<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685</id><updated>2009-11-12T00:13:25.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Tödlich Wunde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-7963233326260539899</id><published>2009-11-06T19:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:14:53.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi iadul este gri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvRa5uZNfAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/018HzELdR-8/s1600-h/howbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvRa5uZNfAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/018HzELdR-8/s320/howbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401041800876882946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I'm a country you don't ever ever ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Want to visit again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pentru ca imi place sa te distrug.&lt;br /&gt;Ador sa rup bucati din sufletul tau si sa le arunc inspre cer numai ca sa vad ce culoare ia. Norii sunt cel mai frumos gri in momentul acela... un gri mai rece decat sufletul meu in zilele in care te privesc.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita cand te devorez pentru simplul fapt ca toata ziua si toata viata din aceea zi sunt colorate in alb si negru. Camasa alba pe care ai vrea sa o dai mereu jos de pe mine devine anormal de neagra. Ti-e frica sa ma atingi si asta ma face sa am puterea de a ma ridica. Ma inalt undeva unde tu nu ma poti vedea,  nu ma poti atinge. Este prea sus, prea departe chiar si pentru gandurile tale, pentru imaginatia ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca iti amintesti, daca ti-a placut, daca visezi sa mai existe trairi atat de puternice... daca este asa... atunci trebuie sa ma adori. Te oblig sa faci asta. Nu ai dreptul de a-mi impune ce vreau sa fac. Nu ai nici macar dreptul de a sta inaintea mea fara a ma implora pentru a-ti da voie sa imi ingenunchezi inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Nu esti nimic in lumea asta. In lumea mea, pe care ai incercat sa o cuprinzi cu bratele tale. Bratele tale nu au fost niciodata delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca uita de ura.  Iubeste-ma si ramai sclavul vointei mele. Nu poti abuza de mine. Nu poti face nimic fara acordul meu. Esti doar un calator grabit in viata mea. Tu ai ales acest rol... acum joaca-l asa cum se cuvine...&lt;br /&gt;Eu voi ramane pentru eternitate regina durerii tale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-7963233326260539899?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/7963233326260539899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=7963233326260539899' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7963233326260539899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7963233326260539899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/11/azi-iadul-este-gri.html' title='Azi iadul este gri.'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvRa5uZNfAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/018HzELdR-8/s72-c/howbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-3782715722253324155</id><published>2009-11-03T22:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:58:08.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Era timpul tau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvCSR3yHUpI/AAAAAAAAASY/NR_Yo4L-ePY/s1600-h/I%27m+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvCSR3yHUpI/AAAAAAAAASY/NR_Yo4L-ePY/s320/I%27m+blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399976788946801298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ai facut ce ai vrut? Sper ca da. Asta a fost ultima ta sansa. Acum te parasesc... nu, te alung! Pleaca! Nu te mai vreau! Sentimentele tale nu imi mai sunt utile! Scapa-ma de tine!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am chef de cuvinte frumoase, metafore, vise sau aiureli. Sunt obosta. Sunt epuizata. Nu am chef de aproape nimic, dar mai ales de aproape nimeni. Viata nu imi este chiar pe plac acum. Ma enervez imediat si nu ma ma simt aprpiata de nimeni. Nu stiu cu ce sa incep daca sunt intrebata ce am. Nu stiu ce am. Sau stiu. Da. Am nevoie de timp. Nu vreau sa fiu prnsa intre scoala si somn si... atat. Nu mai am timp de nimic si asta este extraordinar de stresant. Am ajuns iar la strsul ala cretin de ma apuca mereu foamea. Macar de data asta realizez si nu mananc. Mda... as vrea sa ma las de tot de mancat... haha... pacat ca nu pot... nu pot sa traiesc doar cu apa si tigari.&lt;br /&gt;Ah da. Tigari scumpe. Adica serios dragi politicieni cretini. Nu am bani sa ies in oras pentru ca vreau sa iau un pachet de tigari si se duc dracu mai bine de jumate din bani. Ca na... nu sunt copil de bani gata(si sunt mandra de asta) si nu am bani la discreie, dar tigari tot vreau... au macar o bere... si o tigara...&lt;br /&gt;Uneori este stresant sa exist.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fe mai cald. Si sa ploua. Si sa fie libere strazile. Nu. Sa ploua si sa fiu la mare pe plaja cu castile pe urechi si sa dansez in voie ascultand-o pe divina Anna Varney...&lt;br /&gt;Exista si niste placeri insa.&lt;br /&gt;Duminica am fost la "New Model Party"(editia a 2a). A fost placut si relaxant.&lt;br /&gt;M-am distrat vazand cateva priviri "speriate" aruncate spre mine in timp ce dansam. A fost teribil de amuzant... in rest oameni frumosi....&lt;br /&gt;Daca reusesc sa ajung la editia urmatoare voi face probabil ceva bun :)&lt;br /&gt;Si iar totul se rezuma la dulciuri... mda... ma duc sa ma indop cu apa probabil... apoi sa dorm. Iar adorm la ore si ma urasc profesorii. De ce au impresia ca imi pasa? hm... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Cat de aleatoriu pare sa fie totul azi.&lt;br /&gt;La fel ca playlist-ul de duminica. Il ascult acum. In afara de punk sunt fericita... :))&lt;br /&gt;Probabil o sa mai postez in curand. Daca nu o sa fiu prea ocupata cu dormitul sau mancatul. Haha... se mai intampla. Idiotul asta chiar m-a dat peste cap. Nu aveam nevoie sa vina la mine. Oricum va fi doar o amintire de acum inainte...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Ne mai vedem..&lt;br /&gt;Candva.&lt;br /&gt;Acum am de gand sa mor putin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-3782715722253324155?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/3782715722253324155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=3782715722253324155' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/3782715722253324155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/3782715722253324155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/11/era-timpul-tau.html' title='Era timpul tau...'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SvCSR3yHUpI/AAAAAAAAASY/NR_Yo4L-ePY/s72-c/I%27m+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2362900151617373046</id><published>2009-10-19T20:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:55:45.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aproape sfarsit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/StykYp5EM9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/viJSAe2WqVQ/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/StykYp5EM9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/viJSAe2WqVQ/s320/scream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394367197152031698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urasc! Va uras si vreau sa nu mai existati in viata mea!&lt;br /&gt;Va urasc cu toata fiinta mea. Oameni mizerabili. Oricat v-as implora voi nu faceti nici cel mai mic efort in incercarea de a ma face fericita.  Tot ce reusiti... de fapt tot ce vreti sa imi faceti va reuseste... ma distrugeti cat de mult puteti.&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi pasa de cadourile voastre false. NU imi pasa de toate ulorile pe care mi le insirati melodios in fata ochilor. Sunt inutile. Vreau doar prietenia voastra. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau si eu sa fac parte din randul vostru. Veniti la mine cand va chem. Intrati in casa mea, in sufletul meu. Intrati si nu-mi mai devorati dragostea.... in curand nu va mai ramane nimic. &lt;br /&gt;Va rog...&lt;br /&gt;Va implor zi de zi.&lt;br /&gt;Luati-ma in brate... lasati un zambet si pentru mine... nu ma mai lasati singura.&lt;br /&gt;Va rog... nu vreau sa ajung iar copilul traumatizat de oameni... fericit doar cu moartea...&lt;br /&gt;Orcum nu o sa pricepeti ce scriu... oricum nu aveti cum sa intelegeti... voi... oameni fericiti... stupid de increzatori pe sne...