<?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-7803797140915534269</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:12:00.492-07:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>life with... Handi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-5715835618208554219</id><published>2009-10-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:57:01.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuvantul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/StTbNy_75BI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ay_u5R1PnpE/s1600-h/627blkaustria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392175683944047634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/StTbNy_75BI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ay_u5R1PnpE/s200/627blkaustria2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuvant ... ce simplu suna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuvant. 2 silabe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuvant? poate fi si un cuvant compus, din prep. cu si subst. vant. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuvantul are puteri. poate spune multe. poate salva. poate crea. poate numi. poate iubi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuvantul are puteri. poate minti. poate omori. poate distruge. poate uita. poate ordona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;vreau un motiv, nu o alegere.  o fapta , nu o promisiune. o vorba, nu un gand. un pumn, nu o mangaiere. o sansa, nu o greseala. un cuvant, nu o minciuna.&lt;/em&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;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/7803797140915534269-5715835618208554219?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5715835618208554219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=5715835618208554219' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/5715835618208554219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/5715835618208554219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuvantul.html' title='cuvantul.'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/StTbNy_75BI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ay_u5R1PnpE/s72-c/627blkaustria2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-4128264312725581649</id><published>2009-04-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:11:30.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how are you...tomorrow...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Am avut odata un prieten care mi-a spus ca cea mai mare greseala pe care o poti face este sa crezi ca esti in viata, cand de fapt esti adormit in antecamera vietii. Smecheria este sa combini abilitatile rationale din starea de veghe cu infinitele posibilitati ale viselor noastre, pentru ca daca poti face asta, poti face orice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai avut vreodata o slujba care nu-ti placea si unde trebuia sa muncesti foarte mult? iar dupa o zi lunga si grea de munca ajungeai acasa te bagai in pat,inchideai ochii si imediat te trezeai, si iti dadeai seama ca toata ziua la servici a fost ca un vis. E destul de rau sa iti vinzi viata treaza ...pentru salariul minim. Dar acum ...iti iau si visele pe gratis. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-4128264312725581649?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4128264312725581649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=4128264312725581649' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/4128264312725581649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/4128264312725581649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-are-youtomorrow.html' title='how are you...tomorrow...?'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-7261083709458015616</id><published>2009-04-15T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:58:10.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momentul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Momentul nu este doar o trecere, goala, fara nimic. Este calea in care apar unele treceri secrete...da,este goala,dar atat de plina, incat marele moment pulseaza in ea. Si fiecare obiect, loc sau act lasa o urma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Lasand restul la o parte,si momentul in care vrei sa faci o alegere sau nu, care crezi ca este cea mai universala caracteristica umana?  frica sau lenea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-7261083709458015616?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7261083709458015616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=7261083709458015616' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/7261083709458015616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/7261083709458015616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentul.html' title='momentul...'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-1402422343110708320</id><published>2009-01-20T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:25:53.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SXY1hDnKTPI/AAAAAAAAACk/YqzZkDB1-eg/s1600-h/555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293477254042111218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SXY1hDnKTPI/AAAAAAAAACk/YqzZkDB1-eg/s200/555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Exista perioade din viata, in care totul se opreste pur si simplu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum incerc sa storc o alta poezie..nu nu nu, nu-mi iese...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaa, incerc sa scot o piesa dupa ureche...nu, nici asta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pfff, incerc sa-mi adun gandurile... si incerc , si tot incerc... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu, nu m-am izbit de semnul pe care scrie STOP... mai degraba s-a izbit el de mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuget,deci exist, nu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perioada aceasta s-a incheiat. Trebuie sa existe un alt loc si un alt timp in care sa mi-o continui. In speranta aceasta a mea, este suficienta doar lumina zilei. Fiecare zi de maine are doua sticle cu bere; fie beau din cea cu anxietate fie din cea cu nadejde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-1402422343110708320?