<?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-8746667602326458850</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:44:49.654-08:00</updated><category term='politica de azi'/><category term='imparatia vesnica'/><category term='episod de dragoste'/><category term='Viata'/><category term='asa'/><category term='dragostea eterna'/><category term='despre fericire'/><category term='credinte'/><category term='jocurile copilariei'/><title type='text'>intotdeuna va fi cumva</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-7662194241631504450</id><published>2009-11-02T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:54:26.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='episod de dragoste'/><title type='text'>Iubire Eterna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/Su6bT2d30uI/AAAAAAAAAps/O__0JHgIiX0/s1600-h/1_la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399423768604431074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/Su6bT2d30uI/AAAAAAAAAps/O__0JHgIiX0/s200/1_la.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARTEA I-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNT MII SI MII DE CUVINTE FRUMOASE PE CARE LE MERITI , EU DIN PACATE&lt;br /&gt;NU LE STIU PE TOATE , NU LE STIU DECAT PE ACELEA CARE MA FACE SA VIBREZ DE FERICIRE CAND SUNT CU TINE , EU DIN PACATE NU POT ATINGE SOARELE SA TI-L DARUIESC , NU POT ATINGE STELELE SA TI LE DARUIESC , DAR ITI POT OFERII SUFLETUL , SI INTREAGA MEA FIINTA .&lt;br /&gt;SI DACA ITI SPUN TE IUBESC , INSEAMNA CA TE IUBESC PENTRU CEEA CE ESTI, PENTRU CEEA CE FACI SA SIMPT CAND IS CU TINE .&lt;br /&gt;TE IUBESC ANA SI TE VOI IUBI MEREU PANA IN ZIUA IN CARE SOARELE PE CER NU V-A MAI RASARI , PANA CAND LUNA – LUMINA NOPTI PE CER NU VA MAI FI , PANA CAND PAMANTUL NU V-A MAI FI PAMANT IAR CERUL NU V-A MAI FI CER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu iubita mea ,&lt;br /&gt;Pasind pe urmele tale de petale de trandafir&lt;br /&gt;M-ai adus in cerurii&lt;br /&gt;Cu mana dreatpa am atins raza de soare ,&lt;br /&gt;Vibrand de fericire&lt;br /&gt;Cu mana stanga am atins Luna&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine in acelas gand , trup si suflet&lt;br /&gt;M-ai facut sa ma simpt&lt;br /&gt;Un Luceafar printre stele&lt;br /&gt;Un zeu printre zei&lt;br /&gt;Un fat frumos printre printi&lt;br /&gt;Un rege al intregii lumi&lt;br /&gt;Care fara tine&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu ar exista&lt;br /&gt;Luna n-a mai fi luna&lt;br /&gt;Soarele in bezna ar intra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am luat cu mine clipele impreuna petrecute&lt;br /&gt;Nu am uitat nimic in urma mea&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc intens aceea zi Mareta&lt;br /&gt;Ziua in care tu mi-te ai daruit&lt;br /&gt;Ziua in care tu iubita&lt;br /&gt;Pe mine m-ai facut fericit&lt;br /&gt;Am luat cu mine ochii tai&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul tau plin de viata&lt;br /&gt;Am luat cu mine imbratisarile tale&lt;br /&gt;Dar mi-a ramas un dor nebun&lt;br /&gt;De ale tale saruturi patimase&lt;br /&gt;Ce fiori de placere&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul mi-l strabate&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc  mult de tot&lt;br /&gt;Si fara tine un Nimeni&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc si ma simt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vorba cu mine ....!&lt;br /&gt;A trecut mult timp decand sufletul cicatrizat de suferintele iubirii a stat mohorat si inchis in mine . Spre surprinderea egoului meu si a ratiunii mature de care tind sa cred ca dau dovada , sufletul sensibil si inima odihnita in negura suferintei , a prins vlaga incepand sa iubeasca patimas o femeie , mai bine zis un copil feminizat de la o varsta prea frageda . Da---! o fata al carui nume v-a ramane in anonimat . Nu stiu ce sa cred , cand stau sa judec la rece , cu intreaga ratiune , se pare ca sufletul si sageata lui Cupidon nu tine seama de aspectele  logice ale vieti cotidiene in care ne confruntam zi de zi , cu problemele cauzate atat de noi cat si de societatea infecta in care traim.&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie oare nebunie ? .... cert este ca dragostea si iubirea mea pentru EA .. a prins radacini in sufletul si intreaga mea fiinta . Intradevar iubirea nu tine cont de varsta , de aspectul fizic , sau de alte criterii inventate de noi .&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc, sunt fericit dar in acelas timp simt sufletul cum mi se macina , cum se framanta , in momentele cand nu am vesti de la Ea.&lt;br /&gt;Totul a inceput de la un simplu joc onliane , de la apropierea a doua suflete ascunse in spatele unui NIKNAME , moment in care fiecare putem fi cine vrea , putem visa si spera intr-un spatiu virtual , pentru ca adevarul este greu de dedus , si foarte usor de ascuns .&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum sunt altii , dar eu nu pot fi un prefacut , nu pot sa mint asa de frumos astfel incat sa pot eu crede o minciuna , pe care in ultimul rand s-o creada si altii.&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de conexiunea pe care o am , reala sau virtuala sunt o persoana sincera , in care poti vedea usor simplitatea mea , poti citi cu usurinta gandurile si sentimentele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Visezi, sa fii printre ele Te opreste sa incerci Teama c-ai sa pierzi Si ultima speranta Demult, te-ai inchis in tine Te minti ca asa-i mai bine Nu poti sta la nesfarsit Suflet impietrit Fara a schimba ceva Lasa teama deoparte Joaca totul pe un zar Nimeni n-a zburat vreodata fara a-ncerca macar Lacrimi in zadar Suferinta in dar Tie ce-ti ramane Doar un gust amar Tot ce vei visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hristian-George&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-7662194241631504450?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/7662194241631504450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=7662194241631504450' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7662194241631504450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7662194241631504450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2009/11/iubire-eterna.html' title='Iubire Eterna'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/Su6bT2d30uI/AAAAAAAAAps/O__0JHgIiX0/s72-c/1_la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-6513105286394981910</id><published>2008-11-23T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:51:44.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSlDtUKVHHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MWlX7OBfS5g/s1600-h/i67268309_48857_2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271819284599086194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSlDtUKVHHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MWlX7OBfS5g/s320/i67268309_48857_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarul Ascuns !! -partea a II-a&lt;br /&gt;El se ajezase comod pe canapeaua din sufrageria Ancutei , ascultand cu toate simturile tot ce-i povestea Ancuta , despre iubirea lui - despre Geny - .&lt;br /&gt;Ancuta : - " Sa stii ca te-a iubit de la inceput , si n-a incetat nici o clipa , traind numai pentru iubirea voastra . Da .. e foarte adevarat ca nu a facut nimic prin care sa reaprinda flacara iubirii voastre , din mai multe considerente . Aici , ai teancul de scrisori pe care le-ai trimis , iar la fiecare ai raspuns .. fara a ti fi expediate vreodata . "&lt;br /&gt;Pielea lui se facuse de gaina ... asculta si incerca sa traiasca cuvintele care ieseau din gura Ancutei . Se simtea ciudat .. simtea ca ceva ii scapase .. dar asculta cu toata fiinta lui in continuarie .....!&lt;br /&gt;Ancuta : " Ti-a fost ascuns adevarul pentru a te proteja de suferinte mult mai mari , decat fapta de infidelitate , cu care ti-a fost hranit sufletul . Acel act de infidelitate .. nu a fost decat un scenariu bine pus la punct , cu ajutorul varului ei . A recurs la acest gest pentru a te indeparta de ea , incercand sa-ti otraveasca sufletul si sa te determine sa renunti la iubirea pentru EA.&lt;br /&gt;De ce ? De ce ? ..... pentru ca intr-una din zile , a venit mama ta in vizita la Geny .. adresaindu-ise astfel """ Mama .. imi esti draga si imi este foarte mila de tine , stiu ca imi iubesti copilul si ca si el te iubeste .. dar ai face bine sa rupi acesta legatura . Gandeste-te ca acum esti tanara , esti frumoasa , dar sa recunoastem ca ai un mare handicap vizibil , faptul ca schiopatezi , si v-a veni mai mult ca sigur ziua in care Baiatul Meu .. , ii va fi rusine cu tine pe strada , te va neglija sauva umbla sa caute fericirea la alte femei sanatoase si cu care nu-i va fi rusine sa se afiseze in societate . Te rog reflecteaza acest lucru , si consider ca vei lua decizia corecta pentru a nu suferii tu . ""&lt;br /&gt;Fata lui i se intuneca la cele auzite si venele ii se umflara de nervi , de suparare , de faptul ca a fost orb si s-a lasat manipulat de a lui Mama si chiar de Geny. Nu mai putea face nimic .. trecutul era trecut .. dar avea regrete adanci in a lui suflet , nu era impacat cu aceasta idee .&lt;br /&gt;Ancuta :- Asa au stat lucrurile , aceasta este cauza pentru care te-a indepartat .. " nu a vrut ca Ea , ca iubirea voastra sa fie o bariera intre Tine Si Mama ta , intrucat era constienta ca mama ta , nu v-ar fi lasat in pace , cautand mereu mijloace prin care sa va umbreasca fericirea si iubirea . Te-a iubit atat de mult , intrucat a renuntat la tine .. in speranta ca vei avea o viata mai fericita alaturi de alta persoana . A urmarit tot timpul viata ta , bucurandu-se pentru tine , bucurandu-se pentru ca te ai casatorit , pentru ca ai o fetita si te-ai realizat profesional . "&lt;br /&gt;El a ramas fara cuvinte , era naucit si inca traia cosmarul acelei infidelitati mincinoase , cauta sa inteleaga comportamentul mamei lui .. dar nu realiza .. nu era capabil sa judece , era pierdut in ganduri , incercand sa deruleze faptele din trecut , sa faca legatura intre prezent si viitor .&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi fost el in stare de asa ceva ? Ar fi inselat el iubirea lor , fiindu-i rusine cu Geny in societate ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu isi gasea raspunsul ! si isi acuza in sinea lui parintele care i-a dat viata si l-a crescut .&lt;br /&gt;Anca - cu lacrimi in ochii povestea mai departe "" azi se implinesc 3 luni decand buna noastra prietena si-a luat zborul in rai , ar fi dorit sa ti povesteasca ea personal , dar nu a mai avut puterea sa traiasca , rugandu-ma pe mine sa te caut si sa-ti inmanez scrisorile si sa-ti povestesc aceste lucruri . Te roaga sa o ierti ca te a iubit si iubirea a luat-o cu ea in ceruri . Cu toate ca a suferit enorm , poate ca faptul ca nu putea fi cu tine , a macinat-o in interior , favorizand reaparitia tumoarei cancirigene care s-a extins , ducand la moartea ei ,..... sa stii ca fost fericita , si iubirea voastra i-a dat taria de-a se lupta cu boala . E trist .. dar adevarat . Poate ca daca erati impreuna nu se imbolnavea ; poate ca ar fi mai trait ; - nu putem stii un lucru pe care nu l-am trait .. si de aceea te rog sa nu te condamni nici pe tine si nici pe mama ta . "&lt;br /&gt;Naucit complect , cu lacrimi in ochi si sufletul indurerat , simtea ca cerul se prabuseste asupra lui , simtea regrete si se acuza pe el , insasi, de tot ce se intamplase cu Geny . A iubit-o si aceasta iubire inca mai traieste undeva in adancul sufletului , pastrand vie amintirea iubirii lor . Viata totusi merge mai departe ......... cu bune si rele .&lt;br /&gt;Povestea de iubire aici se sfarseste .. dar iubirea va dainui tot timpul in locasul ei , acolo de unde nimeni nu o poate urnii .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-6513105286394981910?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/6513105286394981910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=6513105286394981910' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6513105286394981910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6513105286394981910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/11/adevarul-ascuns-partea-ii-el-se-ajezase.html' title=''/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSlDtUKVHHI/AAAAAAAAApU/MWlX7OBfS5g/s72-c/i67268309_48857_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-7104938107845254020</id><published>2008-11-18T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:31:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adevarul Ascuns !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSMJXhm-jxI/AAAAAAAAApA/enJ_UjE-z9Y/s1600-h/i24489399_44218_2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270066288717106962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSMJXhm-jxI/AAAAAAAAApA/enJ_UjE-z9Y/s320/i24489399_44218_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarul Ascuns ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cu lacrimi in suflet , incerca sa-si explice .. De ce ? Iubita lui l-a inselat ? De ce a distrus visul lor ? Cauta in zadar raspuns , ca nu il afla . Ea ocolea acest subiect , punand o bariera intre ei doi , intre iubirea lor . El era dispus sa ierte , sa treaca cu vederea acest act de infidelitate , intrucat o iubea .. si era in stare sa uite durerea provocata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In zadar incerca sa se intalneasca cu Ea , sa discute si sa mearga mai departe impreuna in viata.&lt;br /&gt;Ea ... refuza categoric orice .. , evitandul in totalitate .. ., ! Pur si simplu dadea de inteles ca numai doreste nimic din relatia lor . Zilele treceau , ... treceau fara nici ceea mai mica speranta ca cei doi sa se reintalneasca .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retras in chinurile dragostei , dezamagit si fara sperante , El s-a inchis in el .. , suferind si traind amintirile placute. Singurul lucru care ii dadea curaj .. erau amintirile si iubirea ce i-o purta in suflet vesnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au trecut ani , ..... El s-a casatorit , era si tatic .., era intr-un fel fericit , implinit .. atat profesional cat si familial , dar undeva in sufletul lui inca traia aceea iubire pierduta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In primavara anului 1989 , cutreierand pe Lipscani, incercand sa-si omoare timpul pana cand avea tren sa plece spre casa , la familia lui , .. se intalnii cu Anca .. o prietena apropiata a EI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fata lui se lumina de bucurie ... s-au imbratisat de bucurie , retrangandu-se la o cafea , in povesti si pentru a si depana amintirile .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anca : Ma bucur ca ne-am intalnit pentru ca am multe sa-ti povestesc , si multe scrisori sa-ti dau de la Geny ... .!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geny .. este numele Ei , diminutiv ce venea de la Eugenia , care nu este alta decat iubita tineretii lui , iubita ce inca isi avea pastrat locul in sufletul lui .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El : Sincer , ma bucur ca imi poti da vesti despre Ea , caci mi-e nu mi-a raspuns nici la telefoane , nici la scrisori .. de 4 ani .&lt;br /&gt;Anca : Ar trebui sa mergem la mine .. ca sa discutam in liniste .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El era nerabdator .. era si fericit si in acelas timp trist , confuz .. , dar dorea cu orice pret sa afle orice despre Ea , despre Geny .. , cu riscul de a-si prelungi delagatia in Capitala , cu o zi sau doua .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va Urma .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;partea 2-a " Adevar Ascuns " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-7104938107845254020?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/7104938107845254020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=7104938107845254020' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7104938107845254020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7104938107845254020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/11/adevarul-ascuns.html' title='Adevarul Ascuns !!!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SSMJXhm-jxI/AAAAAAAAApA/enJ_UjE-z9Y/s72-c/i24489399_44218_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-8579887349238864705</id><published>2008-11-10T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:32:12.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezamagirea I. !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRhpu4t_muI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ebib5waIiTg/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267076018429991650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRhpu4t_muI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ebib5waIiTg/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezamagirea - partea I-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o duminica dimineata , a luni lui ciresar din anul 1985 . Soarele la orele 8 deja ardea bine , incalzind cu ale lui raze , capul lui lasat pe pervazul geamului.Era in acceleratul cu destinatia Medgidia .Era fericit .. ca urma sa petreaca o duminica cu aleasa lui , visand cu anticipatie la clipele ce vor urma ..... , gandindu-se la surasul ei angelic si sarutul pe care il v-a primi pentru buchetul imens de flori .. care il tinea cu mare grija , ca nu cumva sa se ofileze vreo petala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la gara si pana la EA .. parca plutea pe nori indreptandu-se in mare graba spre iubirea lui .&lt;br /&gt;Suna la usa! .... suna la usa !... si tulburat ca nu i se deschide , suna .. suna incontinuu .&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final .. se deschide usa .. , avand in prin plan pe Ea ... intr-o lenjerie intima , era sexi chiar daca i se vedeau cearcanele , ... avand o fata obosita , de parca nu ar fi dormit o noapte intreaga.&lt;br /&gt;El .. inca cu capul in nori .. visand in continuarie cu ochii deschisi .. la acel sarut .. care intarzia sa vina , nici nu a realizat faptul ca in incapere mai exista un BARBAT .