceste. O zaresc pe Otilia. Otilia este sora decedatului. Nu am mai vazut-o de peste 5 ani. A crescut si ea. Si odata cu ea...i-au crescut toate. Si-o data cu toate ale ei...mi-a crescut si mie. Pot spune ca mi-a crescut in locul si momentul nepotrivit.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Buna Otilia !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Buna...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Sincere condoleante. Imi dau seama de tristetea pe care o ai in suflet. Si eu simt la fel. Din momentul in care am aflat aceasta teribila veste...parca o parte din mine s-a rupt. Am incercat sa ajung cat am putut de repede la locul accidenteului...dar eram intr-o delegatie, si practic, mi-a fost imposibil. M-am simtit atat de neputincios. As fi facut orice sa pot schimba ceva. Dar vezi tu Otilia...viata este nedreapta si uneori fura de langa noi, persoanele la care tinem cu adevarat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Asa este. Oricum , este bine ca ai venit. Din cate am inteles erai prietenul cel mai bun al lui Marius.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Da...Imi era ca un frate. Imparteam cu el totul . ( Inclusiv pe Ioana - imi zic eu in gand). Acum... ma simt atat de singur. Nu cred ca voi putea sa ma obisnuiesc cu disparitia sa. Pentru mine..mereu va fi prezent. Cand aveam nevoie de un sfat, de o parere...el era acolo , langa mine, sa ma asculte, sa-mi zica ce si cum sa fac mai bine. Dar acum, Otilia, el nu mai este...Scuza-ma putin...merg sa ma plimb...sunt foarte confuz si afectat...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Nici o problema.</span><br /><br />Ma indepartez de grupul de plangaciosi in cautarea unei toalete ecologice. Adevarul e ca...faceam pe mine si nu stiam cum sa-i spun fetei. Si ca de fiecare data cand avem nevoie de o toaleta ..nu o gasim. Dar, ca orice atragator descucaret, zaresc un loc umbros langa un cavou... E perfect...<br /><br />Acum , e altfel. Ma simt mai lejer. Iau telefonul si-l sun pe Romeo. ( Romeo este un tip cu care mai ies prin cluburi, fost coleg de facultate):<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Salut Romeo !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Salut ma, ce faci? Pe unde mai umbli?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Lasa-ma frate, ca-s la o inmormantare. Il stiai pe Marius , nu?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Da...ce e cu el?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- S-a dus. A avut accident si a mierlit-o. E nasol ma. Se ducea la curve si a murit in drum spre ele.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Da...imi pare rau...ce sa zic...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Lasa ma, faptul e consumat. Dumnezeu sa-L ierte. Bai frate... Are o sora. Cam 24 ani asa. Bai, da e buna rau de tot. Frate, nu stiu cum sa-ti spun eu...dar uitandu-ma la ea , mi s-a facut foame. Trebuie s-o gust neaparat...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Pai ce sa-ti zic ma...succes si sa ai pofta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Ba...hai ca vorbimmai tarziu, ca vad ca pleaca toti...Merg si eu, inapoi...</span><br /><br />Ma intorc. Peste Marius deja s-a pus pamantul. In curand vor creste si flori...<br /><br />La iesirea din cimitir ma intersectez cu Ioana...Era la fel de alba si plansa...<br /><br />-<span style="font-style: italic;"> Auzi Ioana. Te rog, asteapta sa te intreb ceva...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Spune ce e...si lasa-ma in pace !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ioana...vroiam sa te intreb daca dresul ala plasa, de l-am gasit azi dimineata sub pat, e al tau...?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-1874364266517147451?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-48389765160216324282009-06-02T13:29:00.008+03:002009-06-02T18:33:07.187+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SiUBMfZViAI/AAAAAAAAALo/P6pNU9-iPFE/s1600-h/2651295854_dfa6d4dd8f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SiUBMfZViAI/AAAAAAAAALo/P6pNU9-iPFE/s400/2651295854_dfa6d4dd8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342677847042787330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 3</span><br /><br />O noua zi. E timpul sa las in spate amintirile cu cearceafuri parfumate de votka si sa nu-mi reprosez nimic. Prefer sa ma stiu neputincios, cand vine vorba de reprosuri. Ce-as avea sa-mi reprosez cand intr-o lume atat de mare doar eu contez?