<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:35:21.252+03:00</updated><category term='franturi'/><title type='text'>pauza in ganduri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-8950938004910337568</id><published>2008-05-01T16:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:51.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/SBnKo8SvcmI/AAAAAAAAACw/fsK8im7TKBs/s1600-h/96348676_3cb7f3d7e3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/SBnKo8SvcmI/AAAAAAAAACw/fsK8im7TKBs/s320/96348676_3cb7f3d7e3_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195406449876890210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trakitaweb.blogspot.com/2008/01/y-para-ti-que-es-amar.html"&gt;Y para ti... ¿Que es amar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-8950938004910337568?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/8950938004910337568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=8950938004910337568' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/8950938004910337568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/8950938004910337568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-para-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/SBnKo8SvcmI/AAAAAAAAACw/fsK8im7TKBs/s72-c/96348676_3cb7f3d7e3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-5396426991906839000</id><published>2008-02-16T15:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:52.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Risipa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R7byE4iCwPI/AAAAAAAAACo/U8juFSVocws/s1600-h/step-up-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R7byE4iCwPI/AAAAAAAAACo/U8juFSVocws/s320/step-up-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167583788162793714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu au mai ramas decat privirea placida, zambetul amar si cateva franturi de iubire din povestea lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Restul s-a dus. A ars si s-a facut scrum.S-a risipit in univers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poate ca totul a fost doar un vis. Clar a fost un vis pentru ca de fiecare data cand erau impreuna nu mai conta nimic altceva si timpul parca zbura tinandu-i de mana. Despartindu-se de fiecare data, traiau pentru iluzia somnului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sau poate ca nu era vis.. poate era doar o realitate "dureros de dulce", care in cele din urma a avut final pentru ei doi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Degeaba incearca sa-l aduca inapoi-el a plecat definitiv; degeaba cand aude numele sau telefonul sunand suspina-el a uitat-o si degeaba cand aude soneria tresare-el acum suna la alta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Zadarnic totul acum! Pacat doar de juramintele facute si de timpul petrecut impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Au fost doua suflete intr-unul, ce respirau, se hraneau si existau prin iubire. S-au unit de la primul sarut si au inceput a exista unul prin altul.Iubirea era totul si ei se iubeau. Credeau ca pot ajunge sa cucereasca toata lumea doar prin iubirea lor, ca o pot schimba!Vroiau sa ii invete si pe altii despre ce inseamna "DRAGOSTEA".  Ce naivi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Totul s-a destramat... Acum sunt doi straini, doi trecatori izgnoti de propriul amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R7bx14iCwOI/AAAAAAAAACg/aoNSQR7L9L0/s1600-h/tearsnadream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R7bx14iCwOI/AAAAAAAAACg/aoNSQR7L9L0/s320/tearsnadream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167583530464755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-5396426991906839000?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/5396426991906839000/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=5396426991906839000' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5396426991906839000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5396426991906839000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/02/nu-au-mai-ramas-decat-privirea-placida.html' title='Risipa'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R7byE4iCwPI/AAAAAAAAACo/U8juFSVocws/s72-c/step-up-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-4575783678932324039</id><published>2008-01-12T10:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:52.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R4iWoKxf5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/CBrCI7cMgps/s1600-h/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R4iWoKxf5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/CBrCI7cMgps/s320/kissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154535390356431986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    REMEMBER ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(James Horner/Cynthia Weil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Performed by Josh Groban with Tanja Tzarovska)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will still be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your dreams have ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time can be transcended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the one star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That keeps burning so brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the last light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To fade into the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm with you whenever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You tell my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am all I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will still be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am that one voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Remember Me lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the cold wind that whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll hear me call across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as I still can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reach out and touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you will only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Remember me…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will still be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your dreams have ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time can be transcended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-4575783678932324039?