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1402422343110708320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=1402422343110708320' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1402422343110708320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1402422343110708320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2009/01/exista-perioade-din-viata-in-care-totul.html' title=''/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SXY1hDnKTPI/AAAAAAAAACk/YqzZkDB1-eg/s72-c/555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-1482850996238222410</id><published>2008-09-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:15:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pauza mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SLxnPXlo_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/nJWIBuUQFaU/s1600-h/204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241177580080004210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SLxnPXlo_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/nJWIBuUQFaU/s200/204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pauza mare.O vacanta scurta.O pauza mare pentru o vacanta atat de scurta,si inca un timp, atat de dilatat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat de multi pasi, in atat de multe directii, si totusi nici o destinatie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat de multi pasi, atat de multe cazaturi, si un perete de care m-am izbit atat de tare... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar am sa ma ridic, si-am sa pasesc usor...Am sa ma ridic si-am sa privesc in gol cu aceeasi pasi,goi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-am sa-mi scutur hainele de regrete si-amintiri, si-am sa-mi sterg o lacrima uscata de atata sete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cand ma voi uita inapoi am sa ma privesc in oglinda... iar oglinda sa ma priveasca cum plec si cum vin, si sa ma piarda, asa cum o voi pierde si eu pe ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pauza mare.O urmare scurta.O pauza mare pentru o urmare atat de scurta, si un timp...un timp,atat de dilatat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-1482850996238222410?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1482850996238222410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=1482850996238222410' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1482850996238222410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1482850996238222410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/09/pauza-mare.html' title='pauza mare'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SLxnPXlo_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/nJWIBuUQFaU/s72-c/204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-203704220049831966</id><published>2008-07-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:29:58.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s-ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHKXh1HQlII/AAAAAAAAACE/-Chqp5oWddA/s1600-h/DSkWoK500295-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220401525524829314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHKXh1HQlII/AAAAAAAAACE/-Chqp5oWddA/s200/DSkWoK500295-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stam toti intr-un cerc.....primesc ghemul de ata....si nu...nu vreau sa spun cine sunt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa fiu o fata.sa fiu singura din cerc care nu e inteleasa...nu, nu are rost.s-ar putea sa dau ghemul la randul meu altcuiva.dar nu...trebuie sa ramana la mine, si sa ma derulez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa fiu o persoana sociabila si sa nu arat, s-ar putea ca in urmatoarele 5 minute sa-ti arunc ghemul asta fix in cap,si apoi s-ar putea sa te doara;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar zice ca a fi ceea ce vrei si a nu-ti pasa de restul lumii nu e bine, iar mie s-ar putea sa nu-mi pese in continuare;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea ca dupa ce ma ridic sa-mi intalnesc sortitul, si sa rad de el ca imi sta in cale;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar zice ca sunt nebuna, si ca excentritatea mea a depasit unele limite; eu zic ca ei si fac numai ca mine, si s-ar zice ca si asta e ceva anormal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa-mi fac bagajele si sa plec de acasa; sa plec in lume sa uit de toti si de toate, si s-ar putea sa aiba unii dreptate; da, sunt nebuna, si nu ma deranjeaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se zice ca acest joc al ghemului, e un joc al cunoasterii proprii persoane; "Cunoaste-te pe tine insati si vei cunoaste intreg Universul,cu energiile si fortele sale ascunse"Delphi... ...... m-am cunoscut demult,tare demult, pe cand ma iubeam si pe cand gandurile nu mai formau un prag...pragul dintre vis si realitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa visez cu ochii deschisi atunci cand tu imi vorbesti, si sa nu simt altceva decat ca sunt undeva departe intr-o alta fiinta...poate doar asa simt si eu din nou deja-vu-urile dintr-o alta viata;&lt;br /&gt;generatia Coca-Cola nu ma deranjeaza, ci sistemul care evolueaza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea ca peste cativa ani sa scriu o carte, in care sa-mi povestesc viata cea anosta, sau sa scriu despre cum sa te feresti de o astfel de viata;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa am si copii, pe care sa-i tin din scurt, si sa nu ii las sa faca ce am facut eu odata, si asta ar insemna sa-mi incalc niste principii;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea ca acest ghem sa nu fi fost  aruncat la persoana potrivita, imi este prea rusine, si incerc sa ma ascund dupa roseata din obraji;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa ploua si eu sa ma simt mai bine decat daca ar fi soare;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar zice ca ma feresc de fericire, deoarece nu-mi plac finalurile triste; nimic nu este frumos atata timp cat exista si urat;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;graba strica treaba,si s-ar putea sa-mi fi ratat atatea sanse, atatea chestii ce mi-ar fi putut fi cuvenite mie si numai mie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ce stiti voi muritorilor? stiti oare pentru ce traiti macar? ca eu inca nu stiu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-ar putea sa ma ridic si sa plec...ghemul nu vreau sa il arunc, vreau sa-l pastrez; vreau sa-l desir,si sa mi-l intind... in jurul gatului...