<br /><br />Ioana imi era prietena. Nu i-am ranit sentimentele cu nimic. Din contra, cred ca i-a placut. Sigur sunt unicul atragator din viata ei, care a avut-o ... Posibil, ca tot eu sa fiu si-al doilea. Probabil, in aceste clipe, ea nu gandeste asa. Sta sub dus, sperand sa se linisteasca si...sa se spele de mine, de parfumul meu, si de orice lichid ce-i amintea de mine... Probabil, ma uraste. Insa, orgasmul ei de aseara era de alta parere. El, in toata splendoarea lui, parea sa-mi multumeasca pentru ca exist, pentru ca l-am scos din ea, pentru ca l-am facut posibil. Am facut o fapta buna: l-am eliberat! Raportandu-ma acum la Ioana, pot spune ca am investit in ea ce era mai bun, si am scos la fel...ce era mai bun ! Iar acum, daca ma gandesc la sentimente...cred ca ea e vinovata ca nu si le-a gestionat. Oricum, Ioana e o fata de treaba. La fel si perchea rosie de tanga pe care o purta...<br /><br />In dimineata asta m-am gandit sa-l sun pe Marius. Sa-i povestesc totul. De fapt, sa fiu sincer, nu ma intereseaza de ce a inselat-o, cu cine, daca e prima oara...sau ce ar avea de gand in continuare. Chiar sunt curios daca Ioana a ajuns si cu el la orgasm. M-a fascinat acest moment de aseara... Cred ca mai vreau...cel putin o data.<br /><br />Am vorbit cu el. Surprinzator, nu s-a suparat. Din contra, mi-a placut faptul ca a inteles perfect totul. La urma urmei suntem barbati. Barbatii bifeaza. Mai ales ca o asteptam de 9 ani...<br /><br />Diseara ma intalnesc cu el. Mergem la tonomate ce ne confera placeri de-o noapte. Sau, poate si mai multe nopti, daca nimerim acelasi colt de strada si aceeasi bucata de carne, de inchiriat.<br />Sper, de aceasta data sa gasesc una mai curata. Acum 2 sapatamani m-am ales cu niste mancarimi dubioase si cu un portofel lipsa.<br /><br />Marius m-a sunat sa-mi spuna ca intarzie. Era deja 23.27. Ma duc inainte...nu-l mai astept. Pana vine el am timp sa rezolv una.<br />Mi-o aleg pe roscata. Nu pare sa stie prea multe. E cam rigida. Probabil, e la debut in de-ale meseriei. Oricum, e norocoasa ca a dat de un atragator. Se vedea pe fata ei ca o atragem ( eu si banii mei). In timpul actiunii...am cam facut-o cu...noduri. Am uitat sa mi opresc telefonul si tot suna. De data aceasta era a 7-a oara. Dau bucata de carne purtandu-si anexa de par roscat de pe mine, imi cer scuze , soptindu-i sa termine singura treaba si ma indrept spre telefon.<br /><br />Ma cautase Marius. Il sun inapoi :<br /><br />- Alo. Ce dracu' ma suni ma? Aveam si eu treaba cu o roscata.<br />- Alo...? Scuza-ma. Ioana sunt...<br />- Aaa. Buna Ioana. Credeam ca e Marius... Ce cauti cu el? Sa nu-mi zici ca dupa nebunia de aseara te-ai intors la el. Sigur era mai bine cu mine...nu? Sau de aia m-ai si sunat...<br />- Esti un prost ! Marius a avut accident. A murit...<br /><br />Ioana mi-a inchis...<br /><br />Mi-am tras pantalonii pe mine, si dau sa ies in graba.<br /><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><a><br /></a></div></div></div>Te mai intorci? M-a intrebat roscata...<br /><br />Sunt singur pe strada. Acum ma incearca multe ganduri. Este deja noapte si liniste. Privirea mea se indreapta in jos. Surad...<br /><br />Imi uitasem fermoarul deschis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4838976516021632428?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-78881983522467771822009-05-29T01:31:00.008+03:002009-05-29T11:00:22.812+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sh8RP3YU-cI/AAAAAAAAALg/9kk4M5-oiMU/s1600-h/Man_w_thong_on_bed_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Sh8RP3YU-cI/AAAAAAAAALg/9kk4M5-oiMU/s400/Man_w_thong_on_bed_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341006647346395586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fila 2</span><br /><br />Incepe o noua zi. Este 27. Imi amintesc ca azi trebuia s-o sun pe “Aia” (“<span style="font-style: italic;">Aia” fiind unul din cele 37 de numere de telefon pe care le-am procurat aseara din club</span>). Ce conteaza...aleg un numar la intamplare...si ii dau beep. Ma gandesc ca din 37 de numere apelate, o nimeresc pe “Aia”. La urma urmei, toate-s la fel. Vreo 6 galeti jumate de apa…cu doua bucati de carne rosie, pe post de buze, si a dracului de gustoasa. (<span style="font-style: italic;">Cand zic 6 galeti de apa ma gandesc ca omul e alcatuit in proportie de 70% din apa</span>) . Acum ma uit ca prostul <span style="font-style: italic;">(atragator</span>) la apeluri. Cine m-a pus sa le salvez “1”, “2”,”3”...”37” ? In fine, o aleg pe a-7-a si ii dau beep. Tre’ sa ma sune ea inapoi...ca na...eu sunt atragatorul.