tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953226209808025642011-12-16T03:34:55.939+02:00A stat cateva ore pana si'a gasit o vena... Dupa ce si'a facut a inchis ochii si a cazut, atat...Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-20289668114218418012008-05-07T20:16:00.011+03:002008-05-07T20:58:39.437+03:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">005 - Happy birthday!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mda. Sa zicem ca mai sunt cam..<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">9 zile</span></strong> si e ziua mea ~ 16? [azi - 7 mai] ..Nici <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">nu</span></strong>-mi vine sa cred. Timpul trece atat de <strong><span style="color:#339999;">repede</span></strong> si totul lasand cate o <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>amprenta</strong></span> asupra ta, indiferent daca vrei sau daca nu. Cine ar fii crezut ca acel <strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">copil</span></strong> mic si vesel va ajunge si la varsta asta, avand o <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">viata</span></strong> in fata si un drum de urmat? Chiar <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">nimeni</span></strong>. Uneori imi spune si mama ca am crescut sub ochii ei si totusi inca ii par schimbata. Si? Inca nu s-a <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">obisnuit</span></strong> cu mine pentru ca sunt o persoana greu de descris si mai ales de <strong><span style="color:#990000;">explorat</span></strong>. Si daca ma gandesc bine..Daca sunt <span style="color:#ccffff;"><strong>persoane</strong></span> care ma stiu bine sunt doar doua. <strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Doua</span></strong> persoane care imi sunt <strong><span style="color:#006600;">tot</span></strong> ce am mai drag pe lume. Eh..Si uite la ce ajungi de la o simpla urare: "<strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">La multi ani</span></strong>!" :)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-2028966811421841801?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-1542250785589584302008-05-07T19:54:00.005+03:002008-05-07T20:53:50.859+03:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>004 - December</em> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Uite ca a venit si<strong><span style="color:#006600;"> decembrie</span></strong>..Ninge..Totul e <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">alb</span></strong>..Frumos si linistit. Dar in spatele lui <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mos Decembrie</span></strong>..ce se ascunde? Pai se ascunde ceea ce numesc eu "<strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">raceala</span></strong>". De ce? Pentru ca de fiecare data..cate un fulg <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">mic</span></strong> de nea isi face culcus prin parul meu, pe <strong><span style="color:#990000;">genele</span></strong> mele si pe maini. Vaai..Draga mea decembrie...Sa stau pe geam..Sa privesc cum <strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">ninge</span></strong> si sa mi se intipareasca un <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">zambet</span></strong>...Sau sa aleg un ceai fierbinte cu biscuiti, si sa stau la taifas<span style="color:#6633ff;"> </span>cu mama? Totusi..Prefer sa stau la <strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">vorba</span></strong> cu mama.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-154225078558958430?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-53378817871695850002008-05-07T19:52:00.006+03:002008-05-07T20:59:08.161+03:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>003 - Maybe..</em> </span></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Si totusi..Daca as fii schimbat<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> totul</span></strong> de la inceput? Daca m'as fii schimbat pe <strong><span style="color:#009900;">mine</span></strong>...Si mi-a zis.. "A fost doar o <strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">gluma</span></strong>?" [....]<br />"Spune.."<br />"<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Nu</span></strong> pot"<br />"De ce? E adevarat?"<br />Si am <strong><span style="color:#993300;">plecat</span></strong>...De ce sa mai stau? Si sa aud <strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">aceleasi</span></strong> vorbe in fiecare zi.Adevarul <strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">doare</span></strong>...Si doare mai tare decat as <strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">minte</span></strong>. Asa ca mai bine mint. Nu pot. De ce? Aici vinea partea a <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">doua</span></strong>.. "Ai de gand sa te tot <strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">ascunzi</span></strong>?"<br />"Pai..."<br />"<strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Ochii</span></strong> te dau de gol.."<br />Oare?</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-5337881787169585000?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-83514645243627335362007-11-02T23:14:00.001+02:002008-05-07T20:59:58.942+03:00<div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><i>002 - Why?<br /><div align="left"><br /></div></i><div align="left">Iar am ajuns in <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">momentele</span></strong> in care stau si ma gandesc si sper ca nu am facut inca o greseala. Oare am ales<span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong> calea</strong></span> cea buna? Nu cumva am frant iar o<strong> </strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>inima</strong></span>? Am ranit iar un suflet? Pff..Cine mai stie ce'i bine si ce nu?..Oricum..