&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/7803797140915534269-203704220049831966?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/203704220049831966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=203704220049831966' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-5916423957648781210</id><published>2008-07-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:37:17.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHFUgkfzjoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_zDZtPbtlMY/s1600-h/ColdplayPOP4-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220046361628741250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHFUgkfzjoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_zDZtPbtlMY/s200/ColdplayPOP4-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hold my head inside your hands,I need someone who understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need someone, someone who hears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For you, I've waited all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until my day, my day is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And say you'll come, and set me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me." - Till Kingdom Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stuck in reverse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the tears come streaming down on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could it be worse?" - Fix You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And anyone who tried to deny you, must be out of their mind" - Green Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Every step that you take,Could be your biggest mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It could bend or it could breakThat's the risk that you take." - What If?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"So I crawl back into your open arms." - Warning Sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Are you lost or incomplete?Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell me how do you feel?Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they're talking it to me." - Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh take me back to the start" - The Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;etc....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;si hai daca o luam de la inceput.... ascultati si muzica lor... in gand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7803797140915534269-5916423957648781210?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5916423957648781210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=5916423957648781210' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-5310808866927519177</id><published>2008-07-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:00:38.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poezimi-as poezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHE_qAeumlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XCHVhpS6ot0/s1600-h/abstract_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220023434015054418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHE_qAeumlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XCHVhpS6ot0/s200/abstract_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o lume-n care NU inseamna DA, si  DA inseamna NU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o lume-n care crezi ce vrei doar TU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o lume-n care singura intrare e cea pe care iesi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traiesti intr-o lume-n care realitatea doare, si TU o  platesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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poezia'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SHE_qAeumlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XCHVhpS6ot0/s72-c/abstract_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-8598142908733741669</id><published>2008-07-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:08:44.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGvf5eB9VgI/AAAAAAAAABk/hrOoKDh9_b4/s1600-h/ExtremeShare_096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218510771645666818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGvf5eB9VgI/AAAAAAAAABk/hrOoKDh9_b4/s200/ExtremeShare_096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Ma zbat,stau si astept,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa cred ca-nca mai doare,&lt;br /&gt;Mai am doar un singur regret,&lt;br /&gt;Ca doare-atat de tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum prin vene-mi curge-ncet&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima pierduta,&lt;br /&gt;Si cum doar inima-mi din piept&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa se rupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu sa uit, si nici nu vreau,&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum totu-n jur ma uita,&lt;br /&gt;Insa cu greu o sa ma iau,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma adun de jos, pierduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGve7Yz5fqI/AAAAAAAAABc/UuNjOiqDlmU/s1600-h/pack+1+(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGvf5eB9VgI/AAAAAAAAABk/hrOoKDh9_b4/s72-c/ExtremeShare_096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-1609374403143746692</id><published>2008-07-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:32:55.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedOm. wtf is that ? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGp1SA5ki4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3_aMUf6zkRY/s1600-h/76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112070601706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGp1SA5ki4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3_aMUf6zkRY/s320/76.