<br /><br />Ma suna. Diseara ies in Mall. Ma duc sa-mi calc camasa roz ...<br /><br />Peste o ora ma vad cu ea. Emotii nu am...Doar sunt atragator, nu?<br /><br />Telefonul iar ma striga. Este Ioana. ( <span style="font-style: italic;">Ioana este o foarte buna prietena de a mea. O stiu de 9 ani. E genul de prietena buna care culmea…e si “buna” dar nu te-ai convins de asta…ca na…sunteti prieteni buni. Prietenul ei e Marius – prieten bun si cu mine( nici de el nu m-am convins)...</span>) .<br /><br />Ioana era foarte suparata. Plangea. Tocmai s-a despartit de Marius. Cred ca a inselat-o. M-a intrebat, daca pot sa ies cu ea, deoarece, nu doreste sa mearga in halul asta acasa, sa o vada ai ei. Brusc, devin om... Imi dau seama prin ce trece. Anulez intalnirea cu “Aia” si ma duc in parc sa ma vad cu Ioana....<br /><br />Ioana era de nerecunoscut. Rimelul scurs era direct proportional cu tristetea crescanda din sufletul ei. Lacrimile...erau doar rezultate. Rezultatele unei relatii de 8 ani...rezultatele a ceea ce inseamna sa iubesti ca o naiva...un ce? Un Bou?<br />O inteleg... Marius s-a purtat ca o “chestie” ce-a imbracat o haina de om, pe care i-a daruit-o un poet alcoolic, si-n plus, in loc de epitete, i-a pus, cica, o minte...de poet, de poet alcoolizat.<br /><br />Am dus-o pe Ioana din parc intr-un bar. M-am gandit ca e bine sa bem. Poate uita, cel putin momentan, de tristete, si , poate, e mai placut gustul de votka decat gustul amar... . Am baut amandoi. Ioana imi canta la ureche, monosilabic...ceva. Era un "ceva" rezultat din votka consumata. Inteleg ca s-a cam ametit...si nu poate merge asa acasa... . O iau la mine...<br /><br />In 27 de minute am ajuns. Deja era tarziu si ne bagam in pat. Ioana incepuse sa rada. Era ca un copil. Ioana incepea sa-mi para placuta. Ioana ma atragea. Devenea tentanta...iar mie...mie mi-era foame. Dar imi era o prietena buna. Nu trebuia sa uit asta. Totusi sunt om, un om...atragator...<br /><br />(...) A doua zi, dimineata, ma trezesc. Langa mine era...doar cearceaful alb, mirosind a votka. Langa el un bilet : “ <span style="font-style: italic;">Esti cea mai josnica persoana! Te-am crezut un prieten adevarat! Am fost proasta, de 2 ori ca m-am increzut in voi, barbatii</span>”.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ma intreb... Oare s-a suparat??</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-7888198352246777182?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-72732200455102040152009-05-27T02:27:00.006+03:002009-05-27T02:35:18.182+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Shx7XyVwtqI/AAAAAAAAALY/Zj6rFVNZsck/s1600-h/lipssexy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/Shx7XyVwtqI/AAAAAAAAALY/Zj6rFVNZsck/s400/lipssexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278906734818978" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fila 1</span></span> <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Sunt atragator. Atrag rele, atrag bune, atrag simpatii, atrag dispute…atrag femei. Si asta, da, ma face atragator.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Ele sunt la orice colt. Eu...eu sunt la orice colt al lor. Ele ma zaresc, se uita la mine...iar eu, ma uit la...colt. Surad, ridic o spranceana cat sa par interesat si interesant si, apoi, imi iau parul din ochi sa-mi poata zari privirea. Da, am ochii verzi si infometati. Asa sunt ochii unui...atragator. Mai ales, cand observa carne...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> <br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT">Pentru mine sarutul cu o ea...nu inseamna mult. Dar imi place sa le simt buzele. Desi, nu sunt asa speciale. Doua bucati de carne...rosie. Insa, buzele celeilalte parca erau altfel. Doua bucati de carne, tot rosie...dar, parca mai gustoasa. Da...tipa de aseara a fost gustoasa. Ne-am gustat o noapte intreaga. O felie, eu...o felie, ea. <span style=""> </span>Cred ca ma considera atragator... Oare...cum o chema?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-va urma-</span></span> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-7273220045510204015?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-21870759135852222532009-05-22T12:40:00.007+03:002009-05-22T13:07:14.010+03:00Saptamana trecuta , la Eurovision, eram placut surprins de evolutia Norvegiei pe scena din Moscova. Cand ti se ofera o sansa, in acel moment, dai tot ce este mai bun din tine si astepti. Baiatul a dat...a asteptat...a obtinut. In proportie de 90% meritele sunt ale lui, nu ale piesei. Baiatul a avut carisma, s-a lasat placut...chiar contagios de placut pot spune...