&lt;br /&gt;Trezit totusi la realitate , intr-o fractiune de secunda a parcurs cu ochii lui rotunzi , intreaga incapere . Patul era ravasit .. ca dupa o noapte furtunoasa .. plina de desfatari carnale , ...pe masa erau 2 pahare avand pe fundal cateva ramasite din sticla de sampanie , care se afla goala aruncata undeva in mijlocul camerei... iar acel Barbat .. avea tricoul luat pe dos .. si descheiat la slit.&lt;br /&gt;El ... .. simtea ca totul se cutremura .. simtea o furtuna intensa care parca ii smulgea din radacini " inima ' ,... simtea o gaura-n pamant ,..cerul prabusindu-se peste acesta. Incerca din rasputeri sa inteleaga .. ce se intamplase ? .. dar era prea derutat , nefiind in stare sa mai gandeasca .&lt;br /&gt;Cazu .. prabusit in genunchi .. cu un racnet puternic .. izvorat din adancul sufletului .. "DE CE ? ..&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu bagase de seama .. cand acel barbat .. plecase fara sa spuna nimic .&lt;br /&gt;Era tacere .. lunga tacere . Pe fata ei se vedeau , mascate cu greu , lacrimi .. , iar el plangea ca un copil .. asteptand raspuns la intrebarea DE CE ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;" Cand as iubi ,&lt;br /&gt;mi-as intinde spre cer toate marile&lt;br /&gt;ca niste vanjoase , salbatice brate fierbinti ,&lt;br /&gt;spre cer&lt;br /&gt;sa-l cuprind ,&lt;br /&gt;mijlocul sa-i frang&lt;br /&gt;sa-i sarut scilpitoarele stele .&lt;br /&gt;Cand as uri,&lt;br /&gt;as zdrobi sub picioarele mele de stanca&lt;br /&gt;bieti sori&lt;br /&gt;calatori&lt;br /&gt;si poate-as zambi .&lt;br /&gt;Dar numai pe tine te am trecatorul meu trup ." Lucian Blaga&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;Va urma ... " partea a 2-a "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-8579887349238864705?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/8579887349238864705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=8579887349238864705' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8579887349238864705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8579887349238864705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/11/dezamagirea-i.html' title='Dezamagirea I. !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRhpu4t_muI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ebib5waIiTg/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-3868855625269863632</id><published>2008-11-09T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:41:10.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reintalnirea !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRa9gdVcb_I/AAAAAAAAAow/sCcsRGDEAVI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266605179584409586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRa9gdVcb_I/AAAAAAAAAow/sCcsRGDEAVI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reintalnirea !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timpul nu sta in loc , trecea..... si scrisorile de amor veneau si plecau de la unul la altul , precum gandul zbura , precum secundele se scurgeau.&lt;br /&gt;Ea , a terminat absolvirea facultatii , primind repartie aproape de locul de nastere , aproape de casa parinteasca . Era fericita .. reusise atat in viata profesionala cat si sentimentala . Primise de la stat , si o garsoniera confort 1 , in Medgidia ... cu vedere spre Canalul Dunare _ Marea Neagra .&lt;br /&gt;El .. a terminat serviciul militar , angajandu-se in orasul lui Natal , intr-o functie economica .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era fericit , avea un job care ii placea , avea o iubita care il astepta la fiecare sfarsit de saptamana .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multe clipe de iubire petreceau ei , transformand zilele in nopti si noptile in zile .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aveau tot ce le trebuie .. , nu se plangeau de nimic , intrucat erau scaldati in raze de iubire si fericire .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot ce le mai trebuia , era sa-si uneasca iubirea in sfanta taina a casniciei , intemeind o familie .. , cu acordul parintilor intrucat erau crescuti cu frica de Dumnezeu si in respectarea Traditiilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intru-na din zile , el a fost prezentat familiei ei , oameni simpli , onesti si buni gospodari , care le-a dat binecuvantarea ... cu rugamintea de-a traii in iubire si liniste sufletesca .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El .. radia de bucurie si fericire ca a intalnit niste oameni cu suflete de aur si har Dumnezeiesc .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In acelas timp .. el isi pregatea parintii lui .. pentru a si cunoaste viitoarea nora .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu tatal lui ... nu era o problema .. , fiind de acord cu orice ar fi facut fiul lui in viata sa personala , atata timp cat relatia dintre fiu si tata .. nu avea nimic de pierdut . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama lui .. era o fire iubitoare , care si-a crescut puii in dragoste si cu frica de Dumnezeu .. dar avea pretentii asupra viitorului in ce priveste viata puilor ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A urmat ... cunoasterea .. , acceptand intr-un mod tacit relatia lor .. fara a da de inteles ca ar fi impotriva unirii a destinelor dintre EL- fiul ei si Ea - viitoare nora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu le mai statea in calea fericirii lor . Luna si Soarele le erau martori la contopirea celor doua suflete . Pe cerul vietii lor nu se intrezarea vreo furtuna sau ceata. Traiau si visau in acelas timp , savurand din plin viata si tot ce le oferea societatea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_ "Inimioara ! Fericire !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fii pe veci cu mine !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pomii crengile -si indoaie ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peste ei , blajine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De-ati fi , fetelor , acolo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa auziti , ce soapte !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar mai mult nu va voi spune ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca-i Visati la noapte .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-i lasam mai bine singuri ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca la despartire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimenea sa nu le-auda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soapta de iubire .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............. Va urma "Dezamagirea "!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-3868855625269863632?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/3868855625269863632/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=3868855625269863632' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3868855625269863632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3868855625269863632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/11/reintalnirea.html' title='Reintalnirea !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SRa9gdVcb_I/AAAAAAAAAow/sCcsRGDEAVI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-8112456511505608250</id><published>2008-11-02T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:29:38.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea Iubire II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQ2cO4aotdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/QBYN5EqHfiU/s1600-h/i25999629_35857_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035318942184914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQ2cO4aotdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/QBYN5EqHfiU/s320/i25999629_35857_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marea Iubire II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zile treceau , .....si cei doi s-au trezit in luna mai , o luna prielnica iubirilor , luna in care ciresii is infloriti si intreaga natura este trezita la viata .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sosit si vremea ca , El , sa spuna adio sectiei de oftalmologie , sectie in care a cunoscut lumina sufletului , dar in care a cunoscut multe drame ale bolnavilor . Inarmat cu lozinca .. " viata merge mai departe " a parasit spitalul , pastrand in sufletul lui lumina intunericului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajuns , la centrul de instructie , fiind un soldat partial neinstruit , a fost repartizat pe Aeroportul Iasi , pe functia de sanitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cei doi , continua sa comunice prin scrisori de amor , dandu-le de lucru postasilor mai tot timpul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu se termina o zi , fara ca cei doi , sa nu si scrie cuvinte dulci de amor , fiind tot timpul in acelas gand si glas . Rasaritul soarelui pentru El , era aducerea aminte a zambetului ei , care il urma pe tot parcursul zilei , traind tot timpul cu Ea , intr-un vis , din care nu se trezea niciodata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distanta mare , nu reprezenta un pericol pentru iubirea lor . Iubirea exista si traia in sufletele lor in continuarie , chiar daca erau numai amintiri . Traiau si continuau sa viseze , in asteptarea a celei zile , in care destinul lor se va unii pentru totdeuna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au urmat .. si cateva permisii , concediu , perioada in care ei s-au intalnit , incercand sa recupereze timpul furat de obligatiile cotidiene .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privind din departare , eu si acum simpt mireasma imbatatoare a clipelor de iubire petrecute de El si Ea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"" Si daca norii desi se duc &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De iese -n luciu luna ,&lt;br /&gt;E ca aminte sa-mi aduc ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tine -ntotdeuna . ""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va urma ..... " Reintalnirea "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-8112456511505608250?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/8112456511505608250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=8112456511505608250' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8112456511505608250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8112456511505608250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/11/marea-iubire-ii.html' title='Marea Iubire II'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQ2cO4aotdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/QBYN5EqHfiU/s72-c/i25999629_35857_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-8428564071998609397</id><published>2008-10-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:29:29.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minunata Veste !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030375260523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030375260523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030375260523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030375260523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030375260523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi 30 octombrie a anului 2008 , a vazut lumina zilei , primul mugure din vlastarele copacului meu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E toamna , dar totusi copacul meu a inflorit ,a inmugurit , nascandu-se o noua viata , care sa continue datina pe pamant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da , azi is fericit , am o nepotica de 3,250 kg , sanatoasa si voioasa , care a venit pe lume sa mi lumineze sufletul si calea in continuarie . Is bunicut !!! - o veste care pe mine ma bucura , nu ma face sa ma simpt deloc batran ... ci dimpotiva parca is mai tanar cu 10 ani , de azi ..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este primul mugure , si ma rog la bunul Dumnezeu sa vina si urmatorii ... !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt asa de emotionat , de fericit ca nici cuvintele nu le gasesc pentru a multumi nurorei mele si fiului pentru cel mai frumos "Dar ' - primit .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numele ei este Medeea - , imi place numele si ii doresc multa sanatate si fericire .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca pana azi ... am lucrat pentru ai ajuta pe copii mei .. de azi voi lucra in primul rand pentru nepotica .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numele " Medeea " are radacini adanci in istoria omenirii , vine de la Medeea - mitologia greaca fica unui rege .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum Medeea noastra este printesa de azi si regina de maine a familiei pe care am intemeiat_o . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viata fara urmasi , este dupa parerea mea ca padurea fara copacii . In Marea Trecere , cand sufletele noastre merg spre ceruri - noi nu luam nimic cu noi ... totul ramane celor din urma ta .. copii , nepoti , stranepoti ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider ca is un om bogat , chiar daca nu am conturile pline cu euro sau alte valute ... dar am o bogatie imensa si nemasurabila . AM URMASI si Urmasi de la Urmasi .. , asa creste neamul .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ne traiesti Medeea si fii bine venita pe aceasta lume !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-8428564071998609397?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/8428564071998609397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=8428564071998609397' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8428564071998609397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8428564071998609397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/minunata-veste.html' title='Minunata Veste !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQoKPdd-jdI/AAAAAAAAAog/eGNx82bnwd4/s72-c/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-3575671461251248704</id><published>2008-10-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:50:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea Iubire !.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQYq0ZjOXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/NElnXbuTsRk/s1600-h/i19989900_26865_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940294329196242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQYq0ZjOXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/NElnXbuTsRk/s320/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu cred ca s-au descoperit cuvintele potrivite , pentru a descrie relatia de iubire dintre EL si Ea , doua suflete ,care eu cred din adancul inimii ca erau suflete pereche . Nimic nu le statea in cale de-a fi fericiti .Se bucurau de fiecare clipa , cand erau impreuna , iar cand nu, gandul lor era purtat de valuri de vant , de la unul catre altul .&lt;br /&gt;Cerul si pamantul era contopit pe vecie , in clipele in care ei se desfatau in placerile trupului , dar mult mai important si profund erau trairile sufletesti . Noaptea se contopea in zi , si ziua in noapte , luna si soarele parca erau nedespartite si pluteau pe cerul instelat tinandu-se de mana , dand parca de veste despre iubirea lor profunda si curata.&lt;br /&gt;Se lasau purtati in neant , pasii lor erau ca fulgii de nea , noaptea cand se strecurau in rezerva lor , un cuibusor de nebunii, unde se puteau iubi nestingheriti , unde stateau ore in sir la povesti despre tot ce le trecea prin minte. Aveau si gaseau multe subiecte de discutat , se aprobau reciproc , se mai contraziceau in anumite probleme filozofice pe care le dezbateau , dar orice discutie contradictorie era in cele din urma constructiva.&lt;br /&gt;In perioada cat timp, ea , a fost in covalescenta , in urma operatiei de la ochii , el ... nu se dezlipea de patul ei . Nu era numai o simpla pacienta pentru el , era iubita lui si facea tot ce era in putinta pentru ai alina durerile .&lt;br /&gt;Si-au unit destinul impreuna , jurandu-si iubire vesnica si ca nimic nu le va sta in calea fericirii lor .&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trecea , si venii si ziua in care ea refacuta partial , trebuia sa parasesca spitalul SMC , urmandu-si viata de studenta . La refacerea ei , o mare contributie pe langa vointa ei , a fost dragostea si iubirea dintre ei doi , dandu-i puteri nebanuite izvorate din adancul sufletului ei.&lt;br /&gt;El - a mai ramas mult timp inca in spital , in slujba bolnavilor , dar nimic nu se schimbase in relatia lor . In fiecare zi de vizita , Ea , era prezenta la El , petrecandu-si timpul liber impreuna cu el . Respirau impreuna aerul caldut de primavara , se plimbau in fiecare Duminica , prin parcul SMC - Bucuresti . Ba , chiar de cateva ori , reusise sa obtina invoire de 24 de ore , de la conducerea sectiei , timp in care se bucurau impreuna , cutreirand ca doi licieni , Bulelevardele Bucurestiului , plimbandu-se prin Cismigiu si Herastau ore in sir .&lt;br /&gt;Era frumos , si continuau sa traiasca profund in dragostea lor .&lt;br /&gt;Citand-ul pe Minulescu , cu aceste versuri am sa inchei acest capitol :&lt;br /&gt;" Si ne-am iubit cu- atata nebunie ,&lt;br /&gt;Ca statuetele albe ne-au privit&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochi gelosi ,&lt;br /&gt;Iar zeul a -mpietrit&lt;br /&gt;In mana cu o sageata -otravitoare !...&lt;br /&gt;Si ne-am iubit ,&lt;br /&gt;Si azi toata lumea stie&lt;br /&gt;Ca ne iubim ....&lt;br /&gt;Dar cat ne vom iubi&lt;br /&gt;Nici noi nu stim ,&lt;br /&gt;Nici lumea nu va sti !.. "&lt;br /&gt;Va urma ..... ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-3575671461251248704?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/3575671461251248704/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=3575671461251248704' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3575671461251248704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3575671461251248704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/marea-iubire_27.html' title='Marea Iubire !.....'