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/4575783678932324039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=4575783678932324039' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/4575783678932324039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/4575783678932324039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-me-james-hornercynthia-weil.html' title=''/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R4iWoKxf5HI/AAAAAAAAACI/CBrCI7cMgps/s72-c/kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-2389173235051062230</id><published>2008-01-08T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:52.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R6LawWC_NVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4gHvuTFg1VI/s1600-h/teddylovebypixely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R6LawWC_NVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4gHvuTFg1VI/s320/teddylovebypixely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161928647006696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. We do not possess anything in this world, least of all other people. We only imagine that we do. Our friends, our lovers, our spouses, even our children are not ours; they belong only to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tip from Alison Willcocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-2389173235051062230?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/2389173235051062230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=2389173235051062230' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/2389173235051062230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/2389173235051062230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-love-something-set-it-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R6LawWC_NVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4gHvuTFg1VI/s72-c/teddylovebypixely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-5902167651797793611</id><published>2008-01-05T13:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:53.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R39yuqxf5GI/AAAAAAAAACA/PNiu2RwV0Qg/s1600-h/hihi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R39yuqxf5GI/AAAAAAAAACA/PNiu2RwV0Qg/s320/hihi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151962644816585826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Dupa o noapte furtunoasa, azi m-am trezit linistita... Am stat si am analizat ca nu am motive sa fiu trista, sa iau totul ca pe o infrangere, ci dimpotriva. A fost un pas inainte. Sunt cu un pas inaintea multora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Am realizat ca am motive sa fiu fericita. Am alaturi familia, singurele persoane carora le pasa cu adevarat, prietenii pe care ma pot baza si mai presus de toate, sunt Eu in fiecare clipa, chiar daca unora nu le convine. Sunt eu, cea cu bune si cu rele, cea cu greseli si lucruri corecte, cea care plange, cea care rade, cea care invatza, cea care pierde, cea care castiga, cea care injura, cea care spera, cea care viseaza. Poate ca nu sunt pe placul multora, poate ca unii au avut de invatat de la mine, de castigat sau de pierdut, dar eu ma simt bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Noi ma voi mai plange ca nu sunt iubita de cine vreau eu, sau mai ales, cum vreau eu. Poate ca a fost si vina mea, sau paote e numai vina sortii, sau.. poate am gresit persoana. Poate nu e EL cel care trebuie. Intr-o zi "poate" va aparea si cel sortit mie.. si va fi ok, daca nu.. tu pierzi "dragule" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Comic Sans MS; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Am inteles ca pot mai mult. O sa citesc mai mult, o sa scriu mai mult, o sa intru la Jurnalism si Psihologie, o sa realizez itinerariul mult visat, o sa invatz sa dansez, o sa fiu alaturi de ea (stie singura cine) sa o ajut, o sa ascult muzica cat voi trai. Si toate astea ptr ca pot. Mda.. stiu ca o persoana, daca va citi, o sa zica toate cu "o sa", toate sunt vise. Da, sunt vise ce vor deveni realitate, insa nu iti pot spune "vei vedea tu", pentru ca nu stiu daca vei avea ocazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Imi iubesc parintii, cu partile bune si rele, prietenii, rivalii, camera, adidasii, agenda, muzica, vinul fiert cu scortisoara, lumanarile,ursul, ciocolata, cartile, visele, somnul, frigul, zapada, cafeaua cu frisca, Bounty si.. si .. Multe altele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-5902167651797793611?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/5902167651797793611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=5902167651797793611' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5902167651797793611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5902167651797793611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R39yuqxf5GI/AAAAAAAAACA/PNiu2RwV0Qg/s72-c/hihi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-3608399763690748568</id><published>2008-01-02T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:11:21.