<br />Pentru a va convinge puteti urmari prestatia sa :<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Si acum urmeaza "dar-ul"...<br /><br />Baiatul este la inceput. La fel a fost si Johnny Logan. Din punctul meu de vedere, castigatorul din anii 1980 si 1987 a avut cele mai reprezentative prestatii scenice.<br />Priviti :<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1980 - Johnny Logan - What's another year?</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoUvO4g7Xzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoUvO4g7Xzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si 1987- Johnny Logan - Hold me now</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lJCpKDRVII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lJCpKDRVII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si in final...vine concluzia. Asadar, vom vedea valoarea piesei Fairytale si a interpretului Alexander Rybak cand va fi capabil de asa ceva :<br /><br />2008 - Johnny Logan - Hold me now - stadion Dalymount Park<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8h01lFg1go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8h01lFg1go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Succes bai carismaticule ( care esti) !<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-2187075913585222253?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-77443506248102245682009-05-15T08:29:00.006+03:002009-05-15T08:40:47.517+03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><object width="425" height="344"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Eurovision Song Contest - Moscow 2009- Second Semifinal.<br /><br /><br />Vote Moldavia in the Final !</span><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GF22HWRF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GF22HWRF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-6350751463343536773?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-64657039266262638382009-04-24T17:32:00.003+03:002009-04-24T17:38:07.969+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SfHOOP82WKI/AAAAAAAAABg/XxMHjEVbsuE/s1600-h/macheta_2%25_2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SfHOOP82WKI/AAAAAAAAABg/XxMHjEVbsuE/s400/macheta_2%25_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266578351249570" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sursa </span>: <a href="http://www.salvatidelta.ro">http://www.salvatidelta.ro</a><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSYCGY2WH0w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSYCGY2WH0w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-6465703926626263838?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-49683789621365677732009-04-23T11:09:00.003+03:002009-04-23T11:16:27.122+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SfAjwwDFlKI/AAAAAAAAABY/XKDi55JVdog/s1600-h/thinking-pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SfAjwwDFlKI/AAAAAAAAABY/XKDi55JVdog/s400/thinking-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327797679617840290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mi-am cuparat o sticla de votca,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In seara asta stau in fund...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prefer sa ma inec...profund...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In sticla cea ispititoare,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nevasta mea, atragatoare,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">S-o sorb...pana la fund...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In noapatea asta sper sa am noroc,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sa nu imi puna nimeni dopul,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si sa mi inece brusc norocul,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In noaptea asta beau profund, in fund,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si de-i va opri vreunul sticlei, stropul,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Promit ca eu am sa-l infund...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hoinar cu sticla-mi mana pe pasune,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vad un cioban in zare...o fi Tata,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ii stirg, ii urlu...nimic nu pare a spune,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si brusc imi vine sa-l infund,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dar cad surprinzator...in fund,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ma opresc si cuget, chiar profund,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si realizez: asta nu-i tata,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Asta-i ciobanul...din Fundata.