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's something you can't reach , that's for sure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt 'libera'.Aceeasi rutina everyday : ma trezesc, nu mananc, plec de dimineata devreme la facultate,si stau pana seara,bantuind mai mult culoarele, nu salile de curs.Drumul este minunat : iau troleul cel mai jegos din Bucuresti, cobor la gara, si o traversez; primul lucru care ma intampina si-mi face ziua mai frumoasa este aroma imbietoare de ciorba de burta si pisat care ma izbeste pe treptele garii de nord. Sunt 'libera'. Sesiunea a fost mai mult decat floare la ureche, a fost penibila; nu numai ca am copiat cu cartea direct pe masa, da era sa-l iau si pe unu la bataie ca ma enerva in timpul examenului; si am iesit in timpul lucrarii, am trantit usa si am plecat cu demnitate si cu un 5 asigurat,ca doar Sunt libera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa gust din libertate, si sa gust din ea cu toata pofta..... de s-ar putea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I need freedom to be happy. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Johnny Weissmuller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so do I....and everyone else...like duuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Punk is musical freedom. It's saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster's terms, 'nirvana' means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that's pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy knew his shit ; and his shit became legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Freedom is the right to live as we wish. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Epictetus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corect....esti liber numai daca tu alegi....depinde cum alegi si cand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The important matter is freedom. When the people choose what they want, it is good for them and for us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom is not enough. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lyndon B. Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freedom in the spiritual way...maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hans Christian Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 important things : happiness, freedom and love... ? perhaps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Albert Camus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you're not ready to die for it, put the word 'freedom' out of your vocabulary."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Malcolm X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si cu asta am incheiat, ca omul asta m-a lasat fara cuvinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe cand profesoara ne intreba ce vrem sa devenim cand vom fi mari, si toti raspundeau doctori,politisti sau astonauti...eu nu-mi doream decat sa fiu eu, sa fiu libera, si poate un pic mai puternica.Drum lung oricum si pentru mine pana la a fi FREE.Si inca un citat ,pentru prietenii mei artisti :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I can feel freedom then I can create."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Marc Newson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: FUCK THE SYSTEM !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-1609374403143746692?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1609374403143746692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=1609374403143746692' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1609374403143746692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/1609374403143746692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom-wtf-is-that.html' title='freedOm. wtf is that ? :)'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGp1SA5ki4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3_aMUf6zkRY/s72-c/76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-5006774116279332783</id><published>2008-07-01T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:29:42.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's luv got to do with it?... nothin' ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGpapkkYNSI/AAAAAAAAABI/a30Gz3t4e-4/s1600-h/R8dybn979279-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218082788499535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGpapkkYNSI/AAAAAAAAABI/a30Gz3t4e-4/s320/R8dybn979279-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Ca un miros topit, de trista comedie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Simt ca am fost , si simt ciudat, un iz de tragedie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; O dulce armonie-mi bate, o raza de lumina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Perdeaua tremura, suspina, dar nu-i nimic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; E doar fereastra fina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Simt cum privirea-ncetosata, arunca cate-o vina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dar nu-i nimic,e doar o lacrima ce curge greu, suspina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E iar mult praf in camera, privesc, si el se-alina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Il inspir insa cu greu, si –astept pan’ se termina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Astept sclipirea ce demult, asteapta sa se stinga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Si sa alerg neincetat, s-ajung pana la tinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Si-astept sa cad pe-o iarba cruda, s-o simt cum ma atinge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Si ploaia sa cada din cer, pe ploape-mi a se frange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Iar fiecare picatura-s vrea, sa fie cat mai dulce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Sa-nece tot ce-i mai amar, departe sa-l alunge ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-5006774116279332783?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5006774116279332783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=5006774116279332783' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/5006774116279332783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/5006774116279332783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-luv-got-to-do-with-it-nothin.html' title='what&apos;s luv got to do with it?... nothin&apos; ...'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGpapkkYNSI/AAAAAAAAABI/a30Gz3t4e-4/s72-c/R8dybn979279-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-6324922501209373431</id><published>2008-06-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:39:45.