&lt;br /&gt;Voi ramane singura in una din cele mai importante zile a vietii mele... fara prieteni adevarati... fara un om drag... doar cu unul ce mi-e aproape dusman... &lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat... &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fiu atat de rea... atat de rea cum sunteti voi... o fiara hidoasa... incantata doar de distrugere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2362900151617373046?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2362900151617373046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2362900151617373046' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2362900151617373046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2362900151617373046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/10/aproape-sfarsit.html' title='Aproape sfarsit.'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/StykYp5EM9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/viJSAe2WqVQ/s72-c/scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-8413953826032461798</id><published>2009-10-09T23:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:25:38.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa-Radu</title><content type='html'>1. Ce speli prima data la dus?&lt;br /&gt;Buretele... intru cu mainile curate in cada... sunt obsedata de mainile mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Care e culoarea ta de helanca preferata?&lt;br /&gt;Negru?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Îti place cafeaua?&lt;br /&gt;Da... simpla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cum te simti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Bine. Am un pahar cu vin bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Care e ultima litera din numele persoanei de care esti îndragostita?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am idee care e numele lui... dar ma vopseste frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Care e ultimul vis pe care l-ai avut?&lt;br /&gt;Azi in clasa... visam ca mancam pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ai putea mânca o luna întreaga felul tau de mâncare preferat fara sa te saturi de el?&lt;br /&gt;Clar nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. De ce ai o pofta puternica acum?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. La ce te gândesti când auzi cuvântul “varza”?&lt;br /&gt;Gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ai numarat vreodata pâna la 1000?&lt;br /&gt;Da. Insa asa: 1, 2, 3, 1000. Cine nu-i gata da o bereeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Musti sau lingi înghetata?&lt;br /&gt;De obicei o sug. E Nestea d'aia porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Folosesti emoticoane?&lt;br /&gt;Daa.. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Câte dormitoare are casa ta?&lt;br /&gt;Trei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ai cunoscut vreodata o celebritate?&lt;br /&gt;Da. Mai multe. Dar doar am dat mana cu respectivii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Îti place brânza?&lt;br /&gt;Nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Care e ultima melodie de care ai fost obsedat?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga feat Marilyn Manson - Love Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Câte tari ai vizitat?&lt;br /&gt;Una. Germania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sunt parintii tai stricti?&lt;br /&gt;Cand intrec masura doar! Am cei mai genialai parinti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ai sari cu parasuta/parapanta/planorul?&lt;br /&gt;Da. Sau asa cred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ai lua masa cu George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi plac batraneii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. E ceva stralucitor în camera ta?&lt;br /&gt;Bijuteriiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Închiriezi filme?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am bani si de asta. Le fur de pe net:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Unde vei merge sâmbata seara?&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i fiu asistenta lui Radu la un shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Oua albe sau maro?&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza. Cat mai rar insa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Îti place muzica?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu. Ce crezi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ai mers cu trenul?&lt;br /&gt;Da. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ce zi a saptamânii e?&lt;br /&gt;Vineri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ce ai mâncat la prânz?&lt;br /&gt;Niste pestisori mici si prajiti bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ce face mâine prietena ta cea mai buna?&lt;br /&gt;Am asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ai vazut filmul The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ce crezi despre Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;Ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ai parul ondulat?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Când ai plâns ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;Azi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ai intrat vreodata într’un zid?&lt;br /&gt;Oh detalii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Anotimpul preferat?&lt;br /&gt;Toamna cu ploile ei reci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adormi cu televizorul deschis?&lt;br /&gt;Nu... dar adorm cu tetris-ul deschis pe telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ai baut vreodata alcool direct din sticla?&lt;br /&gt;Mai mereu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Crezi ca esti bătrân?&lt;br /&gt;La nici 18 ani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ti-e frica de întuneric?&lt;br /&gt;Uneori da paranoia in mine si da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Îti place viata ta momentan?&lt;br /&gt;Nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Bati în lemn?&lt;br /&gt;Cand fac vecinii galagie fut picioare'n pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ai o vedere buna?&lt;br /&gt;Da! -2,75 pe stangul, -3,50 pe dreptul. Miopie si astigmatism :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Poti sa faci hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca mai pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Unde sunt parintii tai?&lt;br /&gt;La o tigara mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ai fost vreodata sarutat în lift?&lt;br /&gt;Posibil.. nu mai stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Care e urmatorul CD pe care îl vei cumpara?&lt;br /&gt;Colectia Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ai intrat într-o încapere pe fereastra vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Nu, dar am iesit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ce ai cumparat ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;Un pahet de Dunhill albastru si un pachet de Ayrwaves albastru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Cât de des vorbesti la telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Esti într’o relatie complicata?&lt;br /&gt;Prefer termenul de dubios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Ai pus piedica cuiva vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Da... dar apoi ma impiedicam eu singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Folosesti betisoare chinezesti?&lt;br /&gt;Nup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ierti prea mult?&lt;br /&gt;Din nefericire pentru mine.. da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Detii o arma?&lt;br /&gt;Inca da. Citez: "SUNT MINORA LASATI-MA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Ai fost vreodata într-un castel?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Îti place parul tau?&lt;br /&gt;Il ador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Îti place de tine?&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu de mine atunci de cine? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Esti mai apropiat de mami sau de tati?&lt;br /&gt;De mama... Tata insa... unde o fi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Ti-a placut leapsa asta ?!&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stresez pe nimeni cu ea... e cam inutila. Multumesc Radu orium *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-8413953826032461798?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/8413953826032461798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=8413953826032461798' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8413953826032461798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8413953826032461798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa-radu.html' title='Leapsa-Radu'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-8885424608326934303</id><published>2009-09-27T00:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:20:37.