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQYq0ZjOXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/NElnXbuTsRk/s72-c/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4666779348630406726</id><published>2008-10-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:42:11.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea ei !.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQSdxJvXB-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/7xtj-wuDA5w/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503732429293538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQSdxJvXB-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/7xtj-wuDA5w/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Povestea Ei .... !&lt;br /&gt;Era o tanara studenta , la ASE Bucuresti , care a adus razele de soare si briza Marii Negre , din Eforie Sud . Prin zambetul ei , se transpunea caldura chiar si in mijolucul iernii. Trandafirii imbobociti isi deschideau floarea , in preajma ei . Era o fiinta gingasa , suava si placuta . Nu te saturai numa sa stai sa contempli , uitandu-te numai la ea . Chipul ei niciodata nu trada suferinta care o macina in suflet . Era fericita , ii placea sa traiasca si sa savureze orice clipa minunata oferita de Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate , s-a nascut cu un defect , care ii crea un disconfort in viata , dar fiind o luptatoare si iubitoare de viata , trecea usor peste aceasta. S-e nascuse " Pelvian " - adica cu picioarele inainte , fapt care a condus la o infirmitate pentru toata viata , cu toate interventiile chirurgicale .&lt;br /&gt;Practic , viata ei de copila a " Marii " si-a petrecut-o numai prin scoli speciale si spitale .&lt;br /&gt;Cu o personalitate puternica , ambitie si multa munca , a reusit sa urmeze si cursurile unei facultati . Cu toate ca societatea o considera persoana cu handicap , ea niciodata nu a acceptat acest lucru, si tot ce-si propunea reusea cu succes. Mergea pe picioarele ei , dar schiopatand ... !&lt;br /&gt;In perioada studentiei , suferise o puernica deceptie in dragoste , dragoste care i-a furat fecioria si puritatea . Ea a suferit enorm , consumandu-si intreaga energie pentru o dragoste amagitoare , pentru un profitator care dupa ce-a deflorat-o , intorcand-ui spatele pentru totdeuna .&lt;br /&gt;A trecut si peste asta , resemnandu-se , dar nu cu orice pret .... , suferinta ei , efortul prea intens pentru a invata , lupta cu societatea civila , a favorizat aparitia unei tumoare canceroase la unul dintre ochi . Nu i-a fost usor deloc ... sa accepte ideea de i se planta un ochii de sticla .&lt;br /&gt;Dar cu toate suferintele ei interioare , problemele ei de sanatate , era o luptatoare , o invingatoare , sfida si lupta continuu pentru viata si iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Asa sau cunoscut ... El si Ea . In cadrul sectiei Oftalmologie , SMC Bucuresti .&lt;br /&gt;Ma trec fiorii , cand ma gandesc la faptul ca lui i-a revenit sarcina sa duca " ochiul iubitei " la laboratorul de oncologie . Era o durere si suferinta in sufletul lui , dar prin impulsul dragostei lupta si el mai departe , alaturi de ea. O iubea , precum iubeste fiecare ,- rasaritul soarelui , nu concepea viata lui fara ea , pamantul i se parea un mare desert fara razele ei .&lt;br /&gt;Dar indiferent de necazul care le napadea sufletul , dragostea era trumfatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Clipele de iubire , faceau pierdute in neant fiecare amaraciune a sufletului lor .&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de a continua povestea lor , as aveea rugamintea sa raspundeti la urmatoarele intrebari :&lt;br /&gt;1. Credeti ca relatia lui cu ea - ar fi o relatie bazata pe mila , compatimire sau Dragoste ?&lt;br /&gt;2. Credeti ca ea s-a atasat de el , ca de un colac de salvare ?&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;Va urma !&lt;br /&gt;" Marea Iubire "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4666779348630406726?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4666779348630406726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4666779348630406726' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4666779348630406726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4666779348630406726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/povestea-ei.html' title='Povestea ei !.....'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQSdxJvXB-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/7xtj-wuDA5w/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5761841759324608625</id><published>2008-10-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:01:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>povestea lui ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQISfDY5MiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ODkBP79PTIM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260787639417123362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQISfDY5MiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ODkBP79PTIM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era octombrie 1983 ... depunerea Juramantului Militar , pozitia de drepti de ore in sir in asteptarea " Comandantului Suprem Al Fortelor Armatelor " .... Tov Nicole Ceausescu ... devenise insuportabila pana si pentru ofiterii cu rang superior.&lt;br /&gt;Undeva in spatele stadionului " Ghencea " , cu intrare de pe Anteriana , erau adunati ca sardelele , toti militarii in termen pentru depunerea juramantului sacru fata de tara , partid si popor.&lt;br /&gt;............ Bum .. Bum .. un accident banal si stupid al unei aplicatii militare nereusite facura posibila pierderea constiintei , ducand in stare de lesin pe eroul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;...................................... Ambulanta .... Sirene ....Spital ..&lt;br /&gt;S-e trezira undeva in totala bezna , incerca sa-si deschida ochii si ceva nu-l lasa , avand parca greutati de plumb bacoviene pe pleoape. Era speriat , confuz .. nu realiza nimic din ce se intamplase , nu stia unde se afla , si nu-si explica faptul ca incerca sa-si deschida ochii si nu putea.&lt;br /&gt;Striga , urla de speriat ce era , zvarcolindu-se prin incaperea in care se afla , se lovea de pereti , cadea pe jos , fiind total dezorientat precum un bondar fara aripi.&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat , o asistenta cu o voce calda incerca sa-i relateze detaliile :&lt;br /&gt;_ " Sunte-ti in siguranta , va aflati la sectia Oftalmologie condusa de Generalul Maior Dr Profesor&lt;br /&gt;Mircea Olteanu - din cadrul SMC _ Bucuresti ."&lt;br /&gt;_ " A-ti suferit un accident , care a favorizat blocarea nervului optic , si numai detine-ti controlul pleoapelor " , O sa fie bine , credeti-ma , numa va rog sa va calmati caci altfel singur va agrava-ti sanatatea " .... Va rog ....&lt;br /&gt;El inca nu intelegea nimic , tremura din tot corpul si plangea ca un copil , simtea ca lacrimile ii curg pe obraz , dar parca era legat de maini , nici lacrimile nu si le putea sterge , simtindu-se total neputincios . In zadar incerca a se calmeze ... dar in cele din urma , datorita sedativelor adormisera. De fapt nimeni nu stia daca doarme sau nu ... el tot timpul avea ochii inchisi , lipiti parca cu picatura ... Vorba din reclama " picatura .. picatura ce lipeste nimic nu dezlipeste "&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Trecura un timp , investigatii , tratamente , cursuri intensive de orientare in spatiu pe baza de auz , miros , pipait , cursuri de alfabet braylle .&lt;br /&gt;Din totala bezna se trezi intr-un intuneric luminat de mintea lui , de sufletul lui. incepu-se sa vada cu mintea , sufletul , auz si pipait mai bine ca inainte . Chiar de multe ori se consola " am avut ochi si am fost orb "&lt;br /&gt;In scurt timp , reusise sa se faca iubit si placut de toata lumea .. de pacienti , asistente , studenti de la medicina aftalmologica , aproape de intreg personalul auxiliar de la etajul 7.&lt;br /&gt;Trecu-se ceva timp , decand traia in lumina intunericului , urmase chiar si cursuri de maseori , cu toate ca nu isi pierduse speranta ca intr-o buna zi va putea sa privesca rasaritul si apusul de soare .&lt;br /&gt;Tratamente , cursuri , si in cele din urma operatii ( 5 la numar ) ,si dupa mai bine de 3 luni .. reusise sa vada . Era in al noulea cer de bucurie , nu vroia sa mai doarma de teama ca nu va mai putea deschide ochii . Vazura cu ochii lui , fulgii de zapada si soarele cu dinti care radia prin geamurile salonului. Era fericit .. nu stia cum sa multumesca Domnului profesor Mircea Olteanu si dr Capitan Benone Carstocea . Ei au fost oamenii care i-au redat vederea , dar au contribuit si alti prin stimularea mintii si sufletului. Medici phisihologi , asistente dragute , studenti , profesori de cursuri , si nu in cele din urma chiar alti pacienti cu care se imprietenisera.Datorita comportamentului si a modului personal de-a se face placut , conducerea sectiei a hotarat sa nu-l externeze si sa-l pastreze pe functia de sanitar , efectuidu-si astfel si stagiul militar acolo , sub supraveghere medicala.&lt;br /&gt;Era complect fericit , nu se plictisea de loc , avea mult de lucru , dar ii facea placere , se ocupa de ceilalti pacienti care aveau probleme mult mai grave , ii servea cu masa la pat , le administra medicamente , le ungea buzele cu ceai in noptile cand aveau febra , povestea cu ei , le citea din carti proza sau poezii , ajuta asistentele de servici in toate problemele care se iveau.&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa toate aceste sarcini , care de fapt erau mai mult facultative , raspundea de curatenia , dezinfectia salii de operatie . Stand de vorba cu fiecare pacient , ascultandu-i , incurajandu-i , in acelas timp suferea si el pentru necazurile lor.&lt;br /&gt;Incepu-se sa cunoasca povestea fiecarui pacient : De ce a orbit d-na Adela ?- ii arunca-se sotul acid sulfuric in ochi ; De ce , nu vede Ancuta? - o frumusete de copila de 7 ani - pentru ca i-au scos un ochi niste parinti fanatici religiosi ,&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu vede Mohamed Ali ?- un tanar general de 23 de ani din Liban - ia sarit o schija in ochi in urma unui bombardament iranian .&lt;br /&gt;Si tot asa .... povesti adevarate si triste . Era multa durere si suferinta in rezervele sectiei de oftalmologie , bezna dar si multa lumina si caldura in fiecare suflet .&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;Va urma : Povestea EI ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5761841759324608625?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5761841759324608625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5761841759324608625' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5761841759324608625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5761841759324608625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/povestea-lui_24.html' title='povestea lui ....'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQISfDY5MiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ODkBP79PTIM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-7109173182721996336</id><published>2008-10-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:56:18.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermecat de caldura sufletului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQDGNHu1_aI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IyVLR76kQnE/s1600-h/i18756628_77703_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260422293484862882" style="FLOAT: left; 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Au intrat in vorba , s-au prezentat , au vorbit despre muzica , actori preferati , au analizat cartile citite , au filozofat , gasind multe lucruri comune .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In adancul sufletului lui .. simtea o chemare , simtea cum ii vibreaza corpul , mintea , era intr-o stare care nu si-o putea explica , simtea un sentiment in stomac la care sincer nici eu nu pot sa descriu , cu toate ca mi-e cunoscut acest fior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe fata ei , se intrezarea o mimica de om fericit . Sclipea toata ... radia de bucurie si fericire , ca totusi gasise pe cineva cu care sa comunice , sa simta ca e vie intr-un spatiu morbid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era clar , cupidon cu al lui arc , i-a strapuns pe acesti tineri , care impreuna pareau precum Tristan si Isolda . El era Romeo si Ea Julieta . Frigul iernii nu-l mai simtea , alaturi de ea simtea parfumul trandafirilor , cu toate ca aerul era uscat pe coridoarele Spitalului Militar Central .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simtea precum Luna coborase de pe cer si le lumina pasii spre un nou inceput , spre fericire , soarele cu a lui raze parca ii ocrotea de tot cei rau pe lume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trecura acea dupa amiaza de iarna , stand la taclale ore in sir , pana aproape de ora stingerii .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa despartire , nu si putea lua gandul de la ea , era agitat , nu isi gasea locul , abia astepta o noua zi sa o revada , precum rasaritul zorilor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inainte de a descrie aceasta relatie abia inceputa , voi relata Povestea Lui si Povestea Ei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va urma ! Povestea lui ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-7109173182721996336?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/7109173182721996336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=7109173182721996336' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7109173182721996336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7109173182721996336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/fermecat-de-caldura-sufletului.html' title='Fermecat de caldura sufletului'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SQDGNHu1_aI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IyVLR76kQnE/s72-c/i18756628_77703_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4135975387808813539</id><published>2008-10-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:37:30.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste de dragoste - introducere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645203337636130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645203337636130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645203337636130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645203337636130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645203337636130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu toti stim ce-i dragostea , fiecare dintre noi banuiesc ca a intanit-o macar odata in viata , chiar daca a fost si pentru cateva clipe . Marii prozatori , poeti , pictori , regizori - au ilustrat acest sentiment uman , in multe opere de arta ( literatura , poezie , pictura , film , teatru si nu in ultimul rand in muzica de toate genurile posibile ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa este , dragostea este un sentiment profund , un sentiment fara de care am traii tot timpul in bezna , si este imposibil ca sa existe cineva pe aceasta lume sa nu se fi indragostit cel putin odata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi ce crede-ti ? Poate exista persoane care sa nu iubesca chiar nimic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astept raspunsurile si parerile voastre !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Soarele s-ar stinge daca nu ar iubi nimeni "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" A iubi inseamna a nu cunoaste orgoliul si ura "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" A iubii inseamna a avea un fir pentru toate piedicile , o torta pentru toate drumurile , un pahar pentru toate fluviile "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Dragostea e alcatuita in acelas timp din infinitul mare si din infinitul mic "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iata , ca mai sus , este definita acest sentiment , prin maxime si cugetarii ale mai multor poeti , filozofi si mari carturari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Povestea pe care am s-o relatez , in mai multe episoade , este reala , iar faptele is din zilele noastre , nu este o poveste despre zane si feti frumosi - ci una simpla , traita de oameni obisnuiti , de un "EL " si o "Ea" - candva , undeva .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar inainte de-a patrunde in miezul evenimentelor , a trairilor , a starilor dintre aceste doua persoane , imi doresc sa aflam impreuna raspunsul la unica si simpla intrebare : DE CATE ORI POATE IUBII UN OM IN VIATA ? DE CATE ORI SE POATE INDRAGOSTII ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va urma !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partea I-a - " fermecat de caldura sufletului "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4135975387808813539?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4135975387808813539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4135975387808813539' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4135975387808813539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4135975387808813539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/poveste-de-dragoste-introducere.html' title='Poveste de dragoste - introducere'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SP4DchWG6SI/AAAAAAAAAno/xvtEwM28Uj0/s72-c/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-9071925486149317722</id><published>2008-10-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:26:28.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea Neamului !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsiGAeOWTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-ASI8RfPDnM/s1600-h/mulsul+oilor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258834476486514994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsiGAeOWTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-ASI8RfPDnM/s320/mulsul+oilor.