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Si ca sa fac si pe desteptu',</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In profunizea-mi din mijloc de drum,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inchei spunand un Post Scriptum,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"La naiba, mi s-a terminat si sticla,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dar imi iau alta-n...Fundatica".</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-4968378962136567773?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-75410858147525428082009-04-13T22:46:00.004+03:002009-04-13T23:02:43.941+03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SeOZ0a2KbJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dE7VI55ctSc/s1600-h/View2.jpg9cab383e-6ee9-4a13-812b-1a0868f84a63Large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324268310320802962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SeOZ0a2KbJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dE7VI55ctSc/s400/View2.jpg9cab383e-6ee9-4a13-812b-1a0868f84a63Large.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Te uita pe fundul de sticla,<br />Intoarce-o, te uita cum pica,<br />Priveste-o, admir-o, doreste-o,<br />Respinge-o,Recheam-o, operste-o….<br /><br />Gandeste si cheama chemarea,<br />Priveste, zareste si zarea,<br />Rasare, dispare din ceturi,<br />Culoarea prea dulce din greturi.<br /><br />Natura acum moare, natura invie,<br />Lemn de stejar, lemn de sicrie,<br />Zambet duios, de frenezie,<br />Somn linistit, somn de betie...<br /><br />Stari prea tampite, incoerente,<br />Maraton de minute, secunde lente,<br />Sireag de cuvinte, roi neinteles,<br />1400 metri, intinsul ses...<br /><br />Fata Morgana, iluzoriu cioban,<br />Secol inchis in gratii un an,<br />Jumatate familie, mama cu tata,<br />Somn agitat, comuna Fundata.<br /><br />Eu pe-o pasune, pasunea cu mine,<br />Tandem perfect, dueturi de bine,<br />Eu tolanit, ea intins tolanita,<br />Eu fericit...Ea fericita...<br /><br />Pe langa mine oi, pe langa ele Eu,<br />In dreapta lor azi, in stanga mereu,<br />O raza de cerc, o raza de soare,<br />Urca alene, ca sa coboare…<br /><br />Stropii rosii se scurg, aburi ridica,<br />Pulsul naturii, viata-mi complica,<br />Te uita-napoi pe fundul de sticla,<br />Intoarce-o , te uite cum pica….</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-7541085814752542808?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-22114707594089633382009-04-06T23:12:00.008+03:002009-04-06T23:36:13.580+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SdpmYTuvDBI/AAAAAAAAABI/yXwBvO9pX80/s1600-h/sexy_hitchiker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SdpmYTuvDBI/AAAAAAAAABI/yXwBvO9pX80/s400/sexy_hitchiker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321678477490850834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong><br />Sunt atatea doamne,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Ce ne privesc zambind,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Si ma intreb eu, Doamne...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> De ce iubim noi tarfele,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Care iubind...ne mint ?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Servicii ne ofera toata ziua,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Oferte-s chiar si noaptea toata,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Prestari de placeri vreme multa,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Caci prea mult, nu e niciodata!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> In diminetile urmatoare,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Spre locul vostru, voi porniti,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Lasand in apartamente goale,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Niste barbati...cam multumiti.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Postati peisaje ce ne par inedite,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Banalelor trotuare gri de Bucuresti,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Impodobite fiind, de pulpe dezgolite,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Peisaj-preludiu al placerilor trupesti.