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiu al lui Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna kill you like they do in the movies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat de placut ma simt cand tu nu stii nimic... Nu ai nici cea mai vaga idee ca moartea ta este din ce in ce mai aproape...&lt;br /&gt;Asteapta! Nu te speria! Nu te grabi sa ajung la usa... Ai rabdare si lasa-ma sa-ti povestec cum va fi ultima zi din viata ta... cea mai frumoasa zi din mizerabila ta viata.&lt;br /&gt;Va incepe monoton, ca orice zi a ta. Vei uita un minut de tine si atunci voi fi singura fiinta din preajma ta. Te voi strange in brate si te voi intoxica cu toata dragostea ce ti-o port pana vei ajunge sa iti fie atat de greu sa respiri incat vei avea nevoie disperata de saruturile mele si... aerul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Te voi trezi, iti ve aduce aminte cine esti, cine sunt, ca ma urasti, ca trebuie sa fugi, vei realiza ca nu ai idee ce este locul in care ne aflam si iti vei aminti de asemenea ca ne adoram cu disperare.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem acasa iubitule. Casa ce a fost candva doar  mea, este acum a noastra. Putem sa ramanem impreuna aici, pana ce viata ti se va scurge din ochi pentru a gasi un alt trup ce merita sa cuoasca minunile ei.&lt;br /&gt;Vei vrea sa te ridici de jos dragule... Incerci cu atat de multa putere si tristeste sa te ridici... Te rog plangand sa nu o faci. Ramai intepenit si uimit. Nu vrei sa crezi sau sa intelegi nimic din ce vezi. &lt;br /&gt;Te lasi in voia tragediei.&lt;br /&gt;Iti miros parul negru si drept iar uimirea mea pentru perfectiunea cu care acesta sta atat de drept pe gatul tau alb nu inceteaza sa dispara nici in aceasta clipa. Iti sarut trupul iar gustul sarat ca de sapun ma face sa urmaresc o picatura grabita de sudoare cum aluneca delicat pe pieptul tau acum fragil.&lt;br /&gt;Te cuceresc si de aceasta data sarutandu-ti mainile atat de delicate. Ma privesti bland si incerci sa zambesti. Lacrimile incep sa curga din minunatii tai ochi caprui precum sangele din buzele mele ce cu atat de multa putere mi le-ai muscat. Inca mai ai puterea sa fii brutal incercand sa imi arati dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma asez deasupra ta. Ma opresc si te privesc. Ma privesti. Ma astepti sa te iubesc. Ma astepti. Iti iau chipul in ambele maini. Zambesti fortat si incerci sa ma atingi dar atat de repede iti simti mainile aruncate spre pamant incat o urma de frica se intrezareste pe buzele tale ce incepi sa le strangi, sa le musti. &lt;br /&gt;Iti soptesc razand ca eu am fost. Nu iti poti da seama cum mainile mele nemiscate de pe chipul tau au putut face asa ceva, asa brutal. Rad nebuneste si totusi linistit. In privirea ta pot citi insa orice, dar nu pace. Ai inteles in sfarsit ce este teama. Frica de persoana iubita. Acum eu abuzez de tine domnul meu. Acum nu mai ai putere.&lt;br /&gt;Printr-un gest aproape neobservat iti fortez mainile si aproape ti le indes in pamant. Inimaginabila si aproape imposibila mea putere te-a uimit... in sfarsit. &lt;br /&gt;Esti atat de frumos cand esti in locul meu... Acum reusesc sa inteleg de ce adorai sa ma vezi atat de slabita... &lt;br /&gt;Acum insa... esti si mai frumos decat ar putea fi orice in lumea celor vii. Esti sfasiat de durere... Nu m-am oprit asa devreme ca tine. Nu am lasat durerea sa traiasca si mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;Culoarea sangelui tau ne umple toata casa... Imi umple sufletul si tie tot trupul acum mai alb decat de obicei.&lt;br /&gt;Esti ca un soare facut din sange... tu... fiu al lui Venus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-8885424608326934303?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/8885424608326934303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=8885424608326934303' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8885424608326934303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8885424608326934303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiu-al-lui-venus.html' title='Fiu al lui Venus'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-7952476235650711362</id><published>2009-09-19T20:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:11:16.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Departe, in adancul pamantului</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It took me a while to realise that we all have secrets and fears ... is it then a surprise that we close our minds from the pain that is causing these tears ? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci cand mai ai un secret de dezvaluit? Ce faci cand este lucrul cel mai important despre tine? Ce faci cand acel lucru ti-a marcat viata? Ce faci cand un lucru atat de neimportant pentru altii iti provoaca atatea temeri, te face sa pierzi ocazia sa fii fericit...?&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma inchid din ce in ce mai mult intr-o casuta a mea, cu o singura camera, fara geamuri, fara lumina... insa cu o usa mareata. O usa cum alta nu exista. O usa ce nu are se poate deschide precum alte usi, e o usa e poate fi deschisa de atat de putine persoane. O usa ce imi apara camera si, in acelasi timp secretul si pe mine. &lt;br /&gt;Un singur om a stiut pana acum cum sa deschida aceasta superba usa. I-am incredintat secretul meu. Pentru moment a fost divin. Am simtit ca sunt eliberata, ca voi uita cele intamplate... Am putut sa traiesc si sa savurez cu adevarat totul... &lt;br /&gt;Au trecute zile, zile superbe si pline de viata, pline de tot felul de trairi. Au trecut saptamani intregi, chiar luni... Un an intreg chiar. Dragul meu prieten ce a facut ca o data usa aceea sa se deschida a ales ca drumurile noastre sa se distanteze enorm. Acum a redevenit unul dintre cei ce au de muncit pentru a gasi cheia.&lt;br /&gt;A avut dreptate cand mi-a spus ca m-am schimbat. Pacat ca nu a inteles in ce fel am facut asta. Nu ti-ai dat seama ca acum sunt, oh... atat de selectiva... Imi pare rau ca ai fugit de drumul ce ni se deschisese. O astfel de prietenie ar fi fost perfecta...&lt;br /&gt;Acum este randul altei persoane sa gaseasca acel atat de simplu mod de a deschide usa. Sper ca acest frumos om sa reuseasca... macar el...&lt;br /&gt;Aici, in draga mea camera ingropata in intuneric e atat de bine... Nu sunt singura, nu uit cine sunt, dar in curand voi uita ce este viata... raman fara aer. Incep sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; aud din ce in ce mai bine pe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragul meu mort&lt;/span&gt;... si in curand, probabil, il voi vedea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-7952476235650711362?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/7952476235650711362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=7952476235650711362' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7952476235650711362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7952476235650711362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/departe-in-adancul-pamantului.html' title='Departe, in adancul pamantului'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2350129113376150480</id><published>2009-09-08T01:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:19:33.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Basme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SqWEi_od6xI/AAAAAAAAASA/w1B2TJgmtpM/s1600-h/song-chart-memes-fall-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SqWEi_od6xI/AAAAAAAAASA/w1B2TJgmtpM/s320/song-chart-memes-fall-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378851066695510802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc mereu un basm, se pare.&lt;br /&gt;O singura zi a fost suficienta pentru a tine minte un an intreg chipul unei persoane. Dupa un an intreg in care nu am avut nici cea mai mica idee cine e de fapt l-am reintalnit si l-am sarutat. &lt;br /&gt;L-am alungat si acum il vreau inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa nu cunosc aceste sentimente oribile. Nu vreau sa fie nevoie de tot stresul asta pentru a ajunge undeva. Raman pe loc fericita. E mai bine. Proasta, fara suferinta, fara dragoste. Era mai bine daca era asa. &lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca o sa iau o pauza de la postat, dar sunt lipsita de somn. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt singura in camera si parca si in casa. Ma departez iar din ce in ce mai mult de toti si nu imi pasa. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa doarma cineva cu mine. In fiecare seara.