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsimpX99DI/AAAAAAAAAng/z6DjkAo-7DI/s1600-h/pastoritul+oilor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258835037221942322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsimpX99DI/AAAAAAAAAng/z6DjkAo-7DI/s320/pastoritul+oilor.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsdMC-Ny9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7-xkHhm7Iio/s1600-h/prietena+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258829082678643666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsdMC-Ny9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7-xkHhm7Iio/s320/prietena+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPshzupFSqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rmYuBRa4YrQ/s1600-h/padurea+valea+teilor.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPshzupFSqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rmYuBRa4YrQ/s1600-h/padurea+valea+teilor.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258834162462575266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPshzupFSqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rmYuBRa4YrQ/s320/padurea+valea+teilor.gif" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poveste sau adevar ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am degand sa vorbesc despre povestea neamului omenesc , nici macar a celui Romanesc ci am sa va spun povestea numelui meu , poveste transmisa din generatie in generatie pana la un anumit moment . Eu nu incerc decat sa pastrez si sa transmit mai departe povestea neamului , si a numelui pe care il port .&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca ar fi fost 3 frati , cu obarsia undeva prin judetul Sibiu , care nu au suportat asuprirea habsburgica , si prin anul 1750 , profitand de ocupatia lor , aceea de cresterea si pastorirea oilor , au pornit oile , la vale . Si asa in porneala lor , au ajuns undeva in Dobrogea , intr-o depresiune , inconjurata numa de paduri , unde s-au ajezat la casa lor , casatorindu-se cu fete localnice , de diferite origini ( romance , turcoaice , aromane ). Satul in care s-au asezat , nu este altul decat Valea Teilor - jud Tulcea.&lt;br /&gt;Localnicii , le-au dat numele de" Porneala " de la porneala oilor , deoarece ocupatia lor nu era alta decat cresterea si pastoritul oilor , cantatul doinelor si baladelor mioritice , cantatul din ciumpoi si din fluier.&lt;br /&gt;Secole de-a randul asta au facut , au pastorit , cantat si s-au inmultit precum iarba.&lt;br /&gt;Azi suntem multi care purtam acest nume " Porneala " si majoritatea stiu si cunosc aceasta poveste , ca ne tragem din acelas sat , din ramura de oieri sibieni .&lt;br /&gt;Bunicul imi povestea , ca oriunde in lume , intalnesc o persoana cu numele de" Porneala " sa-i dau respectul cuvenit intrucat este sange din sangele celor 3 frati oieri sibieni. Nu exista coincidenta de nume , precum Ionescu , Popescu sau Ardelean ...etc , .&lt;br /&gt;Tind sa cred acesta poveste .&lt;br /&gt;Poate daca oile ar vorbi , as afla adevarul !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hristian.George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-9071925486149317722?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/9071925486149317722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=9071925486149317722' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/9071925486149317722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/9071925486149317722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/povestea-neamului.html' title='Povestea Neamului !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPsiGAeOWTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-ASI8RfPDnM/s72-c/mulsul+oilor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4803887349595347621</id><published>2008-10-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:19:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unde esti Tu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr5uvx1t0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/cHVxJ11clP0/s1600-h/vlad+tepes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258790096403281730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr5uvx1t0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/cHVxJ11clP0/s320/vlad+tepes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unde esti tu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Unde esti tu , Tepes Doamne ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa vezi cum aparutau Talharii ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cum se fura iarasi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In asta "TARA"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De la cel mai mic talhar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la cel mai mare " parlamentar ",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vino ! Tepes Doamne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu a ta judecata ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ta teapa - dreapta ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ne scapa Tara de talhari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mare hoti de buzunar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce fura ca-n codru ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zi lumina - amiaza mare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ne fura din leafa ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fara nepasare .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" De nu e vreun TVa ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigur - e impozit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe prostia Ta "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hristian George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4803887349595347621?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4803887349595347621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4803887349595347621' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4803887349595347621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4803887349595347621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/unde-esti-tu.html' title='Unde esti Tu ?'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr5uvx1t0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/cHVxJ11clP0/s72-c/vlad+tepes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-1694803948686451861</id><published>2008-10-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:01:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantec de legan !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr3cJV3crI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CnCoVlzSYJ8/s1600-h/alexandra+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258787577824506546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr3cJV3crI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CnCoVlzSYJ8/s320/alexandra+2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantec de leagan !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-O copil ... cu par balai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu privirea linistita ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu zambet de iubire ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si zbor de porumbel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dormi in pace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si somn usor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandul negru-ti este alungat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si somnul de-a ta mama vegheat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O copil ...cu plete de spic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dormi in linistea noptii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un ceas sau macar un " pic "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa cresti ca un trandafir !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zburda-n visul tau de inger ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copil - nevinovat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci somnul tau este vegheat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si trupul leganat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fluturi de vant ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vis frumos ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti-au facut legamant ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa te poarte pe-o saltea de nor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-a lor zbor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar cand aripele fluturilor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vor incetinii ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu !... te vei trezi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poezie dedicata ficei mele , in noptile cand plansetul ei , nu dadea pace noptii linstite si somnului de odihna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hristian George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-1694803948686451861?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/1694803948686451861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=1694803948686451861' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/1694803948686451861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/1694803948686451861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/cantec-de-legan.html' title='Cantec de legan !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPr3cJV3crI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CnCoVlzSYJ8/s72-c/alexandra+2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-6814276876569345971</id><published>2008-10-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:01:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUGA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPjg6bVw6MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aLr5VAPPApQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258199859331131586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPjg6bVw6MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aLr5VAPPApQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruga !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O popor roman ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nascut din Decebal si Traian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multe ai indurat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secole de-a randul ai luptat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai luptat cu turcii si tatarii,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa alungi negura vremurilor !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa pastrezi lacasul sfant ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;codrul si izvorul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holdele neatinse ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cerul Instelat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- UNDE ? esti tu - STEFAN ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doamne ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa vezi cum tara doarme !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-ti vezi Moldova Sfaramata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pamantul sfant - la altii instrainata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu nu vezi oare ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De-a colo din rai ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci intreg neamul tau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urmasii- urmasilor tai ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi la tine , ne rugam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tara si Moldova sa o salvam !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ajuta-ne Doamne - Stefan Sfant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-n faptuim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pacea si Unirea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe acest pamant .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci Testamentul tau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semnat de spade si razboie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu sfintenie l-ai lasat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legamant sfant .... si nepastrat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Moldova nu-i a mea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci a Urmasilor - urmasilor vostri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In vecii , vecilor "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numai ca de-a lungul anilor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vremurile s-au schimbat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar Moldova de Bolsovism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost luat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da-ne Doamne .... puterea necesara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ne unim iara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa cum o fost ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe vremuri - odinioara .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hristian.george &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-6814276876569345971?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/6814276876569345971/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=6814276876569345971' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6814276876569345971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6814276876569345971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/ruga.html' title='RUGA !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPjg6bVw6MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aLr5VAPPApQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5640677283168642822</id><published>2008-10-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:00:49.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemele Luminii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucian Blaga - poet , filozof si pot afirma unul dintre ZEII POEZIEI ROMANESTI , idol si preferatul meu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" intelegerea si judecarea adecvata a operei lui Lucian Blaga implica patrunderea pana la fondul ireductibil al personalitatii lui , adica pana la acele elemente care configureaza modul sau particular de a vibra in fata lumii ."&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EU NU STRIVISESC COROLA DE MINUNI A LUMII&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii&lt;br /&gt;si nu ucid&lt;br /&gt;cu mintea tainele , ce le-ntalnesc&lt;br /&gt;in calea mea&lt;br /&gt;in flori , in ochi, pe buze ori morminte .&lt;br /&gt;Lumina altora&lt;br /&gt;sugruma vraja nepatrunsului ascuns&lt;br /&gt;in adancimi de intuneric ,&lt;br /&gt;dar eu ,&lt;br /&gt;eu cu lumina mea sporesc a lumii taina -&lt;br /&gt;si-n tocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna&lt;br /&gt;nu micsoreaza , ci tremuratoare&lt;br /&gt;mareste si mai tare taina noptii,&lt;br /&gt;asa imbogatesc si eu intunecata zare&lt;br /&gt;cu largi fiori de sfant mister&lt;br /&gt;si tot ce-i ne-nteles&lt;br /&gt;se schimba-n ne-ntelesuri si mai mari&lt;br /&gt;sub ochii mei-&lt;br /&gt;caci eu iubesc&lt;br /&gt;si flori , si ochi si buze si morminte .&lt;br /&gt;Motoo : "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OPRESTE TRECEREA . STIU CA UNDE NU E MOARTE, NU E NICI IUBIRE , _ SI TOTUSI TE ROG : opreste , Doamne , Ceasornicul cu care ne masori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;destramarea . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5640677283168642822?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5640677283168642822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5640677283168642822' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5640677283168642822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5640677283168642822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/poemele-luminii.html' title='Poemele Luminii'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4465998476237260128</id><published>2008-10-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:02:57.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visuri desarte .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPdzIY2KfCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FcfS_wKZ-Z8/s1600-h/CIMG6441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257797677924121634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPdzIY2KfCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FcfS_wKZ-Z8/s320/CIMG6441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visuri desarte ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai plecat ....in lumina sufletului meu ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vant in furtuna ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si bezna ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai lasat -n urma ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sperante ... , amintiri desarte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visuri uitate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si dragostea-i un vis ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E totul ...si nimic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E univers stelar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tot ce ...nu-i rau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E binele ,... e floarea rasarita -n suflet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rasarita-n vis de viitor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un cosmar de azi ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fericire ...., suspin si chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E raza de soare ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apus de luna in noaptea instelata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E totul ... si nimic din cea fost vreo data .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hristian-george &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remarca : Poezia nu tine de foame , dar cel putin sufletul nu moare .