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Cu banii dati, spre voi, noi vom privi,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Sa admiram al tocurilor sublim mers,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Dar astazi, spre altii voi veti rataci,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Si va vom plange-n rima unui vers.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong>Dar lacrimile acestui vers al nostru,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> L-o duce, poate-un rece vant, pana la voi,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Iar voi...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Citindu-l cu atentie,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Veti plange, poate, dupa noi...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Acum, ochii vostri simt ca ma privesc,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Iar eu, va ador si va urasc,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Prin intermediul acestui vers,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Dar, prin ochii strident rimelati,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Voi va mirati...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> M-ati ascultat,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Va multumesc...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><strong> Acum plecati !</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-2211470759408963338?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-39121301468669902912009-04-03T14:38:00.000+03:002009-04-03T14:54:43.735+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SdX2X23z75I/AAAAAAAAABA/WDoqQqnrv9k/s1600-h/399x189_Flying_Girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/SdX2X23z75I/AAAAAAAAABA/WDoqQqnrv9k/s400/399x189_Flying_Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320429424535138194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Spuneai ca iti doresti sa zbori,</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I<span>ar eu zambeam</span>,</span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Nu intelegeam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Nici nu vroiam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Doar imi spuneam:</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">“<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Doamne, ce copila-mi pari</span>”,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Mai bine-ai face sa cobori,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">In lumea noastra, a celor mari.</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style=""> </b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style=""><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Etapizat imi spuneai multe,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Eu ma-ncrutam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">In alta parte ma gandeam</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Nu realizam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Doar imi spuneam:</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">“<span style="font-style: italic;">Exagerezi si tu copile; in fine...</span>”</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Mai bine altii sa-ti<span style=""> </span>asculte,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Intamplarile vazute-n filme.</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"> </p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style=""><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Imi subliniai ca sunt trairile tale,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Ma plictiseam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Cascam…</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">In gol priveam,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Iar imi spuneam:</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">“<span style="font-style: italic;">Copile, ce cauti tu in fata mea?</span>”</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Dar filmele erau reale,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Ce-mi povesteai e viata ta … .</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style=""><br /></b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style=""> </b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Iti precizez acum ca imi cer scuze,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Oglinda o privesc,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Ma inrosesc,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Simt ca iubesc,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Doresc sa iti soptesc:</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">“<span style="font-style: italic;"> Copile, as vrea sa pot schimba ceva in bine</span>”</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p face="arial" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Si poate ideea o sa te amuze,</b></span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 128); font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="">Dar vreau si eu, sa zbor cu tine !