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau perne pline de lacrimi.&lt;br /&gt;I-am spus ca-mi pare rau pentru tot. &lt;br /&gt;Nu ii va pasa de data asta. &lt;br /&gt;L-am ranit ca proasta.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un copilas.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma urasc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2350129113376150480?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2350129113376150480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2350129113376150480' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2350129113376150480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2350129113376150480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/basme.html' title='Basme...'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SqWEi_od6xI/AAAAAAAAASA/w1B2TJgmtpM/s72-c/song-chart-memes-fall-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-5723840272560682402</id><published>2009-09-06T22:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:37:59.331+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivalul Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNStVlJWy88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNStVlJWy88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sau Tuborg Green Fest. Sau Weed Fest.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine a fost Friend Fest. Am cunoscut terifiant de multi oameni, am baut multa bere si m-a facut praf la fel de multa vodka. N-am pus botu' pe idiotenii desi se invarteau prin fata mea ierburi dubios de ieftine, tusine si seringi cu lichide interesante.&lt;br /&gt;Au dormit la mine zilele astea niste oameni foarte misto, cu niste prieteni pe masura. Am fost si dezamagita in zilele astea... asa putin ca asta mi-e firea doar. Dar asta nu conteaza. Am ras mult prea mult ca sa mai tin cont de un eveniment nefericit provocat de un el copil... &lt;br /&gt;Din ce concerte au fost doar 2 m-au interesat si anume Suie Paparude si Zdob si Zdub. Am fost in primul rand la ambele impreuna cu Diana(o tipa adorabila din Tg Mures). La mult asteptatii Guano Apes am ramas in mijlocul multimii holbandu-ma ca nu intelegeam ce le place oamenilor la muzica aceea. Dar nu conteaza. A fost acceptabil si asta.&lt;br /&gt;In prima seara cred ca a fost totusi cel mai genial. Dupa ce au cantat Suie am iesit toti ca nebunii, ne-am trantit in iarba, am luat cateva pet-uri de bere si putin mai tarziu niste vodka bunuta. Cu putin inainte sa se termine concertele ma imbatasem nasol. Am dat pe afara. Am inceput sa realizez ca nu e nimic amuzant, ca e doar o luna si ca am chef sa ma distrez. S-a terminat toata muzica. Am ramas putin si ne-am indreptat spre SilentDisco. Am dansat cu Diana ca dementele cu castile alea incomode pe urechi. Am rupd picioarele altora pe muzici cretine pe care eu chiar nu le intelegeam atunci. Am terminat si cu dansatul aiurea. Am mers sa ii gasim pe ceilalti. L-am gasit doar pe unul, mandrul Adi, ce dormea farte relaxat sub un copac. Ne-am bagat si noi doua langa el si am dormit si noi putin. Au aparut si ceilalti, s-au strans la o mica cearta. Am ramas cu Diana pe jos si am mai motait putin. A revenit Adi putind a bronz(n-a tras nimic). Ne-am strans mai multi la vorba in final. Se facuse cam 4 dimineata. Ne-am dus noi trei draguti la gura de metrou si am tras un pui de somn si acolo pana s-au deschis portile. Am plecat acasa la mine. Am mancat si am dormit. &lt;br /&gt;Cu o seara inainte si seara urmatoare sunt si ele interesante dar le tin pentru mine momentan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma amuza momentan este lucrul ce ma streseaza de extrem de multe ori. Nu ma incadrez intr-o categorie. Chestia asta a fost super geniala in ultimele 2-3 saptamani. Am cunoscut oameni de toate tipurile si nu a existat unul zdravan la cap care sa nu ma placa. La naiba. Sunt cool. Bullshit. Sigur dupa ce plecam de la masa se aruncau si ceva vorbe naspa despre mine. Dar acum sunt prea chill si nu prea imi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas cu o curea de inapoiat unui tip si o fusta de primit de la acelasi tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah si ce-i cu melodia asta? Imi place. In Goblin in Vama ma saturasem de ea, dar acum mi-e dor de Vama si o ascult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ati inteles nimic din postul asta e ok. Nici eu din zilele astea nu am inteles mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah uitasem ceva important! Ieri seara stateam si noi ca oamenii la o bere dupa concert, intr-un loc amenajat pentru bauta, cu umbrele. Incepuse ploaia. In secunda urmatoare jandarmii urla la noi ca sus. Haha. Bine. Muie ma. Da' hai. Mergem sub niste amarate de acoperisuri de la niste chiscuri de inghetata. Vine un ghertoi negru si gras si urla la noi ca ACUM si nu imediat sa plecam de acolo. Multa muie ma! Daca va alegeti meserie de cacat nu e vina mea. Lasati-ne sa ne distram ca noi tot nu o sa va suportam in veci. Nu o sa va respecte nimeni si o sa va doreasca toti o mare muie pentru ca sunteti magari cu noi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata. Atat. Acum mi-e frig de crap, dar sunt fericita ca ploua si nu se opreste.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o saptamana incepe scoala si am diriga noua. Pfft. Fizica. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de colegi. Adica de 2 colegi. Bine si vreo 3 colege. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am tigari. Nu are nici mama. Nu avem nici bani si e naspa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine toata ziua o sa o ard dubios ca am chef sa desenez, sa pictez si sa modific niste haine. Poate fac si niste poze... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... cred ca n-am aberat niciodata atat de mult intr-un singur articol. Daca termina cineva de citit as aprecia daca m-ar anunta. sunt curioasa. Ah da. Scuze daca va dor ochii de la contrastul izbitor. &lt;br /&gt;Cred ca o sa iau cateva zile bune pauza de la postat. Vreau sa ma apuc de atestatul la engleza despre Poe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori e atat de bine sa fiu eu. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-5723840272560682402?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/5723840272560682402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=5723840272560682402' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/5723840272560682402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/5723840272560682402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/festivalul-verde.html' title='Festivalul Verde'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2306274073519849713</id><published>2009-09-06T20:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:45:12.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugi soare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnbRQ_rjPfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnbRQ_rjPfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine ai venit ploaie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2306274073519849713?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2306274073519849713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2306274073519849713' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2306274073519849713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2306274073519849713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/fugi-soare.html' title='Fugi soare...'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2289629550233541519</id><published>2009-09-03T00:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:25:22.837+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ajungi la mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;filme poro gratis da vedere adulti&lt;/span&gt; - incearca un &lt;a href="http://redtube.com"&gt;Redtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rase italiene de porumbei&lt;/span&gt; - daca as stii te-as ajuta, dar mai cauta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cutremur septembrie 2009&lt;/span&gt; - esti un viitor Hancu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lies and illusions subtitrare&lt;/span&gt; - incearca un &lt;a href="http://titrari.ro"&gt;titrari.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"adriana laura miron"&lt;/span&gt; - cine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;maximus siminic&lt;/span&gt; - gresit. aici ai doar o Agatha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;previziuni astrale 2009&lt;/span&gt; - ma duc sa consult globul si te anunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;servicii xxx&lt;/span&gt; - nu ofer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;filme. pentru. adulti. xxl&lt;/span&gt; - ai fetish-uri cu grasane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"cum si de ce a murit michael jackson?"