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4465998476237260128?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4465998476237260128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4465998476237260128' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4465998476237260128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4465998476237260128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/visuri-desarte.html' title='Visuri desarte .....'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPdzIY2KfCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FcfS_wKZ-Z8/s72-c/CIMG6441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-2025414996537334881</id><published>2008-10-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:15:59.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste de dragoste sau prietenie ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPZBVKxINRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EWjtpG4bSoU/s1600-h/i19989900_26865_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257461446925104402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPZBVKxINRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EWjtpG4bSoU/s320/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era intr-o seara de iunie , ma pregateam impreuna cu o colega de facultate pentru examanul de contabilitate de a doua zi , orele trecura si fara sa ne dam seama , limbile ceasului arata trecut de ora 23 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o mica problema &lt;&gt;, fapt pentru care am fost nevoit sa raman peste noapte cu ea , in accea incapere , care era practic o camera de la un internat , inchiriat si amenajat pentru afaceri .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era un birou aerisit , mare , dotat cu flori , o masa de birou , o biblioteca , o canapea , doua fotolii si multe flori. Nu lipsea Tv , DVd si calculatorul si o mica bucatarie dotata corespunzator .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da , am ramas peste noapte cu ea , am invatat pana tarziu , am cinat , am ascultat muzica "Leornard Cohan " . Poate uni isi vor inchipui ca gata .... ne-am facut si de cap, ca am profitat si am facut sex . Ei bine sa stiti ca nu am facut absolut nimic , din care sa-mi fie rusine . Nu ca nu mi-as fi dorit , era o fiinta frumoasa , bine facuta , 28 de ani , sensibila , inteligenta , atragatoare , si pe deasupra indragostit lulea de ea . Cu toate ca eram casatoriti amandoi , fiecare cu familia lui , da ....da recunosc ca o iubeam foarte mult , lucru care il stia si ea . O iubeam ca barbat , ca prieten , ca om , numa ca ea in mine nu vedea decat un frate , un bun amic , orice numa iubit nu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In mine se dadeau lupte intense , o doream , stiam ca poate fi a mea ca femeie in aceea noapte .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar nu .... m-am luptat cu mine , cu organismul meu , batalie care cred ca o dat-o si ea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-ar fi cedat , as fi avut-o .. dar cred ca ar fi fost prima si ultima zi din viata noastra impreuna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fapt mi-a si zis "" Ma poti avea acum , dar ma vei pierde pentru toata viata " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inchipuiti-va cum este sa stai , imbracat in slip , langa o femeie imbracata numa in lenjerie usoara de vara . Ne tineam unul pe altul in brate , ne atingeam , dar ... fara sa mergem mai departe . A fost o noapte cumplita pentru mine , nu am putut dormi deloc , am stat treaz cu ochi inchisi , veghind somnul ei dulce .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au mai fost si alte nopti petrecute impreuna , dar fara sa mergem mai departe .... ( partea cu sexul ) , si recunosc prima noapte a fost ceea mai grea , urmatoarele au fost mai usor de suportat . Ma simteam fericit , ca eram langa ea , ii simteam pielea calda si catifelata , ii simteam caldura trupului si ceea a sufletului , eram fericit sufleteste daca nu trupeste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un secret " ESTE MULT MAI PROFUND FERICIREA SI ORGASMUL SUFLETESC DECAT CEL TRUPESC "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Condamnati-ma !! Am facut bine sau rau ? ca nu am ascultat glasul si impulsurile hormonale .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuarea relatiei .... cu alta ocazie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-2025414996537334881?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/2025414996537334881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=2025414996537334881' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/2025414996537334881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/2025414996537334881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/poveste-de-dragoste-sau-prietenie.html' title='Poveste de dragoste sau prietenie ???'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPZBVKxINRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EWjtpG4bSoU/s72-c/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-358915731881119007</id><published>2008-10-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:07:19.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lume &lt; Lume si iarasi Lume &gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPTck11hXKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7U4DR2eXHRc/s1600-h/i74166178_2661_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069190533176482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPTck11hXKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7U4DR2eXHRc/s320/i74166178_2661_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din pacate asta este- si eu fac parte din asta "Lume " , o lume care aluneca spre infectie , spre mizerie , coruptie , minciuna , si cate mai cate acte nedemne de umanitate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e sila de multe ori , sa ma gandesc ca fac parte din aceasta "Lume ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ma cosolez , gandinu-ma ca exista si lucruri frumoase pe asta lume ; Si padurea are uscaturile ei , dar este mereu verde si degajeaza Oxigenul , dar Lumea .......?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce degajeaza ??? raspunde-ti si voi dragii mei prieteni , cititori sau pur si simplu curiosi !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumea de azi ,  e nebuna , stresata , perfida ,...... .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor Hugo zicea  " Societatea omeneasca are uneori tainele sale , taina care pentru intelepti se transforma intr-un izvor de lumina , iar pentru ignoranti in negura , in violenta si in barbarie ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sunt intelept , dar nici ignorant - eu sunt bauturor de apa de izvor , iubind adevarul si ne-intelegand  rautatea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-358915731881119007?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/358915731881119007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=358915731881119007' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/358915731881119007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/358915731881119007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/lume.html' title='Lume &lt; Lume si iarasi Lume &gt;'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPTck11hXKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7U4DR2eXHRc/s72-c/i74166178_2661_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-3490462948912108754</id><published>2008-10-11T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:54:23.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sfat ....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPGfFWEx5bI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3WFfI6zjRY0/s1600-h/capela+calvarie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256157154291869106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPGfFWEx5bI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3WFfI6zjRY0/s320/capela+calvarie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fiu al acestui pamant _!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crestin sau musulman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sosit ceasul desteptarii,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clipa eterna , Clipa de iubire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru intreaga Omenire !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu si cu mine ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copii acestui pamant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insufletiti de raza soarelui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impreuna la Dumnezeu -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ne rugam :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru pace si iubire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru noi - intreaga Omenire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi trebuie sa luptam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu ganduri de prietenie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu sufletul curat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu spada in armonie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hristian George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-3490462948912108754?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/3490462948912108754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=3490462948912108754' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3490462948912108754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/3490462948912108754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-sfat.html' title='Un sfat ....!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPGfFWEx5bI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3WFfI6zjRY0/s72-c/capela+calvarie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4854788703638191913</id><published>2008-10-11T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:55:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradisul pe pamant 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEEif2jNMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/b0zIab_9B_U/s1600-h/valea+baita1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987230830441666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEEif2jNMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/b0zIab_9B_U/s320/valea+baita1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEEMt1csOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Do5ajKWShcE/s1600-h/cules+de+flori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986856626794722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEEMt1csOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Do5ajKWShcE/s320/cules+de+flori.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPED3EcbzlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TXd1ut47ozg/s1600-h/colo+sus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986484738772562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPED3EcbzlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TXd1ut47ozg/s320/colo+sus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEDoIXuaWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/E-KbjUU_O8k/s1600-h/capela+muntelui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986228094724450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEDoIXuaWI/AAAAAAAAAj8/E-KbjUU_O8k/s320/capela+muntelui.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las ca imaginile sa vorbeasca mult mai mult !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4854788703638191913?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4854788703638191913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4854788703638191913' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4854788703638191913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4854788703638191913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/paradisul-pe-pamant-2.html' title='paradisul pe pamant 2'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEEif2jNMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/b0zIab_9B_U/s72-c/valea+baita1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-6247826370321400579</id><published>2008-10-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:48:14.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un paradis pe pamant !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEBLUmIWuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Exlu7fIDDSA/s1600-h/curtea+mea+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255983534136908514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEBLUmIWuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Exlu7fIDDSA/s320/curtea+mea+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPD-sdbg9OI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vgHZ5AXQW-w/s1600-h/Baita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255980804909102306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPD-sdbg9OI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vgHZ5AXQW-w/s320/Baita.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acesta imagine reprezinta o particica din satul meu " Baita " de Maramures .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este un loc , un paradis as putea spune , aer curat , padure de brazi , rezervatie de castani , precum si multe izvoare cristaline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este la o distanta de 15 km de Baia Mare , asezat la poalele Muntilor Ignis .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toata viata am trait in orase mari , poluate , cu multa forfota si zgomot . Aici in Baita , ma simpt precum un cerb eliberat dintr-o gradina zoologica . Is liber , traiesc si ma bucur de aer curat , de parfumul conilor de brad , de parfumul branduselor primavara , iar vara nu ma satur sa bat potecile padurilor din jurul satului meu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E greu in cuvinte , sa descriu frumuseatea acestui mic paradis pe pamant .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aici de 5 ani , mi-am regasit linistea sufletesca , precum si dorinta de-a trai din plin .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru nimic , in lume nu as putea sa plec in alta parte , iubesc acest loc , cu dimineti racoroase , trezindu-te din somn prin cantec de pasarele de tot soiul ( vrabiute , pitigoi , ciocanitoare , precum si cucul ) . Prin paduri , ai ocazia sa intalnesti caprioare , vulpi , iepuri , precum si pe Nea Martin - dar care este tinut departe de sat , in rezervatii special amenajate pentru el .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa de izvor , este cristalina , rece si datatoare de energie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu Ai Pleca ? Ai renunta la raiul de pe pamant ? Ai renunta la linistea si armonia naturii ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-6247826370321400579?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/6247826370321400579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=6247826370321400579' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6247826370321400579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6247826370321400579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-paradis-pe-pamant.html' title='Un paradis pe pamant !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPEBLUmIWuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Exlu7fIDDSA/s72-c/curtea+mea+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4604631661017440482</id><published>2008-10-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:25:13.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO93NNgS-gI/AAAAAAAAAjk/8EOQY1t47cI/s1600-h/capela+calvarie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255550359011785218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO93NNgS-gI/AAAAAAAAAjk/8EOQY1t47cI/s320/capela+calvarie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;" ISUS " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai fost un om si-ai patimit ca dansul...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un Dumnezeu- cum te credeau parintii -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pluteste-n veci de-asupra suferintii:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El nu ne poate intelege plansul .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe Dumnezeu , de l-am vedea in cuie ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu pieptul plin de lanci , cu chipul supt ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am spune ca-i un joc , dar jertfa nu e :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El din fiinta lui nimic n-a rupt .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar tu ai sangerat pe negre cai ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supt umilinti ce nu le stie cerul ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu ai gemut , cand te patrunse fierul ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De-au tremurat si ucigasii tai .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si ochii tai ce-i blanzi se inoptara &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si gura ta s-a -nvenitit de chin ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si duhul tau ce nu putea sa moara ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smuls din trup suspin dupa suspin ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un om , un om prin patimele tale !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si totusi cat de sus , lumina mea ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te-a inaltat rabdarea sfanta a ta !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De mila ta , la glasul tau de jale ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa se destepte morti de mii de vremi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S_adancul lumii sa se infioare ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar TU - sa ai privirea iertatoare ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un om sa fii - si tot nu blestemi !..