</b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-3912130146866990291?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-71461661387081055882009-03-21T12:38:00.000+02:002009-03-21T12:51:01.568+02:00<p><span><strong>4 ani </strong>, <strong>4 scene</strong>, <strong>4 etape,</strong> <strong>4 trepte parcurse</strong>... toate concentrate intr-un Dans general. Am pasit ca un incepator, ca un copil temator care nu stie sa inoate si merge la prima lectie de a invinge hidrofobia . Si cum nimeni nu s-a nascut un invatat , am avut de acumulat o sumedenie de noi secrete in dorinta noastra de a deveni acel Nr 1.</span></p><p><span> Eu, insa, spre deosebire de voi, n-am urmarit acest lucru...Eu sunt doar ce am vrut sa fiu in ochii vostri! <span style=""> </span></span></p> <p><span>Am dansat, am stiut sa ma bucur de ce este cel mai frumos, am stiut sa ma ridic atunci cand scena,prea lacuita, mi-a facut probleme, am reusit sa ridic capul si sa-mi duc dansul la final. </span></p> <p><span>Chiar si fara o partenera, dansul are farmec... . De multe ori, m-am simtit mai in largul meu valsand cu...optimismul, acel partener...pe care multi il refuza sau il ignora. </span></p> <p><span>Cat de des v-ati scufundat prin crize observand ca nu pasiti inainte, ci inapoi ? Cat de des v-ati crizat cand dupa ce ati ajuns la farmacie, ati observat ca nu exista NUROFEN pt. CRIZE SI DEPRESII? <span style=""> </span>De ce nu luati viata ca un dans, cu doi pasi inainte si unul inapoi? Va este rusine sa recunoasteti ca dansati cu viata ? Va ingrozeste gandul ca viata e o curva ? Pe mine chiar ma bucura, si ma mandresc : Da, Partenera mea e o curva! Una de lux... Oricum nu e prima curva cu care dansez... . Dar, ma rog... pt. a nu va simti jignite, va spun... featuring-uri <span style=""></span>( totusi, vbesc acu’ de colaborari scurte, unele dansuri cu partenere de...o noapte, hai doua,trei... ). Si cum aceste „colaborari” aduc "succesuri", placeri ( orgasme???) s-au extins pe orizonturi medii si lungi de timp...aducand, intr-un final, profitul prognozat. </span></p> <p><span>Si revenind...in evolutia asta, uneori, nu depindem doar de noi insine. Avem nevoie si de alti parteneri de dans. Si Doamne, ce norocos ma simt... Am avut parte de partenere de o incontestabila valoare, atat din generatia mea cat si alte partenere...din juriu, sa le zic asa ...ca de aia am ajs in anul 4...inaintea...dansului de final ! N-au contat atat de mult calitatile dpv tehnic aferente dansului, cat acele aspecte false, teatrale, acele masti, pe care le port cu mandrie pe fata. Si chiar ma falesc cu acest set de masti... purtate de la inceput...masca de cartier, de manelist, de fustangiu, de poet, de increzut, de impertinent, de acel bun samaritean care va intinde o mana pt a va promova si a va face vedete, de a va aduce pe scena...si a va ridica pana cand voi trage cerceaful, pardon...cortina peste...prestatia voastra...neremunerata in Ron sau Euro. ( Si nu...nu simulam orgasme!!! )<br /></span></p> <p><span>Deci, mai dansatorilor si dansatoarelor...capul sus mereu( si nu numai - capul-)... dansati mai mult cu optimismul , decat cu parteneri palpabili... bucurati-va chiar si de pasii inapoi...caci, si ei dau farmec dansului… .</span></p> <p><span>Concluzionand… ma bucur ca am reusit sa particip la…”Dansez pentru ASE” , sa infaptuiesc atatea vise, pe de o parte, si sa spulber tot atatea, pe de alta parte… </span></p> <p><b style=""><span> </span></b></p> <p><b style=""><span>Viata e o curva…ASE-ul e plin de Viata, ador sa trec prin Viata! Pe diploma va scrie : Absolvent ASE ! – Hmm… ce curva ma simt !<br /> </span></b></p><p><em><br /><br /><br /> </em></p><em>Acest Blog este un pamflet si trebuie tratat ca atare. Orice asemanare cu realitatea este pur intamplatoare !</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-7146166138708105588?