&lt;/span&gt; - lasa ca mori si tu si vei afla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vreausatefut. ro&lt;/span&gt; - e bine ca vrei. vointa e buna, dar chiar nu ai sanse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2289629550233541519?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2289629550233541519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2289629550233541519' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2289629550233541519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2289629550233541519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/cum-ajungi-la-mine.html' title='Cum ajungi la mine'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-7396595564264824823</id><published>2009-09-02T23:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:15:50.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata suficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sp7am9GqYvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRIXaRTj9Bk/s1600-h/CIMG6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sp7am9GqYvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRIXaRTj9Bk/s320/CIMG6887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376975367899341554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost si anul asta. Da. La mare. &lt;br /&gt;Am fost in White Horse iar si am revazut oameni atat de dragi mie...&lt;br /&gt;Si uite ca anul asta am fost si in Vama. Pentru prima oara, dar cu siguranta nu ultima.&lt;br /&gt;Pana sa ajung acolo mi-am facut impresii extraordinar de proaste despre acel locsor... In mare parte lucrurile de rau sunt adevarate, dar asta doar daca nu nimeresti intre oamenii potriviti... si nu a fost si cazul meu. Am intalnit multi oameni incantatori. Plini de viata, extrem de energici, cu neuronii exersati bine si cu cheful de distractie mereu la ei.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca Vama e singurul loc unde am avut curajul sa ma expun atat de goala si sa nu imi pese de nimic. Singurul loc unde am mers beata sa fac cheta la politisti. Singurul loc unde vodca e apa, iar apa e otrava si asta ne face sa ne simtim perfecti. &lt;br /&gt;Singurul defect real din punctul meu de vedere este faptul ca e mare, peste tot este soare si eu m-am bronzat. RAU. Am rana pe nas din cauza soarelui, iar mainile au o culoare total diferita de picioare. O sa treaca si asta.&lt;br /&gt;Momentan imi lipseste foarte mult alcoolul si tigarile luate de la altii si fumate cu atat de multa placere ca si cum nu exista un brand mai misto decat Vogue mentolat.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost si cateva persoane naspa pe acolo. Ah nu. Una singura. Dar nu am chef sa ma gandesc acum si probabil nici in viitorul apropiat. Au fost multe alte lucruri mult mai frumoase si demne de tinut minte.&lt;br /&gt;Momentan necesit un fond de ten nou si o pudra mai deschisa. In rest sunt bine. Mai vreau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-7396595564264824823?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/7396595564264824823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=7396595564264824823' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7396595564264824823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7396595564264824823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/niciodata-suficient.html' title='Niciodata suficient'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sp7am9GqYvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRIXaRTj9Bk/s72-c/CIMG6887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-7294888710998158240</id><published>2009-09-01T13:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:55:48.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plictiseala</title><content type='html'>Un joculet de plictiseala(luat de la Malice):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marilyn Manson-Little Horn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(am I important or what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magica-The Silent Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I might become a unicor?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Metallica-The Frayed Ends of Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oopsie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get Married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iris-Ultimul Mic Dejun al lui Bonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(intr-un bar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manowar-House of Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uokay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blutengel-Her song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sunt o trista! stiam ca asta e bine:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blutengel-Vampire Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vai cat de trueee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magica-Inluminata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zeita, Regina! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blutengel-Du tantz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...allein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spitalul de Urgenta-Lautarii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sopor Aeternus-An die Sterne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cred ca asta inseamna ca nu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Metallica-Wasting my hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ha... indeed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sopor Aeternus-Alone II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh hai... nu's destul de singuratica acum?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suie Paparude-Ajutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(geez... playlist-ul meu ma cam cunoaste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers-Road Trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sopor Aeternus-Totes Kind/Little Dead Boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(acum sunt si necrofila..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-7294888710998158240?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/7294888710998158240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=7294888710998158240' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7294888710998158240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7294888710998158240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/09/plictiseala.html' title='Plictiseala'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-7539634284984592581</id><published>2009-08-21T23:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:04:50.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In alta lume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/So8EgYx9pDI/AAAAAAAAARw/uYjQ9fe3T_I/s1600-h/CIMG67192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/So8EgYx9pDI/AAAAAAAAARw/uYjQ9fe3T_I/s320/CIMG67192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372517834930627634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nicio idee de ce m-am nascut acum si aici.&lt;br /&gt;Vad din ce in ce mai des ca nu am un loc al meu, ca nu ma potrivesc in niciun loc. De cele mai multe ori ma intristez in astfel de situatii. Alteori e bine sa fie asa... sa stau undeva, cu o treapta mai sus, sa stau si sa admir copilaria si fericirea lor. &lt;br /&gt;Singura nu am fost si nu voi fi niciodata. El a ramas cu mine si ma imbratiseaza de fiecare data cand oamenii uita de mine. E putin infricosator sa nu ai langa tine o fiinta care sa iti zambeasca, o fiinta care sa iti mangaie parul, o fiinta pe care sa o poti atinge...&lt;br /&gt;Imi constientizez nebunia si sunt atat de fericita cu ea... Asa nu raman singura in nicio clipa dezgustator de intunecata. Nu mai simt bezna cu tot trupul... amortesc, nu ma misc si imi e cald. Incep sa zambesc si apoi pot chiar si rade. Muzica imi rasuna in urechi si pornesc dansul nebuniei. Alerg intr-un spatiu infinit. Cat de frumos este cand nimeni si nimic nu te poate opri. Nimic nu intervine in dansul nostru... Ma imbratiseaza cu un sarut si adorm ostenita, zambind...