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum au putut sa stee laolalta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atata chin s-atata bunatate ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se raceste mintea si nu poate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa te urmeze -n lumea ta inalta ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Al nostru esti : al celor slabi si goi -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pamant ti-e trupul si-n pamant s-ascunde ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar umbra ta ramane printre noi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si inima te simpte orsiunde ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de Panait Cerna &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scurt comentariu : este o poezie dintre cele mai frumoase ale lui Panait Cerna , fiind o poezie filozofica prin care poetul Cerna incearca si reuseste sa ilustreze conceptia sa ideologica -filozofica .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In poezia ISUS - intalnim ideea jertfei absolute , Isus a fost om , nu un Dumnezeu , in conceptia poetului , un Om care a devenit un Dumnezeu , pentru intreaga crestinatate &gt;&gt;. Ai sangerat pe negre cai/ subt umilintii ce nu le stie cerul / tu ai gemut , cand te patrunse fierul / de au tremurat si ucigasii tai . In acesta poezie , Isus primeste calvarul cu resemnare , sacrificandu-se pentru binele omenirii .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerna era preocupat de absorbirea ideilor in mituri sau simboluri .Impartasea ca si Goethe un ideal umanist .Asemenea titanului razvratit impotriva lui Zeus , Cerna nazuia catre afirmarea fortei omului pe pamant , a capacitatii sale de a si faurii singuri soarta sfidandul pe " Demiurg "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Aici raman - si voi zidi mereu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fapturi de oameni , dupa chipul meu -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un neam la fel ca mine :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa sufere , sa planga , sa munceasca &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si sa se veselesca ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si sa se uite cu dispret la tine _ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca mine !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4604631661017440482?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4604631661017440482/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4604631661017440482' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4604631661017440482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4604631661017440482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/isus-ai-fost-un-om-si-ai-patimit-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO93NNgS-gI/AAAAAAAAAjk/8EOQY1t47cI/s72-c/capela+calvarie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5841704675901596734</id><published>2008-10-08T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:20:25.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poezia prafuita si uitata !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO0Toe4DRbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LWH6L6HZQfc/s1600-h/eclipsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877926415091122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO0Toe4DRbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LWH6L6HZQfc/s320/eclipsa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panait Cerna &lt;&gt;" Discret si invizibil poetul Panait Cerna , a evitat cenaclurile , reclama , ziarele de tiraj , nu a tras de mana sau pulmana pe nimeni , a scris cu alte cuvinte pentru el , si pentru cei care vor sa-i recunosca valoarea artistica fara obligatii sau compromisuri &lt; " FARMEC DE LUNA In ritmul lin al adierii Doi meri s-alatura-n floriti, Soptind duios in faptul serii Ca doi amanti inlantuiti . Se mira floarea si suspina ... In loc de inimi arzatoare indragostitii din gradina Au cate o privighetoare. Un cantec vibrator vibreaza : E una din priveghetori _ Cealalta Tace si Viseaza Cutremurata de fiori. Dar cum apare luna noua Sclipind in frunza tremurata , privighetorile -amandoua incep sa cante - deodata. Panai Cerna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5841704675901596734?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5841704675901596734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5841704675901596734' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5841704675901596734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5841704675901596734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/10/poezia-prafuita-si-uitata.html' title='Poezia prafuita si uitata !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SO0Toe4DRbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LWH6L6HZQfc/s72-c/eclipsa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-8167730636748290517</id><published>2008-07-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:40:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS dorii !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SHEr9iRFhjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P9MoiS3HjuA/s1600-h/CIMG6454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SHEr9iRFhjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P9MoiS3HjuA/s320/CIMG6454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001779269600818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मी-&lt;span&gt;आर D&lt;/span&gt;a mi-as dori sa fiu precum copacul !! Primavara, si vara in plina viata , activitate intensa , dragoste , iubire ! Iar toamna si iarna in proces de refacere ! De reintinerire !!&lt;br /&gt;Da - mi-ar place ca nu as imbatranii niciodata !!!&lt;br /&gt;Ani vor trece fara sa-mi pese !!&lt;br /&gt;Oricum eu sunt Stejarul gradinii mele uar sufletul imi este precum bradul ( verde intodeuna si plin de viata )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-8167730636748290517?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/8167730636748290517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=8167730636748290517' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8167730636748290517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/8167730636748290517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-dorii.html' title='AS dorii !!!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SHEr9iRFhjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P9MoiS3HjuA/s72-c/CIMG6454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-6925646525311129054</id><published>2008-04-20T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:52:49.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" dificila si Insuportabila "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAr2OEcw7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hAHqY746QKY/s1600-h/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAr2OEcw7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hAHqY746QKY/s320/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191232242070908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva drag mie imi spunea " Is dificila si insuportabila "&lt;br /&gt;De ce oare a ajuns la aceasta concluzie? , nu pot sa-mi dau seama , pentru ca eu vad in ea fiinta ceea mai placuta ochiului sufletului meu ! E o persoana dulce , apetisanta , un suflet nobil , iubitor si dornic de iubire !&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare dintre noi avem o parte dificila si chiar insuportabila pentru noi insine , nu numai pentru cei din jurul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;Face parte acest"dificil " din propiul nostru EU , din sentimentele noastre interioare , despre care nu intotdeuna vrem sa vorbim despre ele . De ce ? De frica , de teama de-a nu fi intelesi de cei din jurul nostru , atata timp cand nici macar noi insine de multe ori nu ne intelegem &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si eu is dificil si insuportabil uneori !&lt;br /&gt;Dar lupt cu mine insumi sa trec peste acest handicap , prin autoeducare a sufletului , a trupului .&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o relatie dintre doua persoane acest handicap se trateaza prin comunicare , dragoste , iubire sufleteasca , cedand fiecare din orgolii in favoarea bunului mers al relatiei .&lt;br /&gt;Cand se infiripeaza dragostea si respectul reciproc , acest ' dificil si insuportabil " devine mai insuportabil fara existenta lui.&lt;br /&gt;Prin urmare , cand iubesti pe cineva , il iubesti atat pentru calitatile sale cat si pentru defectele pe care le are . Fiecare dintre noi avem defecte , comune sau specifice , lucru care de fapt ne fac unici . Eu nu pot fi ca tine , nici tu ca mine - dar amandoi putem gasii solutia comuna care sa conduca la " trainicia relatiei "Doua persoane dupa parea mea trebuie sa ajunga sa cunoasca PROFUNZIMEA "&lt;br /&gt;Despre cunoasterea"Profunda " voi vorbi in episodul urmator !&lt;br /&gt;NU UITA : " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fericirea este uneori ascunsa in necunoscut&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-6925646525311129054?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/6925646525311129054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=6925646525311129054' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6925646525311129054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/6925646525311129054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/dificila-si-insuportabila.html' title='&quot; dificila si Insuportabila &quot;'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAr2OEcw7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hAHqY746QKY/s72-c/i19989900_26865_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5187314907604751317</id><published>2008-04-19T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:58:35.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maxima zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;MAXIMA ZILEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="IT"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="RO"&gt;19 Aprilie 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="RO"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="RO"&gt;Oamenilor le este intodeauna frica de   schimbare! Nu le-a fost oare frica cand s-a inventat electricitatea?   Oamenilor le-a fost frica de carbuni, de motoarele care functioneaza cu benzina...   intodeauna va exista ignoranta, iar ignoranta duce la frica. Insa cu timpul,   oamenii ajung sa accepte schimbarea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold;" lang="RO"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208602620_0"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5187314907604751317?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5187314907604751317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5187314907604751317' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5187314907604751317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5187314907604751317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/maxima-zilei.html' title='maxima zilei'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-7562629636840270949</id><published>2008-04-19T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:56:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bancuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAnBtEcw7VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WWbsF4gFQXY/s1600-h/i20553452_10260_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAnBtEcw7VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WWbsF4gFQXY/s320/i20553452_10260_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190893025553870162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;*********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: In sfarsit. Am asteptat asta atata timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: Vrei sa plec?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Ai inebunit? Nici sa nu te gindesti la asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: Ma iubesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Bineinteles! Tot timpul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: M-ai inselat vreodata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Doamne fereste! Bineinteles ca nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: O sa faci sex numai cu mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Sigur ca da. Cu orice ocazie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: O sa ma lovesti vreodata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Ai inebunit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: Pot sa am incredere in tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Barbatul: Da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Femeia: Iubitule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;si acum citeste de jos in sus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula s-a dus la taica-su si a cerut 100 lei sa se duca la femei. Tata ii da 100 lei si Bula pleaca. Pe scari Bula bucuros se intalneste cu Maria. Maria il intreaba:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Bula unde pleci asa bucuros ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula ii raspunde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Mi-a dat tata 100 de lei sa ma duc la femei!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria ii zice:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Da suta aia incoa si vino cu mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria se dezbraca!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula se dezbraca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Suie-te pe mine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula se suie pe ea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Bag-o!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula o baga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Scoate-o!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula o scoate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Bag-o!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula o baga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Scoate-o!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula o scoate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Maria: Bag-o!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Bula: Auzi, ia da suta aia incoace ca vad ca esti nehotarita!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;************&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;O profesoara noua incearca sa predea lectii de psihologie unor copii. Ea intra in clasa spunand:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Cine crede ca e prost, sa se ridice in picioare!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;Dupa citeva secunde, se ridica in picioare Bula. Profesoara i se adreseaza:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Tu de ce crezi ca esti prost?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:red;"&gt;- Nu sint prost, doamna, dar imi parea rau sa stati in picioare numai dumneavoastra!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Un cuplu ia cina intr-un restaurant de lux. La un moment dat se apropie de masa lor o femeie foarte atragatoare si clar mai tanara decat sotia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Necunoscuta se apleaca si-l saruta pe barbat cu un gest plin de familiaritate si tandrete. Sotia hiper-revoltata intreaba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- Cine e fufa asta? - la care sotul raspunde calm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- E amanta mea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sotia riposteaza pe un ton ucigas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- Divortez! Ma mut inapoi la mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sotul nu-si pierde calmul si-i raspunde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- Bine, daca tu crezi ca iti va fi mai bine asa. Dar nu uita ca dupa divort se vor termina vacantele in strainatate, shopping-ul de Craciun la Paris, vacantele de schi in Alpi si asa mai departe. Eu nu tin neaparat sa divortez dar nu iti voi sta in cale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Minute de tacere in clinchet de tacamuri. Deodata se deschide usa si intra cel mai bun amic al cuplului la brat cu o femeie tanara si atragatoare. Sotia intreaba consternata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- Cine-i tipa care a intrat cu Mitica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sotul raspunde fara vreo modificare in tonul vocii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;- Este Fifi, amanta lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dupa alte cateva secunde de tacere se aude vocea sotiei spunand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A noastra-i mai frumoasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;Un cioban pastea cele 100 de oi intre doua parcele de porumb si cum statea el sprijinit in toiag si medita vine proprietarul si il intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- Ce faci mai ciobane pe pamantu meu?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu vezi? pasc oile...&lt;br /&gt;- Vezi ca esti obraznic, poate iti f*t una!&lt;br /&gt;La care ciobanul ii raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Poti sa le f*ti pe toate, eu doar le pazesc...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;*************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;La Palatul Victoria se opreste badea Gheorghe cu bicicleta si o reazema de gard si incepe sa caste ochii in jur. Gardianul:&lt;br /&gt;- Bade, ia bicicleta de-aici ca vin ministrii, primul-ministru...&lt;br /&gt;- No, ca nu-i bai, i-am pus lacat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;I: Ce au babele intre tite?