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635455117020391831.post-83350125219319917662009-03-18T12:51:00.000+02:002009-03-18T13:16:57.627+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/ScDW16LxE1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xo3WeubLCRI/s1600-h/noise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/ScDW16LxE1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xo3WeubLCRI/s320/noise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314483781937206098" border="0" /></a>Linistea se asterne asemenea unei perdele care incearca sa acopere un noian de defecte. In mintea mea gandurile incep sa danseze pe zgomote ciudate, dictate de bataile inimii. Era un sunet sacadat. Pe moment nu parea a ma deranja, dar devenea din ce in ce mai obsesiv. Ma nelinistea…Parca vroiam sa se opreasca; parca vroiam sa dispara aceasta perdea si sa vad lumea de dincolo de ea... o lume pustie, in care singuratatea parea sa-mi fie sora. Sunt derutat…Incep sa privesc spre nicaieri…<br /> E incredibil ce ajunsesem sa-mi impun…un zgomot obsesiv doream sa dispara…Dar, erau bataile inimii. Oare doream sa se opreasca, sau... doar vroiam sa nu mai bata pentru tine ?<br />Tu singura ii dictasei un ton pe care ea il canta parca in isterie. Era ca un refren purtat pe buzele multora ani la randu’. Si chiar avea success… dar un succes ce brusc s-a oprit. Refrenul devenise invechit. Sau doar eu vedeam asta. Imi amintea de tine…<br /><br />Cum pot sa sterg un zgomot ? Cum pot sa-l fac sa dispara?<br /><br /> Ochii mei cautau linistea…Vroiam sa ma arunc in ea…Tacerea infinita vroiam sa-mi devina oceanul in care sa ma scufund. Incep sa pasesc…<br />Brusc observ o perversa stralucire. Ciudat…Pare sa ma atraga. Mi-o doresc… E asemenea unui dulce pacat.<br /><br />E incredibil…eu nu-s asa crestin! Vreau sa pacatuiesc! Vreau sa imbratisez pacatul!<br /><br />Ce se poate intampla ? Eu cred ca ma voi apropia cu pasi tremurand spre linistea mult dorita.<br />Ma asez pe o margine de pat…Privesc din ce in ce mai tentat spre o cutie… Ea imi poate darui calmul pe care mi-l doream.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/ScDYAUqfsDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DmpC6Rcl5fI/s1600-h/404130841_d1bf35a80f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rznVffsK5U/ScDYAUqfsDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DmpC6Rcl5fI/s200/404130841_d1bf35a80f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314485060355731506" border="0" /></a><br /> Gandurile mele se amesteca din ce in ce mai mult. La fel si pastilele roz din cutia descoperita. Intind mana spre cutie…si ma opresc. Zgomotul devenise din ce in ce mai puternic. E o stare insuportabila, o stare care iar mi-a amintit de tine…Dar eu vroiam sa te sterg din mintea mea…Ma doare…Ma doare din ce in ce mai tare gandul ca ai existat… ca ai existat langa mine…<br />Nu mai vreau sa vad in orice floare culoarea buzelor tale trandafirii. E un peisaj frumos, dar care imi face rau…Nu e un peisaj…e o amintire cu peisaje.Ma doare din ce in ce mai tare…<br />Cutia imi poate alina durerea. Incep sa tremur…Incep sa numar pastilele colorate. Ele, in simplitatea lor, devin din ce in ce mai tentante.<br /> Am ajuns sa fiu o fire slaba…Am inchis ochii…Nu vreau sa ma vad. Pastilele incep sa se plimbe prin palma mea.Parca vor sa fuga…Dar eu nu vreau acest lucru, vreau sa le pastrez, sa devina parte din mine. Nu mai e timp de orice alt gand…<br />Inconstient, deschid gura…Pastilele incep sa se plimbe din nou. De aceasta data si au gasit drumul.<br /><br />Le inghit…<br /><br />Eram linistit…Eram victorios…Mi-am infaptuit o dorinta.<br /><br />Imbratisasem pacatul…<br /><br />Incep sa transpir. Stropii reci cad pe perna din stanga mea. Incercam sa-i numar dar nu puteam. Totul devenise atemporal. Incerc sa ma regasesc… caut ceasul prin ceata privirii si disting cu greu o imagine stabila.<br /><br />Era ora 13:13.<br /><br />Am un sentiment placut. Intervine o imagine cunoscuta, o imagine de la inceput. Iarasi, vad o perdea care ma mangaie usor…Ciudat… este o perdea neagra, care se asterne usor, usor pe mine. Zgomotul devenise din ce in ce mai slab.<br /><br />S-a facut liniste.<br /><br />Mi-e frica…nu mai ma aud…vreau sa ma misc… nu pot.<br /><br />Te vad…<br /><br />Ce cauti in fata mea?<br /><br />De ce ma chemi ?<br /><br />Ma ridic…<br />Vreau sa ating amintirea…<br /><br />Am cazut…<br />Acum nu se mai aude nimic. Pana si eu tac…pana si inima mea a tacut…<br /><br />Am invins! Am dat de liniste…<br /><br />Am pierdut…<br /><br />M-a invins Pacatul !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635455117020391831-8335012521931991766?l=private-rayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>private-rayenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16841864259694624111noreply@blogger.com0