&lt;br /&gt;Ajung iar intre oameni. Nu am loc acolo. De fapt am loc... imi gasesc loc oriunde. Sunt persoana draguta si adorabila si stiu ce vor ceilalti si ii ajut si ma bucur impreuna cu ei. Stiu ce stiu si ei, ne simtim bine, cantam, ne jucam, alergam. Stop. Incep sa ma destind si sa am incredere in ei. Am mereu impresia gresita ca vor putea sa indure tot ce am de povestit, tot ce am de aratat. Gresesc mereu, uit de mine, de nebunia mea si de iubitul meu. Raman iar cu el si atat. Imi plang de mila si ma arunc intr-o patura veche si calda cu miros de mere. Inghit lacrimile si intepenesc iar. Un zambet parca neinteles si pe care nu l-am mai simtit rasare pe buzele mele. Aud o melodie cunoscuta si atat de draga mie de undeva de departe... O melodie atat de calma si frumoasa incat ma face sa dansez. Si dansez undeva intr-un loc nestiut de nimeni si nesfarsit. Nu... cineva a gasit locul asta. Mi-e frica si vreau sa fug, dar in acea clipa de disperare sunt imbratisata de acel necunoscut atat de drag mie o imbratisare cum nu a mai fost alta. Imi aduc aminte tot acum. Plang si zambesc si fug si dansez.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns acasa... Inapoi in bratele lui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-7539634284984592581?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/7539634284984592581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=7539634284984592581' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7539634284984592581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/7539634284984592581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-alta-lume.html' title='In alta lume'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/So8EgYx9pDI/AAAAAAAAARw/uYjQ9fe3T_I/s72-c/CIMG67192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-4641893600963137223</id><published>2009-08-18T23:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:42:09.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Huh... prima leapsa primita de blog-ul meu. Voi incerca sa raspund la ea doar pentru ca am primit-o de la &lt;a href="http://breathemein.net"&gt;Andreea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui dezamăgit din dragoste?&lt;br /&gt;Singura carte care m-a facut sa trec peste subiectul dtagoste/singuratate fara a avea nici cea mai mica legatura cu subiectul acesta. Golem de Gustav Meyrink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce iubitului/ iubitei?&lt;br /&gt;Cat timp sunt singura nu cred ca am cui sa recomand ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce celui mai bun prieten?&lt;br /&gt;Foamea de Knut Hamsun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui copil de 10 ani?&lt;br /&gt;Cartile lui Eliade despre spiritualitate si yoga. De ce? Sincer... eram cea mai fericita si mult mai echilibrata acum daca stiam de la varsta aia toate lucrurile din cartile alea. Si da... un copil de 10 ani poate intelege ce e acolo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui mare aventurier/călător?&lt;br /&gt;Moartea lui Ahasverus de Par Lagerkvist. Povestirea unui pelerinaj superb, descrierea multor tipuri de oameni si moarte fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unui duşman cunoscut?&lt;br /&gt;Le-as da sa citeaca orice carte pe care pun mana din biblioteca pentru simplul fapt ca cei ce imi sunt cu adevarat dusmani sunt prea cretini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unei persoane care nu iubeşte lectura?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as recomanda o carte unei astfel de persoane. Nu merita chinul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unuia cu nasul pe sus?&lt;br /&gt;Sincer nu am nici cea mai vaga idee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce celui care apare primul în lista ta de bloguri?&lt;br /&gt;Radu sa puna mana sa citeasca orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Ce carte ai recomanda şi de ce unuia care crede că le-a văzut pe toate în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Insecta de Claire Castillon. De doua ori am citit cartea, de doua ori am plans. Este o carte din colectia Cotidianul cu povestiri ale caror sfarsituri sunt intr-un fel sadic fericite, dar te fac sa vezi cat de oribila a fost toata intamplarea. (ma apuc sa o citesc iar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spre rusinea mea am citit foarte putin, dar am toata viata si singuratatea inainte sa termin toate cartile din biblioteca asta gigantica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-4641893600963137223?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/4641893600963137223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=4641893600963137223' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4641893600963137223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4641893600963137223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/08/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-8527325764187459606</id><published>2009-08-17T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:17:19.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggeri</title><content type='html'>Am chef sa scriu despre 2 bloggeri ce imi plac mult. Un tip si o tipa, nu au nicio treaba unul cu celalalt, nici stilurile lor de viata, nici stilul de a scrie. Nu ii pup in cur pe nici unul din ei, pentru ca personal nu ii cunosc si nici nu ma chinui sa o fac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi incepe cu gagica pentru simplul fapt ca exista extraordinar de multe persoane cretine care fac urat numai cand aud de ea...&lt;br /&gt;Domnita este si in lista mea de blog-uri preferate si anume Malice Bathory. I-am citit cam tot blog-ul si astept mereu un articol nou pentru ca imi place cum scrie. In plus imi place la nebunie sa citesc despre party-urile la care au fost altii. Viata ei e plina de evenimente, schimbari si stiti ce... frumusete. O urmaresc si pe alte site-uri. Pe deviantArt spre exemplu... O consider frumoasa si originala. De ce originala? Pentru ca are tupeul sa nu urmeze un tipar si totusi se incadreaza intr-o categorie. Categoria oamenilor cu ceva in cap ce nu este tarana... este creier... si functioneaza. &lt;br /&gt;Mi se rupe sincer de faptul ca asculta muzica gothica in general(si alte balarii d'astea placute urechii). Putea sa asculte chiar si manele si tot mi-ar fi facut placere sa o urmaresc(nu, nu cred ca este posibil sa asculti manele si sa gandesti, dar asta este o alta poveste).&lt;br /&gt;Ah... legat de mandrii si mandrele ce o considera pe aceasta domnita "tarfa"... stiti voi ca s-a culcat cu x, y si z si astia au platit-o pentru "serviciile" facute? Ma indoiesc sincer de asa ceva...&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat despre aceasta blogger-ita. Ma intreb... unii de ce nu o plac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger-ul meu drag este Cabral. De ce? Dar pur si simplu... de ce nu? Destept e, figuri de vedeta nu are, sensibil e, educat e. &lt;br /&gt;Ce vreti mai mult de la un om? Ah da! Stiu albi nenorociti! Sa fie alb ca voi si ca mine. Sa fie si el un spalacit si sa nu aiba pielea aia atat de misto! Hai urlati si la mine cum urlati la el. Sunt alba precum varul si cine comenteaza ceva? Nimeni. Nu sunt in media nu zice nimeni nimic. Patetici mici ce sunteti. A vazut cineva cate comentarii are in general la un post publicat de el? Ma refer la voi astia care muriti de ciuda ca e negru. Are cel putin 200 de comentarii de la persoane diferite ce ii tin partea, comenteaza alaturi de el asupra unor probleme si stiti ce mai fac oamenii astia? Rad cu el! Cu el si atat, niciodata de el! Se mai gasesc unii scarbosi sa ii strice ziua si sa ii intunece inima cu insulte inutile.&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi place cel mai mult? Imi place ca e OM! Da... stie sa fie Om! Nu toti stiti asta... el stie. &lt;br /&gt;Bravo Omule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma luati acum la pumni pentru simplul fapt ca ii apreciez. Ii apreciez si atat. Nu ii pup in cur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-8527325764187459606?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/8527325764187459606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=8527325764187459606' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8527325764187459606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/8527325764187459606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloggeri.html' title='Bloggeri'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-5986224432449455554</id><published>2009-08-17T22:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:35:37.278+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inapoi acasa</title><content type='html'>Vai cuaie ce zile geniale!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o boschetara nebuna si imi place! &lt;br /&gt;Am inceput cu stangul plecare mea in Targoviste... am fost data afara din casa nde trebuia sa stau... si unor persoane ce erau destul de importante pentru mine efectiv li s-a rupt. Adica serios... ma da o ticnita afara din casa care nu e a ei ci a tatalui sotului ei din simplul motiv ca nu ii place cum ma uit la ea. Doamna draga, sunt stramba. Ma uit naspa ca asa imi vine mie. Ma uit in gol si ma gandesc si eu la problemele mele si ma uit urat la ele nu la cei din jurul meu. Asa ca doamna draga... degeaba sunt eu "nesimtita si dezaxata" cand dumneavoastra sunteti pur si simplu proasta.