&lt;br /&gt;R: Buricul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;***********&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;Un cuplu apare la un curs de biologie si pentru ca erau certati, femeia se aseaza in primul rand, iar barbatul in ultimul rand. La un moment dat, profesorul zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Un taur sanatos trebuie sa aiba pana la 12 cuplari pe zi...&lt;br /&gt;Femeia din primul rand:&lt;br /&gt;- Ma scuzati, domnule profesor, cate?&lt;br /&gt;- Pana la 12.&lt;br /&gt;- Repetati, va rog, pentru ultimul rand!&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul din ultimul rand:&lt;br /&gt;- Spuneti-mi, profesore, este vorba de cuplarile cu o singura vaca sau cu 12?&lt;br /&gt;- Desigur, cu 12.&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc, repetati, va rog si pentru primul rand...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;********************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;Doi tipi se ciocnesc din greseala intr-un supermarket. Primul tip catre celalalt:&lt;br /&gt;- Imi cer mii de scuze, ma uitam dupa nevasta-mea!&lt;br /&gt;- Sincer, si eu ma uit dupa a mea, Cred ca ne-am ratacit.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar cum arata sotia dvs? Poate mergem sa le cautam impreuna!&lt;br /&gt;- Inalta, picioare lungi, 90 - 60 - 90, dar a dvs?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai conteaza, hai s-o cautam pe a ta!...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;***************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;Un tip vorbeste cu prietenul lui:&lt;br /&gt;- M-am gandit sa-mi omor nevasta... dar incerc sa gasesc solutia crimei perfecte... ma tot gandesc si nu-mi vine nici o idee...&lt;br /&gt;Amicul, mai hatru din fire, ii zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Simplu, fa sex cu ea tot timpul, dar tot timpul, si o s-o obosesti atat de tare ca o sa moara. Crima perfecta!&lt;br /&gt;Se intalnesc peste 6 luni. Nevasta era frumoasa, infloritoare, iar sotul abia se mai tara.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce faci? il intreaba prietenul.&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, asa si asa, dar uita-te la ea, proasta, habar n-are ca-i pe moarte!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="color:black;"&gt;*****************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;Un barbat se intoarce seara tarziu de la o bauta cu pretenii. Intra in casa nervos, bate cu pumnu' in masa si striga la nevasta-sa:&lt;br /&gt;- Femeie, cine e sefu' in casa asta?&lt;br /&gt;Femeia, scurt, ii scapa un dos de palma peste gura. Barbatul resemnat:&lt;br /&gt;- Da' ce? Nici macar sa intreb n-am voie?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;****************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);" lang="EN-US"&gt;Este vara si foarte cald. Sotul iese din baie si ii spune sotiei:&lt;br /&gt;- Iubito, e foarte cald si trebuie sa tund peluza. Ce crezi ca vor spune vecinii daca ies afara dezbracat?&lt;br /&gt;Sotia il priveste si raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Ca probabil m-am casatorit cu tine pentru bani...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-7562629636840270949?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/7562629636840270949/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=7562629636840270949' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7562629636840270949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7562629636840270949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/bancuri.html' title='bancuri'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SAnBtEcw7VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WWbsF4gFQXY/s72-c/i20553452_10260_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-821975003746962734</id><published>2008-04-12T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:02:49.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asa'/><title type='text'>diverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACy4Mi4RHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KO-PZiEWMGc/s1600-h/pic14364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACyLMi4REI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kRNT91SjRCA/s320/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188342676146635842" 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/8746667602326458850-821975003746962734?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/821975003746962734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=821975003746962734' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/821975003746962734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/821975003746962734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/diverse.html' title='diverse'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACy4Mi4RHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KO-PZiEWMGc/s72-c/pic14364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-526612736486065140</id><published>2008-04-12T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:28:30.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica de azi'/><title type='text'>Scrisoare Politicienilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACq3ci4RDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7QTI1aCsUd0/s1600-h/i24731988_78275_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACq3ci4RDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7QTI1aCsUd0/s320/i24731988_78275_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188334640262825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce sa zic , ce se intampla cu viata economica a acestei tari , in care traim .&lt;br /&gt;Aici s-au nascut si au trait strabunii nostri ( strabunici , bunici , parinti ) , aici in pamantul tarii zac sub crucea de piatra , aici in Romania si-au facut rostul . Tot aici ne-am nascut si noi , si copii nostri , dar de 15 ani incoace , au plecat prin alte tarii pentru a se realiza , pentru a duce o viata mai buna !&lt;br /&gt;Oare  pana cand , noi romanii , vom fi generatii de sacrificiu ? Pana cand vom rabda lipsuri si vom duce grija zilei de maine ?&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand , copii nostri , nepotii nostrii vor lua cu asalt lumea occidentala pentru un loc de munca si pentru o viata mai decenta ?&lt;br /&gt;Oare , aici in Romania - nu sunt conditii ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt - dar nu pentru oricine !&lt;br /&gt;Stimatii - politicieni - ganditi-va mult mai mult la opinca tarii si nu la bunul mers al  domniei voastre !&lt;br /&gt;Romanul - nu mai este asa de fraier si de prost cum credeti !&lt;br /&gt;Va venii - vremea cand nu ve-ti mai crezuti , ca prea mult v-ati batut joc de aceasta tara , de acest popor ! totul a fost bine pana v-ati vazut acolo sus !&lt;br /&gt;Cugetati si reflectatii " nimic nu e vesnic , niciodata nu va fi la fel , dar intotdeuna va fi cumva "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-526612736486065140?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/526612736486065140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=526612736486065140' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/526612736486065140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/526612736486065140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/scrisoare-politicienilor.html' title='Scrisoare Politicienilor'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SACq3ci4RDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7QTI1aCsUd0/s72-c/i24731988_78275_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-7787875742923837655</id><published>2008-04-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:37:48.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre fericire'/><title type='text'>FERICIREA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_kYYXjMZlI/AAAAAAAAADs/_kPxDtsAioE/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_kYYXjMZlI/AAAAAAAAADs/_kPxDtsAioE/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186203252811392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea " Vrea ca toata lumea sa fie Fericita "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ma face pe mine fericit , e posibil ca pe tine sa nu te faca fericit , dar e important e sa fii fericit tu , caci fericirea ta ma face mai fericit pe mine .&lt;br /&gt;De Ce ? - Pentru ca iubesc viata , iubesc tot cei frumos , iubesc natura , iubesc frumosul , iubesc intreaga " Omenire "&lt;br /&gt;Victor Hugo spunea " Pentru a fi fericit nu-i de ajuns sa ai fericirea , trebuie sa o si meriti "&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as da toate clipele , mi-as da toate bunurile , doar pentru putina fericire .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minti sa zic , ca in fiecare zi is fericit , e aproape imposibil - atata timp cat auzi la stirile Pro-tv , ca Acolo a fost un incendiu , ca nu stiu unde au murit oameni , ca nu stiu unde au fost cutremure , ca tata si-a omorat fiul , ca tata si-a violat fica , etc&lt;br /&gt;Oare cand se va trezi Omenirea ? Cand va inceta sa fie atat de egoista ? Cand va inceta sa nu mai fie atata Ura ?&lt;br /&gt;Dar cu toate acestea , incerc sa-mi traiesc viata mai departate , luptand pentru fericirea mea , luptand pentru fericirea intregii Omeniri !&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la lucruri mai simple , eu is fericit ca exist , ca respir , ca traiesc atat pentru mine cat si pentru alti.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot concepe fericirea de unul singur , fericirea trebuie intotdeuna impartasita si traita cel putin de 2 persoane in acelas timp . Nu cred ca exista fericirea singuratica , aceasta deja cred ca e egoism.&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea e precum o floare , pe care nimeni nu o poate transplata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fericit e cel care poate sa se nasca , sa traiasca si sa moara pe pamantul stramosesc ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cauta fericirea , peste mari si tari , ea este acolo in sufletul tau , e atat de aproape de tine , ca nici nu-ti dai seama , las-o numa sa izbucneasca , sa radieze in preajma ta !&lt;br /&gt;Vei fi mult mai fericit - daca faci pe altul fericit !&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca fiti fericiti ca sa fiu si eu fericit !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-7787875742923837655?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/7787875742923837655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=7787875742923837655' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7787875742923837655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/7787875742923837655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/fericirea.html' title='FERICIREA !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_kYYXjMZlI/AAAAAAAAADs/_kPxDtsAioE/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5997265240526450868</id><published>2008-04-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:43:01.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='episod de dragoste'/><title type='text'>Fantezie !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Utu3jMZkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zws0IqWdK_E/s1600-h/i15081380_25050_2[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185100829195789890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Utu3jMZkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zws0IqWdK_E/s320/i15081380_25050_2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era imbracata intr-o camasa de noapte transparenta de culoare rozmarin , i se vedeau toate formele corpului , nu avea nimic pe ea !&lt;br /&gt;Ochii i-mi sari-se din orbinte , simteam ceva in stomac - sentiment pentru care nu gasesc cuvintele pentru a ma exprima , simteam o fierbinteala in tot corpul si ceva din mine intarindu-se la dimensiuni mari !&lt;br /&gt;Wow , abia incercam sa ma abtin , sa-mi controlez insinctele animalice din mine .&lt;br /&gt;Sfarcurile sanilor ei , erau intarite si semanau cu doua boabe de strugure negru care abia asteptau sa fie stoarse . Avea un mers de gazela , plimbandu-se prin fata mea , prin camera de oaspeti , se unduia precum o trestie , in bataia unui vant lent de primavara !&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa ma abtin , -imi tot spuneam NU , NU ... , caci eram doar intr-o scurta vizita si pentru prima data in apartamentul ei .&lt;br /&gt;I-mi savuram cafeaua in liniste pe o canapea , ascultand muzica a carui melodie radia intreaga incapere , era muzica linistitoare , clasica , care te stimula si contribuia sa treazeasca hormonii din tine !&lt;br /&gt;O priveam fara rusine , o contemplam precum o icoana .&lt;br /&gt;Era perfecta , nu-i gaseam nici un cusur , par negru lung lasat pe spate , ochii vii patrunzatori de culoare verde , inalta , zvelta si un trup de fotomodel .&lt;br /&gt;La cei 35 de ani , pe care sustinea ca ii are , era o minune .&lt;br /&gt;Se apropie de mine , discutam despre afaceri , muzica , poezie , bancuri , familie , filozofie etc.&lt;br /&gt;Abia rezistam , incercam sa ma abtin , incercam sa nu se vada pe mine incordarea corpului .&lt;br /&gt;Se apropie tot mai mult de mine , dezvelidu-si pulpele muschiuloase si frumos ingrijite , avea un ten brun , datorita sedintelor de ultraviolete.&lt;br /&gt;I-mi strecoara mana intre picioarele ei , in timp ce ea cu ambele maini imi desface slitul , incepand sa-mi frece penisul intarit si gata ... gata sa explodeze .&lt;br /&gt;Ma las purtat de val , nu ma mai pot concentra , a pus stapanire pe mine in toatalitate !&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu era contopit in totalitate in trupul ei , nu ma mai saturam s-o mangai , s-o sarut pe tot corpul , eram in al noulea cer . Ar fi multe inca de spus , dar va las sa va imaginati voi singuri , ceea ce se intampla in aceea seara de toamna .&lt;br /&gt;Prin urmare - Traieste clipa si nu uita momentul !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5997265240526450868?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5997265240526450868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5997265240526450868' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5997265240526450868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5997265240526450868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/fantezie.html' title='Fantezie !'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Utu3jMZkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zws0IqWdK_E/s72-c/i15081380_25050_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5227100576147837668</id><published>2008-04-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:31:08.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragostea eterna'/><title type='text'>Dragostea !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ph7njMZbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kd1sagLCcRM/s1600-h/i15081380_25050_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ph7njMZbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kd1sagLCcRM/s320/i15081380_25050_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184736010378700210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PgOXjMZZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KXTBxUGfgnI/s1600-h/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PgOXjMZZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KXTBxUGfgnI/s320/i15087806_56266_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184734133477991826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre  dragoste , iubire sau scris multe si se vor mai scrie inca , eu ma rezum la ideea ca nu exista sufciente cuvinte pentru descrierea acestui sentiment uman .&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea , iubirea , a fost si este elogiata in opere de arta , poezii , in muzica , in declaratiile adolescentilor , in cuvantarile  pastorale , teatru , film , etc&lt;br /&gt;Ma rezum sa afirm ca adevarata dragoste o surprinzi in privirea  :( a lui sau a ei ) , in sufletul patimas al amorezilor . Dragostea nu are varsta , dar ceea mai frumoasa si de neuitat este prima , care ramane ca o torta aprinsa in sufletul tau .&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred ca m-am nascut pe aceasta lume sa iubesc , sunt atat de indragostit de aceasta lume , de natura , de viata , de tot cei frumos &gt; is convins ca exista multa lume care iubeste si este mereu indragostita de ceea ce ne ofera viata.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Hugo spunea " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a iubii insemna a trai " ; Soarele s-ar stinge daca nu ar mai iubii nimeni "&lt;br /&gt;" dragostea e reducerea intregului univers la o singura faptura , preamarirea unei singure fapturi pana la zeificare "&lt;br /&gt;" Dragostea e chiar parte din suflet . E de acceasi Natura , e o scanteie divina ca si sufletul , si tot ca el incoruptibila , invizibila , nepieritoare .E un Punct de Foc in noi , nemuritor si infinit pe care nimic nu-l poate margini si nimic nu-l poate atinge .Il simti arzand pana in maduva oaselor si-l vezi straluncind pana in adancurile cerului "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nimic nu-i mai frumos decat sa fii capabil sa iubesti , sa te lasi iubit , pana in extaz , pana in uitare . Dragostea  e un sentiment pur , un sentiment unde nu au  ce cauta prejudecatile , orgolii sau invidia . Sunt oameni care se iubesc cu sufletul , fara sa aibe vreun contact fizic , fara sa-si cunoasca trupurile , e aceea iubire nedezlantuita , dar e puternica , comunicativa prin radiatiile puternice ale sufletelor . Este oare aceasta dragoste ??&lt;br /&gt;Parea mea ,  este ca e ceea mai puternica si nobila manifestare a sentimentului uman !&lt;br /&gt;" dragostei nu-i ajunge nimic . Daca are raiul , vrea cerul . "                                                          &lt;br /&gt;"Scopul primordial pentru care a fost creat omul , menirea sa , ESTE SA IUBEASCA ."