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGdTPKBy_iI/AAAAAAAAABA/2-At3fQSnYE/s1600-h/ExtremeShare_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217230213187042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGdTPKBy_iI/AAAAAAAAABA/2-At3fQSnYE/s320/ExtremeShare_102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGdSwkktkZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zRAkP23gkEg/s1600-h/pack+1+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In dreams begins responsibility. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                      William Butler Yeats   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGdSY9vKIpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zMF_7MM3ubk/s1600-h/pack+1+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;         Terry Pratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up."               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;              Paul Valery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                            Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                William Butler Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-6324922501209373431?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6324922501209373431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=6324922501209373431' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/6324922501209373431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/6324922501209373431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreaming.html' title='dreaming'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGdTPKBy_iI/AAAAAAAAABA/2-At3fQSnYE/s72-c/ExtremeShare_102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-6359677314383357514</id><published>2008-06-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:34:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi se rupe firul ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGa3AzoPM1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/i_-BPdB1JKw/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217058442842157906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGa3AzoPM1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/i_-BPdB1JKw/s200/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sau...mi se despica...si nu in 4...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cred ca am luat-o razna de la un timp....ca de exemplu: stau la ora 1 noaptea si scriu bloguri... am chef sa compun tot felul de poezii, sa insir tot felul de idei, care mai de care mai idioate. mi se despica mie firul in zeci de mii de directii, si nu stiu pe care sa-l apuc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Sa iei un fir si sa-l despici, Ti-ar trebui o mie, Si-o mie de-ani de a-i avea, Tot firu-asta sa fie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sa iei un gand imprastiat, Sa mi-l imparti si mie, Din firul meu cel despicat, Un fir ti-l dau doar tie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apoi din firul tau sa faci, Inca alte o mie. Si-apoi dupa ce le imparti, Sa-mi multumesti doar mie. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zicea bine fraiera... de ce ne mai batem capul oare, sa despicam firul in 4, sa ne amagim, sau sa speram ca poate va fi mai bine.hai sa o lasam asa... hai sa batem apa-n piua , dar mai cu talent.&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/7803797140915534269-6359677314383357514?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6359677314383357514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=6359677314383357514' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/6359677314383357514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/6359677314383357514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-se-rupe-firul.html' title='mi se rupe firul ...'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGa3AzoPM1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/i_-BPdB1JKw/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803797140915534269.post-4434980357141156349</id><published>2008-06-28T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:44:18.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>same shit, different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGYjXcmw3QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ZwGkkgdkRQ/s1600-h/P1010640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216896104078040322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGYjXcmw3QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ZwGkkgdkRQ/s320/P1010640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ din editia : cum sa incepi o zi de mahmureala ] ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nu este prea complicat : se ia una bucata betie mixta, se adauga putin somn tulburat, se condimenteaza cu o durere de cap si apoi se lasa la fiert o zi intreaga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolanindu-ma-n nisip, n-am decat o dorinta,&lt;br /&gt;Sa curga vinul ca din cer,sa devin nefiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Sa simt cum marea-ncet m-atinge,sa ma poarte departe,&lt;br /&gt;Si ca prin bere sa inot,sa beau pana la moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Iar daca luna iar s-ar stinge, in timp ce eu m-as plange,&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa fie-ntr-un ceas bun, cu coniacu-n sange.&lt;br /&gt;Si tot mereu sa ma gandesc, la vise prea desarte,&lt;br /&gt;Numai sa simt cum pier incet,beat mort,cantand departe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803797140915534269-4434980357141156349?l=handiandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4434980357141156349/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803797140915534269&amp;postID=4434980357141156349' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/4434980357141156349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803797140915534269/posts/default/4434980357141156349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handiandi.blogspot.com/2008/06/same-shit-different-day.html' title='same shit, different day'/><author><name>zikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411318698784396241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/Seyg1l_mygI/AAAAAAAAADE/-mTf_r5qDJc/S220/P1010058.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKDx8LWdHtE/SGYjXcmw3QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ZwGkkgdkRQ/s72-c/P1010640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