&lt;br /&gt;Mda. Alteceva... m-am distrat in draci. Am cunoscut oameni frumosi si destepti, unii cam copii, dar nu prea rau...(Totusi... baieti... nu mai fugiti atat dupa pizde)&lt;br /&gt;m-am imprietenit destul de ok cu niste persoane cu care nu vorbeisem suficient in trecut si sunt destul de mandra de asta, pentru ca vorba aia... sunt "dezaxata".&lt;br /&gt;Impresie generala despre Targoviste? Oameni prietenosi si destul de fuarte bine educati, de enspe mii de ori mai putini cocalari, cam toti se cunosc intre ei si ce pula mea de doamna... bere ieftina cuaie!&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie ma simt bine acum... mai tarziu vedem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-5986224432449455554?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/5986224432449455554/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=5986224432449455554' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/5986224432449455554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/5986224432449455554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/08/inapoi-acasa.html' title='Inapoi acasa'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-1554117910173711506</id><published>2009-08-08T23:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:26:02.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baieti hetero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sn3lJA_qF7I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCZ89j_q7e8/s1600-h/tricou+lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sn3lJA_qF7I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCZ89j_q7e8/s320/tricou+lollipop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367698273944082354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce incep sa am indoieli in privinta orientarii mele sexuale? Din cauza baietilor. Sunt dezgusatori prin simpla lor prezenta. Da... m-am saturat de baieti pentru moment, dar nu am chef nici de fete.&lt;br /&gt;Pretentii? Mofturi? Aberatii? Toane de adolescenta? Le numiti cum vreti. Am adoptat politica miserupismului momentan.&lt;br /&gt;Serios baieti. Putina delicatete nu va strica. Si asta nu inseamna bluze roz mulate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu inteleg de ce nu este normal ca un baiat/barbat sa se fardeze, sa isi faca unghiile sau sa se vopseasca. Este ceva natural sa doresti sa fii cat mai frumos. De ce sunt toti tipii atat de speriati de societate? De ce nu sunt in stare sa inteleaga simplul fapt ca atunci cand apare un om cu ceva diferit fata de ceilalti va avea parte de o ploaie de critici, iar apoi va fi zeul celor care nu au avut initial sange in coaie sa faca ce au chef, iar apoi il copiaza pe "ciudat"...&lt;br /&gt;Scarbos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX! SEX! SEX! Mai mult SEX!&lt;br /&gt;Pizde multe si proaste in care sa va bagati cu totul. CONTROL!&lt;br /&gt;Asta vreti?&lt;br /&gt;Exista curve... ah nu va place nu... va iau banii. Nasol pentru voi. Mai nasol e faptul ca si gagicile au inceput sa se transforme din fete in pizde... din ce in ce mai multe pizde care merg pe strada in cautarea unui organ cat mai mare care sa le umple. &lt;br /&gt;O hai... e scarbos? Da? Serios?! DA! Idiotilor normal ca e scarbos felul in care vorbesc, pentru ca asta va e mintea... dezgustator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc tipilor ce nu fac parte din categoria asta. Pot sa schimb doua-trei vorbe cu unii fara ca orice gluma mai obscena sa fie luata ca dorinta de a face sex. &lt;br /&gt;Si da... consider ca mare parte din homosexualii sunt undeva mult mai sus decat multi din tipii "straight".&lt;br /&gt;Pft... sex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-1554117910173711506?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/1554117910173711506/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=1554117910173711506' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/1554117910173711506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/1554117910173711506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/08/baieti-hetero.html' title='Baieti hetero.'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/Sn3lJA_qF7I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCZ89j_q7e8/s72-c/tricou+lollipop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-4194705705299523640</id><published>2009-07-08T03:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:43:52.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adio, adio...</title><content type='html'>Adio si tie om drag, adio prietene.&lt;br /&gt;Nasol ca tu ai crezut si inca mai crezi toate prostiile alea despre mine... prietenia ta o pretuiam cel mai mult. Trist.&lt;br /&gt;Ma doare sa spun asta, dar sa ma prefac in continuare ar durea si mai rau... Adio prietene... atat a fost... atat ai vrut sa fie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-4194705705299523640?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/4194705705299523640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=4194705705299523640' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4194705705299523640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4194705705299523640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/07/adio-adio.html' title='Adio, adio...'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-4112603121376007387</id><published>2009-07-04T02:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:21:39.362+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatisare noua</title><content type='html'>Ei bine... da... am hotarat sa schimb in sfarsit aspectul blog-ului.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut asta din 3 motive: ma plictisem deatat de mult negru, rosu se asorteaza cu parul meu si nu prea multa lume avea rabdare sa citeasca un scris atat de mic.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca va place tema aceasta si ca ochii vostri nu o vor considera "dureroasa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai scris de ceva timp din simplul fapt ca a inceput iar perioada in care majoritatea sunt ocupati sa se imperecheze sau sa isi caute partener/partenera pentru asta. Astfel ca am luat frumusel o pauza de la tot si ma voi distra ca voi putea de mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duminica plec la mare vreo 2 zile... in sfarsit revad White Horse-ul. Daca au ajuns acolo oamenii care ma intereseaza ma voi intoarce acolo pe la jumatatea lunii si voi stationa vreo 2 saptamani. Daca nu gasesc nimic interesant acolo voi incepe sa dau ture prin tara si sa vizitez orasele pe care il indragesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah da... parul meu este in sfarsit rosu. Imi place cum arat... imi place mai mult decat de obicei:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne mai auzim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-4112603121376007387?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/4112603121376007387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=4112603121376007387' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4112603121376007387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/4112603121376007387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/07/infatisare-noua.html' title='Infatisare noua'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-1684870185927547288</id><published>2009-06-13T11:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:46:50.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurs:)</title><content type='html'>M-am inscris la &lt;a rel=”nofollow” href="http://www.concurslg.ro/"&gt;Concursul LG&lt;/a&gt;. E organizat pe &lt;a rel=”nofollow” href="http://www.bobbyvoicu.ro/lg" target="_blank"&gt;blogul lui Bobby Voicu&lt;/a&gt; si poti castiga un LG LCD LH5000 de un metru, manca-tz-ash!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-1684870185927547288?