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatorile..mascatilor!</title><content type='html'>Decembrie e luna cadourilor.Decembrie este  perioada din an in care sunt cele mai multe sarbatori, perioada in care incercam sa fim mai buni. Cum? Afisand un zambet larg pe buze vanzatoarei care se misca in reluare desi e coada la casa, stapanului cainelui care tocmai si-a facut nevoile pe roata masinii noastre sau  soferului care depaseste aiurea si aproape ca ne lovim de altcineva. Zambindu-i si spunand in sinea noastra: "se putea si mai rau". A, putem fi mai buni, daruind copiilor saraci sau batranilor cadouri, gen: dulciuri, hainutze, jucarii, dar dupa care.. peste 2-3 saptamani, 1-2 luni, ii uitam. Prin august-septembrie, dupa ce a trecut si Pastele, nici nu mai stim daca mai traiesc sau nu, dar noi ca niste oameni buni, credinciosi, ne-am facut datoria si le-am daruit "o plasuta de sarbatori" si gata.&lt;br /&gt;In decembrie, uitam de suparari si necazuri, uitam ca tot anul am injurat, am pacatuit si.. brusc suntem buni! Facem curatanie generala,impodobim casa si bradul,incarcam masa cu bucate alese. Dam o petrecere, doua trei, cinci, unde ne invitam prietenii, rudele, dusmanii, ne purtam atat de frumos ca si cum nu am uri pe nimeni,ne innoim garderoba, daruim, primim si atat.Asta inseamna "decembrie".&lt;br /&gt;Atat?! Oare DECEMBRIE inseamna numai masca falsa pe care o folosim doar o data pe an? Oare nu poate fi si ceva bun? Oare noi ar trebui sa daruim doar o data pe an? de doua ori? Oare n-ar trebui sa lasam de la noi cateodata si pentru altii? N-ar trebui sa radem, sa zambim, sa iubim, sa daruim, sa primim, cat mai des, daca nu mereu? Sau cel putin sa fim noi insine, cei indiferenti, rai, falsi, avari, mincinosi, si in luna lui decembrie..ar fi mai corect.&lt;br /&gt;In urma "Sarbatorilor de iarna" ce ramane? Raman conturi in banci mai mici, ramane bilantul anual safisfacator pentru comercianti si mizerie. Multa mizerie.. Saci cu gunoi, sentimente false contopite in oameni ipocriti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-3608399763690748568?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/3608399763690748568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=3608399763690748568' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/3608399763690748568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/3608399763690748568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2008/01/sarbatorilemascatilor.html' title='Sarbatorile..mascatilor!'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-5003914698208062606</id><published>2007-12-30T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:53.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3e5Aaxf5DI/AAAAAAAAABo/k1Txtp2kerU/s1600-h/prayer_requests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3e5Aaxf5DI/AAAAAAAAABo/k1Txtp2kerU/s320/prayer_requests.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149788115759522866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to love ... rather than hate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to laugh ... rather than cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to create ... rather than destroy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to persevere ... rather than quit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to praise ... rather than gossip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to heal ... rather than wound.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to give ... rather than steal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to act ... rather than procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to grow ... rather than rot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to pray ... rather than curse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Choose to live ... rather than die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-5003914698208062606?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/5003914698208062606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=5003914698208062606' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5003914698208062606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/5003914698208062606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2007/12/message-from-god.html' title='Message from God'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3e5Aaxf5DI/AAAAAAAAABo/k1Txtp2kerU/s72-c/prayer_requests.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-3674088113295899525</id><published>2007-12-29T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:24:03.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discutzie..</title><content type='html'>aylah:Viata este asemeni unei lumanari..dirijata de obstacole ca flacara de vant..&lt;br /&gt;cristi: si cine ne pune sa stam cu fata la vant ?&lt;br /&gt;Aylah: nimeni... noi alegem..&lt;br /&gt;cristi: daca ne intoarcem si ne protejam de vant?&lt;br /&gt;cristi: mereu sunt solutii&lt;br /&gt;cristi: sanse&lt;br /&gt;Aylah: o chestie de-a lu silviu..&lt;br /&gt;Aylah: destinul e in mainile omului si el lasa totul sa scape din cauza lasitatii..&lt;br /&gt;Aylah: da cristi, dar unoeri obstacolele nu vin de la noi..&lt;br /&gt;cristi: nu, dar tine de noi daca le depasim, sau ne opintim in fata lor&lt;br /&gt;cristi: ce nebun pune o lumanare aprinsa afara in ploaie si se asteapta ca ea sa tot arda ?&lt;br /&gt;cristi: daca gandesti putin inainte, nu-i mai bine sa o pui sub ceva, astfel incat sa nu se stinga ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-3674088113295899525?