<br />O sa vad asta in timp. In <strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">prezent</span></strong>, nimic nu poate sa imi dovedeasca daca am gresit ceva. <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Timpul</span></strong> imi va spune apoi ce am gresit si ce nu.<br />Dar, sper ca nu <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">am gresit</span></strong> si ca am facut ceva bine. Poate ca nu a mintit..Poate ca trebuia sa incerc..Dar, de ce am ascultat majoritatea?<br />Aici vine intrebarea <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">de ce</span></strong>? Sunt multe raspunsuri. Si o sa incep cu cel mai <strong><span style="color:#339999;">important</span></strong>: nu il cunosteam foarte bine.<br />Si tocmai de asta eu am <strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">refuzat</span></strong>, si i'am ascultat pe ceilalti, pe care ii cunosc si au vrut sa ma ajute. Astazi este si maine <span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>a fost</strong></span>...<br /><br /><div align="right">The end..<br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-8351464524362733536?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-42869188836741220302007-10-30T22:50:00.005+02:002008-05-07T20:57:38.069+03:00<div align="left"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><i>001 - I hate you!</i><br /></div></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">De ce<strong> </strong><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>eu</strong></span>? Te gandesti ca esti alaturi de toti, le simti lipsa, speri sa fie <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>bine</strong></span> si..Ce primesti? Raspunsul e unu foarte simplu: nimic. Nimic, <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">nimic</span></strong>, nimic. Ei bine, de ce? Pentru ca ai fost prea bun cu ei? Oare trebuia sa fii mai<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">indiferent</span></strong>? Aici apare un sir de intrebari..De ce nimic? De ce eu? De ce sa<span style="color:#cc0000;"> <strong>nu</strong></span> fiu eu? De ce atatea intrebari? De ce <span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>ar fii</strong> </span>trebuit?<br />De ce am fost prea bun? De ce ei?<br />Intrebari fara raspuns..Tot ce a fost e sa trag niste <span style="color:#339999;"><strong>concluzii</strong></span>.<br />Adica: daca esti indiferent <strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">nu ai</span></strong> parte de nimic. Toti din jurul tau par<br />a fii '<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">super prieteni</span></strong>' si vor sa te schimbe inapoi. Si<br />daca esti prea bun<span style="color:#ff0000;"> <strong>toti</strong></span> vor sa fii mai indiferent..Si pana la urma ce e de facut?<br />...<br />Nimic.<br />Eu cred ca tot ce trebuie sa faci e sa ai<strong> </strong><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>incredere</strong></span> in tine, si sa fii sigur de ceea ce faci..As<br />mai completa cu sa nu ai incredere<br />in nimeni,dar ma <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">abtin</span></strong>..Uneori aici am dreptate, alteori nu..<br />Asa ca mai bine va urez doar noapte buna si<br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>ganditi'va</strong></span> bine inainte de a face ceva..</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-4286918883674122030?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395322620980802564.post-91848810779191523512007-10-30T00:10:00.003+02:002008-05-07T20:54:23.886+03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><i>000 - The new beginning</i><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Nu m’am gandit<span style="color:#ffff00;"> <strong>niciodata</strong></span> despre ce se poate intampla. Daca pot sa’mi schimb viata sau, macar sa ma schimb pe<strong> </strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>mine</strong></span>. Se spune ca perfectul <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>nu</strong></span> exista. Ei bine, daca vrei,<span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">exista</span></strong><strong>.</strong> Dar perfectul este <strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">fals</span></strong>, si mi’am dat seama de prea multe ori. Si cel mai recent<strong> </strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>a fost</strong></span> acum cateva zile..Defapt, care<strong> </strong><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">zile</span></strong>?! Sunt <strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">deja</span></strong> luni..Luni care au trecut mai<strong> </strong><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">repede</span></strong> decat cateva ore. Ore pe care nu vreau sa le mai <strong><span style="color:#009900;">retraiesc</span></strong>. Oare si’a dat cineva seama cat am tinut la <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">EL</span></strong>? Sau a fost doar<strong> <span style="color:#ffcc99;">o luna</span></strong> de vara, care a trecut.. Si a trecut zburand cu tot <strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sentimente</span></strong>, amintiri si multe, chiar prea multe regrete. Ei bine, de’abia de acum <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">a inceput</span></strong> viata mea. Adevarata viata: cu <span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>nimeni</strong></span> langa tine.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/395322620980802564-9184881077919152351?l=another-nobody.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391172670065388717noreply@blogger.com0