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/1684870185927547288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=1684870185927547288' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/1684870185927547288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/1684870185927547288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/06/concurs.html' title='Concurs:)'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-6432640914028474956</id><published>2009-06-12T22:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:04:17.942+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SjKvC4wR78I/AAAAAAAAARY/fRctN5PEHzk/s1600-h/Look+Down+Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SjKvC4wR78I/AAAAAAAAARY/fRctN5PEHzk/s320/Look+Down+Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346528171771686850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tastatura ar avea viteza gandurilor, atunci poate as reusi sa scriu cateva din miliardele de minuni ce imi trec prin minte. Mainile mele sunt confuze si e atat de placut. Am uitat cat de fantastic poate fi sentimentul de a scrie si de a iubi toate cuvintele ce imi ies din suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Rasul sinstru si sec imi rasuna iar in urechi, iar un zambet mi s-a asternut pe fata.&lt;br /&gt;Da, asa e. Am reusit. Suntem bine acum.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita cu ce am, nu vreau altceva, nu vreau mai mult sau mai putin, nu vreau sa traiesc in lumina.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt indragostita, sunt iubita, sunt undeva departe de lumea voastra si imi e bine. M-am ridicat de ceva timp din prapastia intunecata si mi-a luat mult sa realizez asta. Acum sunt intr-o intunecime oarba. Am intrat in sufletul lui. Acum e atat de bine si de diferit. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-am adus aminte de ce astept sarutul teribil pe care &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frumoasa zana&lt;/span&gt; mi l-a promis.&lt;br /&gt;Nici un om nu imi va mai sta in calea, nu imi mai umbreste nimeni drumul, nu mai permit strainilor sa intervina intre noi. Nu cand puterea lor nu poate darama dragostea si nebunia mea. Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;Astept sa mai faci ziduri, gratii, cutii, sa pui paznici si sa inchizi. Oricine. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frumoasa zana&lt;/span&gt; se va indestula iar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-6432640914028474956?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/6432640914028474956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=6432640914028474956' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/6432640914028474956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/6432640914028474956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/06/drog.html' title='Drog'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR_B_eUNecE/SjKvC4wR78I/AAAAAAAAARY/fRctN5PEHzk/s72-c/Look+Down+Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2831629671811955333</id><published>2009-05-14T23:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:52:33.962+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monstrul</title><content type='html'>Chipul meu a fost facut pentru a fi admirat, pentru a starni intrebari si pentru a ii ameti pe cei neinitiati.&lt;br /&gt;Chipul meu nu are o frumusete naturala ce emana inocenta. &lt;br /&gt;Am ochi de o superba tristete ce va invioreaza sufletele. Buze mari cu gust atat de ispitior si de amar de la perlele ce le-au creat ochii mei pentru voi toti... Nasul micut si sfios simte orice urma de durere. Cu un miros atat de fin nu puteti ascunde nimic... Nicio minciuna. Obrajii sunt rosii de furia ce ma cuprinde cand nu imi intelegeti frumusetea.&lt;br /&gt;De asta imi ascund fata dupa straturi inimaginabile de pudra si tus si parfum. Nu trebuie mai vedeti frumosul daca nu il intelegeti. Nu meritati. Acum priviti monstrul. E tot ce intelegeti. Voi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2831629671811955333?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2831629671811955333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2831629671811955333' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2831629671811955333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2831629671811955333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/05/monstrul.html' title='Monstrul'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-2478412801342399365</id><published>2009-05-11T22:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:56:09.201+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de pe telefon.</title><content type='html'>Mobilul e plin de notite scrise pe drum. Cateva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai uita la mine. Elibereaza-te de privirea mea si vei putea sa traiesti. Eu tot moarta raman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva zicea ca un erou este nascut pentru a schimba destine. Oare sunt o eroina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baia. Locul perfect pentru o crima. Poti face atat de usor sa para o siniucidere. Stii, nu? Putin sapun, sampon pe jos si ah... a alunecat. E frumoasa asa moarta, goala, plina de sange... nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai tipa. Esti agasant. Degeaba imi spui iar si iar sa tac, sa nu mai spun cine sunt. Nu sunt ca tine. Nu pot sa trec peste suferinta. Durerea din mine vrea cu disperare sa fie auzita si nu te las sa o opresti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumusetea nu vine din interior. Daca era intr-adevar asa atunci... atunci sora imi era Venus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-2478412801342399365?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/2478412801342399365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=2478412801342399365' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2478412801342399365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/2478412801342399365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/05/ganduri-de-pe-telefon.html' title='Ganduri de pe telefon.'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-546951847745231088</id><published>2009-05-04T22:50:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:22:37.869+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voma</title><content type='html'>M-am intors.&lt;br /&gt;Si e amuzant. Uitasem ce inseamna sa iubesti. Ah nu. Uitasem ce inseamna sa pierzi. &lt;br /&gt;Nu revin la ce am fost. Am ajuns altfel. Nu mai urasc. Acum veti avea parte de toata atenita mea. Absolut toata durerea posibila va ajunge la voi. Va vor curge lacrimi pana nu se vor mai inchide pleoapele de durere. Cand veti crede a am uitat voi aparea in fata voastra cu un zambet dulce ce va sfarama toate oasele.&lt;br /&gt;Voi face ce vreau. Nu traiesc vesnic. &lt;br /&gt;Devorez vinovatii. &lt;br /&gt;Amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect placut cand nu esti singur. &lt;br /&gt;Oamenii sunt placuti cand fug de mine. Cand fac cerc in jurul meu si vor sa planga. Oamenii sunt nefolositori. In mare parte doar.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa vomit suferinta peste toti. Si o voi face. Nu va realiza nimeni cand... dar inimile va vor sangera.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Iubitule. multumesc. Sunt doar eu acum. Tine-ma in brate doar si arata-te cand uita de noi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-546951847745231088?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/546951847745231088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=546951847745231088' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/546951847745231088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/546951847745231088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/05/voma.html' title='Voma'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096596667628905685.post-277582707486998147</id><published>2009-04-20T02:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:12:40.182+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NU pot.</title><content type='html'>Spun ca mi se rupe de toate. spun ca ma pis pe toti, pe toate si pe tot. si ce daca?&lt;br /&gt;de ce ma crede toata lumea? abia ma abtin sa nu plang. cacat. minciuni. nici sa plang nu mai pot. e un mare acat tot. imputit. &lt;br /&gt;penibil. sunt iar deprimata si nu imi vine sa recunosc. maaare prostie. bag picioarele. in blugi.. plec din casa. refuz&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau &lt;br /&gt;adio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096596667628905685-277582707486998147?l=diewunde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/feeds/277582707486998147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096596667628905685&amp;postID=277582707486998147' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/277582707486998147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096596667628905685/posts/default/277582707486998147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diewunde.blogspot.com/2009/04/nu-pot.html' title='NU pot.'/><author><name>Agatha T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879603954864784099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17358016238618635415'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>