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/3674088113295899525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=3674088113295899525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/3674088113295899525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/3674088113295899525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2007/12/discutzie.html' title='Discutzie..'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-6241028144753235569</id><published>2007-12-27T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:53.748+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franturi'/><title type='text'>Intre doua fumuri de tigara.. face o pauza..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3exoaxf49I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tZNL2Rxw22E/s1600-h/Nicoleta__8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3exoaxf49I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tZNL2Rxw22E/s320/Nicoleta__8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780006861267922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Intre doua fumuri de tigara, face o pauza. Sta o clipa si se gandeste..la ea! La iubirea lui pe care a pierdut-o dintr-un orgoliu prostesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Sta si ii priveste poza, frumos asezata in rama din dormitor si cate amintiri ii vin in minte... cate noprti fericite petrecute in camera asta, cate cuvinte duioase, cate ganduri nerostite au fost implinite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Au trecut mai bine de 5 luni si nu a renuntat la amintirile de la ea, nici nu a ascuns inca pozele.. Nu stie de ce, sau poate nu vrea sa stie! "Oricum poate ca e mai bine asa! Poate macar pentru ea! Trebuie.. ! langa mine poate nu ar fi fost asa fericita! Nu, sigur nu, plus ca era atat de copil cateodata..nu ma lasa afara, ma controla mereu... hmmm...da... asa e mai bine...hmm.. Si totusi? ce-o face ea mitica? S_o mai gandi la mine? Mi-e atat de dor de ea... s-o mai vad macar o data..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Stie ca desi a fost cu altele, nu a uitat-o pe "bleaga" si ca probabil ii va ramane mereu in inima. Isi va aminti iesirile lor la munte, zapada, cadourile din Bam Boo pe care obisnuiau sa si le faca, Grecia, sau planuril de viitor: " O sa avem doi copii frumosi ca noi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(253, 238, 224);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; Si gandurile parca-i tac. O lacrima doar mai pica pe obrazul neras. Mai trage inca-un fum si inca unul si apoi altul si altul si parca totul e numai fum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(253, 238, 224);"&gt; Simte c-ar vrea sa o sune sa vada ce face..dar mai bine lasa.Se urca-n masina si porneste la drum.Va fi o seara lunga in care va fi urmarit la el in masina cea veche, de umbra iubirii ce nu va apune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(253, 238, 224);"&gt;p.s.: este povestea a doua persoane.. care chiar s-au iubit... povestea  unor prieteni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8849286617983740861-6241028144753235569?l=pauzanganduri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/feeds/6241028144753235569/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8849286617983740861&amp;postID=6241028144753235569' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/6241028144753235569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8849286617983740861/posts/default/6241028144753235569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzanganduri.blogspot.com/2007/12/intre-doua-fumuri-de-tigara-face-o.html' title='Intre doua fumuri de tigara.. face o pauza..'/><author><name>Aylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210004997029142837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3ezlqxf5BI/AAAAAAAAABY/u2aLPeCSAmE/S220/15-09-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3exoaxf49I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tZNL2Rxw22E/s72-c/Nicoleta__8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849286617983740861.post-3775138203402647352</id><published>2007-10-24T19:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:35:53.808+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In mine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3eySKxf4-I/AAAAAAAAABA/MmFSmPr42lQ/s1600-h/sola+en+la+alfombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zgPFYSKUYA/R3eySKxf4-I/AAAAAAAAABA/MmFSmPr42lQ/s320/sola+en+la+alfombra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149780724120806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ce-i al meu e pus deoparte. Trebuie doar sa am suficienta rabdare. Si sa sper! Timpul nu trebuie sa-mi risipeasca si ultima farama de sperantza. Stiu ca voi fi bine! Nu voi lasa lacrimile sa-mi curga in voie pe obraz, cand ma voi gandi al tine.Imi voi lua in bratze ursuletul de plus si-l voi tine strans. Doar in el am incredere. Mi-a fost mereu fidel. Doar el imi stie tainele Nu ma va lasa la greu.. Il voi tine strans si-i voi sopti duiuos povestea mea, iar el va stii sa ma aline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar asa voi putea sa-ti zambesc nepasatoare. Sa creionez din nou acel zambet care te scotea din sarite de fiecare data. Pe tine, cel din poza care ma privesti atent si a carui prezenta inca o simt . Iti voi mai spune doar: voi trece peste! si iar voi zambi amar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai trecut prin multe pana acum! Am strans din dinti, am zis pot, si-am reusit. Am avut mereu increderea si ursul alaturi. . Am stiu mereu ca dupa furtuna apare intotdeauna soarele, ca maine va fi mai bine. 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