&lt;br /&gt;Prin urmare ... iubitiva si lasati iubirea sa va patrunda in sufletele voastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5227100576147837668?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5227100576147837668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5227100576147837668' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5227100576147837668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5227100576147837668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/04/dragostea.html' title='Dragostea !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ph7njMZbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kd1sagLCcRM/s72-c/i15081380_25050_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5434059610275252624</id><published>2008-03-31T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:11:26.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credinte'/><title type='text'>Rugaciuni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ub43jMZjI/AAAAAAAAADc/PPorXSljNDI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ub43jMZjI/AAAAAAAAADc/PPorXSljNDI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185081209785181746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_UZ13jMZiI/AAAAAAAAADU/f_j32yaBZGo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_UZ13jMZiI/AAAAAAAAADU/f_j32yaBZGo/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185078959222318626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare dintre noi , indiferent de religia pe care o imbratisam trebuie si este mare nevoie sa ne rugam domnului " Sunt multe rugaciuni , dar de multe ori este suficient sa spui " Doamne ajuta-ma !" " Doamne Apara-ma ! " , dar e important este sa ne rugam cu sufletul curat , si cu incredere in Dumnezeu ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; recunoscand in sinea noastra si in fata lui , gresile si pacatele noastre .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episcopul Justinian spunea " o lacrima care se varsa din ochii Maicii Domnului ,cand ea vede pe pacatos caindu-se si plangand pentru pacatele care le-a savarsit in viata , covarseste si imblanzeste mania lui Dumnezeu "&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuvine-se cu adevarat sa te fericim, Nascatoare de Dumnezeu ceea pururea fericita si prea nevinovata si Maica Dumnezeului nostru -Ceea ce esti mai cinstita decat Heruvimii si mai marita fara asemanare decat Serafimii , care fara stricaciune pe Dumnezeu Cuvantul ai nascut ; pe tine cea cu adevarat ,Nascatoare de Dumnezeu te marim "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cat de mult te ajuta o rugaciune , cat de mult te simti mai sigur , mai puternic , mai curat . Parca nu sunt sufciente cuvinte de-a lauda si slavii pe Dumnezeu !&lt;br /&gt;Noi crestinii Ortodocsi credem intr"unul Dumnezeu : Tatal , Fiul Si Duhul Sfant ...Credem si marturesim ca Prea Curata Fecioara Maria E Nascatoarea si Maica Lui Dumnezeu-Cuvantul "&lt;br /&gt;Eu , nu stiu cum gandesc alti crestini ortodocsi , dar eu salut si respect orice credinta in Dumnezeu , stimand si iubind toata suflarea pamantului !&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-as putea simti un crestin , hulind credinta unui musulman , hidus , sau evreu .&lt;br /&gt;Eu intru in orice casa a domnului , si ma rog pentru binele meu , a familiei , a neamului si a intregii omenirii .&lt;br /&gt;Bahaullah spunea " O , poporul lui Dumnezeu ! Nu va ocupati de voi insiva . Scopul vostru sa fie imbunatatirea lumii si educarea natiunilor ."&lt;br /&gt;Daca are sau nu dreptate acest mesager a lui Dumnezeu considerat de aceea care imbratiseaza credinta Bahai , va las pe voi sa trageti concluzii .&lt;br /&gt;Eu , sincer ii dau dreptate .&lt;br /&gt;Rugaciune : Doamne Dumnezeul Nostru , Da-mi Doamne putere de Munca , Sanatate si inlepciunea necesara de-a merge mai departe in aceasta viata , iarta-mi Doamne pacatele cele cu voie si cele fara de voie , ajuta-ma Doamne pe mine si pe toata suflarea de pe pamant , sa fim mai buni unul cu altul , sa traim in posperitate si in Credinta ! Faca-se voia ta !&lt;br /&gt;                        Asa Sa Ne Ajute Dumnezeu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5434059610275252624?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5434059610275252624/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5434059610275252624' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5434059610275252624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5434059610275252624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/03/rugaciunii.html' title='Rugaciuni'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_Ub43jMZjI/AAAAAAAAADc/PPorXSljNDI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4913644719667341871</id><published>2008-03-29T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:46:25.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jocurile copilariei'/><title type='text'>Eu si copilaria mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PienjMZcI/AAAAAAAAACM/KGVwJw1eVdc/s1600-h/alexandra+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PienjMZcI/AAAAAAAAACM/KGVwJw1eVdc/s320/alexandra+2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184736611674121666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce as putea spune despre mine , copilul care  a vazut lumina zilei acum 44 de ani ?&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand , inca mai aud glasul copilului din mine , inca mai traieste undeva cuibarit , in subconstientul meu , in sufletul meu .&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca m-am nascut intro familie  modesta , saraca, as putea spune din punct de vedere material ,  intotdeuna am fost inconjurat de multa dragoste si iubire . Am fost rodul iubirii a parintilor mei , oameni simpli , fara educatie , dar caliti prin truda si munca . Am fost primul copil , din cele 5 vlastare ale familei mele . Nu am avut de toate , am avut multe lipsuri , dar dupa cum am spus am avut parte de dragoste si caldura unui camin care se straduia sa fie fericit.&lt;br /&gt;Mama se ocupa de educatia noastra , o femeie foarte frumoasa , care era o luptatoare , invata abecedarul odata cu mine , ea imi inspira puterea necesara de-a invata si a face ceva mai mult in viata ,  era o femeie cu credinta in sange si cu frica de Dumnezeu .&lt;br /&gt;Tata - era un musafir , muncea de dimineata pana-n noapte , sa ne asigure noua traiul zilnic .Ne iubea foarte mult , dar nu se arata , era prea ocupat cu munca si prea putin cu noi .&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate acestea , in putinul timp care il avea , se juca cu noi , dar avea un set de jocuri creative , prin care ne antrena tot timpul pentru munca . De exemplu , ne jucam de-a tamplarul , un joc distractiv prin care eu il ajutam sa repare mobila de prin casa , eram un fel de servant , de ucenic, ( tineam cuile , sculele , pe care i le serveam la cererea lui ) .Vara de exemplu imi placea cel mai mult jocul de-a " agricultorul ". Mergeam la bunicii mei , unde practicam acest joc . Cu alte cuvinte prin jocurile lui , ne invata anumite lucruri utile , cum sa bati un cui , cum sa plantezi un pom , cum sa ai grija de animale , de plante , etc .&lt;br /&gt;Nu as putea afirma ca am fost un copil cuminte , am facut multe pozne si trasnai . Exemple : Am pornit de la incendirea casei , otravirea gainelor , am spart geamurile vecinilor cu prastia si cate altele .&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu intelegeti ca am dat foc la casa in totalitate , dar nu era mult pana acolo . Era intr-o dupa amiaza de vara , si suparat ca am ramas singur acasa, invidios  pe sora mea care avea vreo 2 ani ,ca o luase cu ei in oras , nevand nici o alta ocupatie , am gasit pachetul de tigari ale lui Tata , care era pe veranda , alaturi de un chibrit . Nu stiu exact ce-am gandit , dar din curiozitate , am aprins o tigara Marasesti , iar chibritul cu flacara , l-am aruncat intr-o galeata cu diluant si vopsea -sa se stinga ! Va da-ti seama ! BUM - si au izbucnit flacarile care au reusit sa aprinda usile , afumand peretii si zugraveala proaspata . M-am speriat , dar am luptat cu flacarile , reusind sa le sting cu ajutorul unei galeti mici ( de la ceva joc - pentru plaja ) , caram apa cu ea de la canal care era cam la 30 metri de incendiu . Dupa ce am reusit sa sting flacarile , m-am ascuns intr-o camera , sub o canapea . Eram sigur ca voi lua bataie , .......si de ce mi-a fost frica nu am scapat .&lt;br /&gt;Tata nu m-a batut niciodata , insa Mama ....., waw cu cordonul de la un fier de calcat antic .&lt;br /&gt;Eram prea tanar atunci , aveam 5 anisori .&lt;br /&gt;Pe fata tatei s-o vazut atunci o expresie de om suparat , dar avea in privirea lui si o satisfactie cauzata in primul rand ca nu am patit nimic si ca am avut initiativa de a stinge focul .&lt;br /&gt;Faza cu gainele , este mai simpla - am vrut sa hranesc gainele si le-am dat grau otravit care era pentru sobolani , soareci , momeala pentru rozatoare .&lt;br /&gt;Aveam un radio antic dar la care tata asculta stirile si muzica populara , era singurul obiect prin care era tinut la curent cu evenimentele acelei vremi , nu aveam televizor , nu aveam frigider , nu aveam obiecte electrocasnice , in afara acestui radio si a unui fier de calcat .&lt;br /&gt;Era intr-o duminica dupa amiaza , eram toti acasa ( mama , tata , sora-mea si eu ) , nu stiu ce nu-mi placea in momentul acela , poate cum striga comentatorul meciului de fotbal care era transmis la radio , GOOOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Am luat foarfecele si am taiat alimentarea de curent electric ! WAW - m-am trezit aruncat in celalat capat al camerei . Si azi m-ai am aceea , foarfeca cu gaura in ea de 5mm .&lt;br /&gt;Prin urmare , nu am fost un sfant , am fost un copil poznas , dar parintii m-au iubit si m-au iertat , eu nu am reusit sa le multumesc indeajuns , pentru grija si dragostea oferita.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am crescut , mai mare , au fost alte aventuri , alte pozne , alte preocupari , alte jocuri .&lt;br /&gt;M-am jucat si cu fratiorii mei , si cu copii de pe ulita , dar timpul pentru joaca era putin limitat.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate , acestea am fost un copil FERICIT .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4913644719667341871?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4913644719667341871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4913644719667341871' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4913644719667341871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4913644719667341871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-si-copilaria-mea.html' title='Eu si copilaria mea'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PienjMZcI/AAAAAAAAACM/KGVwJw1eVdc/s72-c/alexandra+2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-4099551708911223795</id><published>2008-03-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:15:51.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imparatia vesnica'/><title type='text'>Marea Trecere !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PjWHjMZeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iJR0cx3pF1o/s1600-h/crucea+mamei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PjWHjMZeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iJR0cx3pF1o/s320/crucea+mamei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737565156861410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PjD3jMZdI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPu17fC6fl4/s1600-h/ultimul+drum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PjD3jMZdI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPu17fC6fl4/s320/ultimul+drum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737251624248786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un subiect despre care nu-mi face placere sa vorbesc , dar " Marea Trecere " sau moartea e un fenomen natural si firesc lasat de  Dumnezeu pe  Pamant .&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare din noi , a pierdut pe cineva drag , l-a insotit pe ultimul drum , spre casa de veci , unde mai devreme sau mai tarziu cu totii vom ajunge ! E trist sa vorbesti despre moarte , dar numai asa consider ca ma pot descarca , ca ma pot dezvinovatii fata de dragii mei parinti , care m-au lasat orfan pe aceasta lume.  In functie de religia in care te ai nascut , si de zona in care traiesti , obiceiurile de inhumare sunt diferite ( pomeni peste pomeni , slujbe , si de multe ori cheltuieli inutile ) care nu sunt de nici un folos defunctului , ci numa o pierdere de bani , pe langa durerea pe care o ai in suflet pentru acea persoana . Nu vreau sa intru in detalii , dar nici macar in fata mortii nu mai suntem egali , si in acest domeniu exista un " capitalism " si o diferentiere a omului simplu fata de omul cu bani . De Ce ? Respectul pentru cei dragii , pe care bunul Dumnezeu i-a chemat la sanul sau , nu consta in cat de"POMPOASA " este inhumarea , ci cred ca imporant este dragostea si amintirea pe care o pastrezi vie !&lt;br /&gt;" Trecutul este o parte din noi insine, cea mai importanta poate , este seva  care ne da viata ,&lt;br /&gt;Ce -ar fi un copac fara radacina ? ce-ar fi fluviul fara izvor ? ce-ar fi un popor fara trecutul sau "&lt;br /&gt;Moarte nu e altceva decat o conditie a diversificarii vietii si a progresului biologic . Goethe afirma ca " Moartea este o lovitura de maestru a Naturii , prin care ea reuseste sa produca cat mai multa viata "&lt;br /&gt;Omul este singura fiinta de pe planeta care stie ca moare , si in acelas timp singura care stie ca traieste .&lt;br /&gt;Moartea trebuie privita ca un drum continuu al vietii .&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru pe care trebuie sa il facem este sa invatam sa ne respectam , sa ne iubim cat suntem in viata . In zadar ne plangem mortii , daca in timpul vietii i-am suparat , i-am jignit si nu am apucat sa ne cerem scuze .&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu e intamplator , si nici odata va fi la fel .&lt;br /&gt;" Moartea nu este ceea mai mare frica a noastra ; Ceea mai mare frica este aceea de-a ne asuma riscul de-a trai si de a  exprima ceea ce ne reprezinta " Miguel Ange Ruiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-4099551708911223795?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/4099551708911223795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=4099551708911223795' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4099551708911223795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/4099551708911223795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/03/marea-trecere.html' title='Marea Trecere !!'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PjWHjMZeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iJR0cx3pF1o/s72-c/crucea+mamei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746667602326458850.post-5915361187088748504</id><published>2008-03-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:54:05.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viata'/><title type='text'>existenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PkRXjMZgI/AAAAAAAAACs/iuMeM0mAxaI/s1600-h/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PkRXjMZgI/AAAAAAAAACs/iuMeM0mAxaI/s320/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738583064110594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PkHXjMZfI/AAAAAAAAACk/7bWHAtHI-BI/s1600-h/i17268176_97567_2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PkHXjMZfI/AAAAAAAAACk/7bWHAtHI-BI/s320/i17268176_97567_2%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184738411265418738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te intrebi de  multe care este scopul tau in viata ?&lt;br /&gt;cauti raspunsunsuri si nu intotdeuna la gasesti ! de ce ? pentru ca nu esti sincer cu tine , ca nu vrei sa-ti recunosti  fata nevazuta , pentru ca i-ti este frica de tot cei nou . Viata trebuie traita , trebuie sa te bucurii din plin de tot ce iti ofera , sa infrunti cu demnitate  toate problemele si momentele neplacute , sa ai curajul de-a merge inainte si intotdeuna sa o iei de la capat .&lt;br /&gt;"viata e o gluma foarte serioasa " si " cea mai grea povara este sa traiesti fara sa existi ''&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare dintre noi s-a nascut in acesta lume cu un scop , nobil sau mai putin nobil , important e sa indentificam scopul si care este rolul nostru in contextul universal .&lt;br /&gt;Nu  am de gand sa filozofez , pentru ca nu-i domeniul meu , dar doresc sa-mi exprim propia parere , "Nimic nu e intamplator si tot timpul va fi cumva " In viata , fiecare cauta , un cuvant , un nume , un ban , o privire , un suras " dar nu e suficient , trebuie in primul rand sa fii tu insati . Viata e un cantec , care are un inceput si un final din pacate , dar e foarte important ce ramane dupa tine .&lt;br /&gt;In viata , trebuie sa fii ca un alpinist , sa urci , sa luneci si sa cobori fara teama , sa cauti mereu fericirea ta si a semenelor tai ; Nu fii egoist - daca poti sa faci un bine  sfatul meu este sa il faci , ca rau toti stiim sa facem!&lt;br /&gt;Care e scopul nostru in Viata ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746667602326458850-5915361187088748504?l=hristian-george.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/feeds/5915361187088748504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8746667602326458850&amp;postID=5915361187088748504' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5915361187088748504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746667602326458850/posts/default/5915361187088748504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hristian-george.blogspot.com/2008/03/existenta.html' title='existenta'/><author><name>hristian-george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496786625261196647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/SPIhFUbIE7I/AAAAAAAAAko/2FZ89AGQgSg/S220/DSC00239.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-40i9EYWf-8/R_PkRXjMZgI/AAAAAAAAACs/iuMeM0mAxaI/s72-c/i17927177_54678_2%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
