<?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-8959503863587250814</id><updated>2011-12-05T10:37:44.479+02:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='proza'/><category term='personale'/><category term='intrebari'/><category term='diverse'/><category term='hmmm'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='muzica'/><category term='scrisoare'/><category term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>"...After all... tomorrow is another day..."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1636116443140665422</id><published>2011-04-17T14:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:07:20.795+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>Câteodată...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; " &gt;A mai trecut o ora, a mai trecut o zi... Lumea mi-o strâng, ca pe un cearşaf plic, o agăţ în cui şi rămân singură cu un ceas şi o cană de cafea. Soarele, îmi păzeşte tălpile picioarelor şi mă încălzeşte cât pentru o eternitate; Soarele, cel care m-a purtat de mână chiar şi prin cele mai orbitoare, ascuţite zăpezi, îmi va încinera trupul, iar vântul îmi va împrăştia cenuşa în mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" &gt;Toate amintirile se dizolvă ca zahărul în cafea. Un amestec de zâmbet dulce-amărui şi o lacrimă de pelin inundă întreaga cameră, iar eu încerc să ajung la mal, mereu, să pot privi ceasul şi să cronometrez eu secundele existenţei mele, ce aleargă haotic. Când iau o gură de aer, încerc să-l înghit, să-l ţin prizonier în gâtul meu, să ating, prin el, toate locurile unde am respirat, tot geamătul naturii, toată iarba pe care am mirosit-o şi tot aburul de vin fiert pe care l-am cuprins într-o deschidere de gură. Marginea cănii de cafea miroase a buze, a sare din mare şi a mandarine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Ninge în camera pătrată ca o cutie, chiar la mijlocul lui aprilie, ca şi cum anotimpurile s-ar succeda cu fiecare oră ce trece, prinsă în plasa palmelor mele ca şi fluturii. Ninge şi îmi simt părul ud, ca în prima zi a anului, ca la prima ninsoare cu braţe împreunate, îmi ating nasul şi îl simt rece, îngheţat, topit sub căldura striatiilor buzelor uscate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" &gt;Marea îmi este aproape, o aud când aşez capul pe podea; am trupul fragil ca un castel de nisip şi oasele-mi sunt scoici cu forme neregulate. Toate simţurile înnebunesc şi se amestecă, imaginile se contopesc şi toată viaţa mea devine o electrocardiogramă. Liniile subţiri ce-mi conturează trăirile se aliniază, asemenea unor copii spânzuraţi, orbi, surdomuti. Inima se opreşte odată cu ultima bătaie de ceas, explodează în miliarde de cioburi, dar încă trăiesc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" &gt;Beau ultimul strop de cafea şi vreau să visez iar. Vreau să se termine şirul ăsta aparent nesfârşit de nopţi molcome, încete, adormite, de somn fără dimineţi concrete şi fără vise. Vreau o dimineaţă lungă şi o cană de cafea cu mult lapte, rece. Vreau un vis care să-mi placă, şi să nu se termine vreodată.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;Vreau doar sa fiu fericită, de fapt...&lt;/span&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/8959503863587250814-1636116443140665422?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1636116443140665422/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1636116443140665422' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1636116443140665422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1636116443140665422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2011/04/cateodata.html' title='Câteodată...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-8124830228866713027</id><published>2010-03-23T12:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:47:09.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laleh -  Hide away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;Imi era dor de piesa asta…Enjoy it!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d1efad08-6f7d-473b-8d1a-cf65b403bb27" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="e71030aa-5b69-45c6-920e-7a89e70c443c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ3NZMb34_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S5bF27NYaDI/AAAAAAAADUY/c1boIcv9cfM/video2929f6630074%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e71030aa-5b69-45c6-920e-7a89e70c443c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hZ3NZMb34_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hZ3NZMb34_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; 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 &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sur le Gange ou l'Amazone,    &lt;br /&gt;Chez les blacks, chez les sikhs, chez les jaunes,    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage    &lt;br /&gt;Dans tout le royaume.    &lt;br /&gt;Sur les dunes du Sahara,    &lt;br /&gt;Des iles Fidji au Fujiyama,    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage,    &lt;br /&gt;Ne t'arrêtes pas.    &lt;br /&gt;Au dessus des barbelés,    &lt;br /&gt;Des coeurs bombardés    &lt;br /&gt;Regardent l'océan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage    &lt;br /&gt;Plus loin que la nuit et le jour, (voyage voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage (voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Dans l'espace inouï de l'amour.    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage    &lt;br /&gt;Sur l'eau sacrée d'un fleuve indien, (voyage voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage (voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Et jamais ne revient.    &lt;br /&gt;Au dessus des capitales,    &lt;br /&gt;Des idées fatales    &lt;br /&gt;Regardent l'océan.    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage    &lt;br /&gt;Plus loin que la nuit et le jour, (voyage voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage (voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Dans l'espace inouï de l'amour.    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage, voyage    &lt;br /&gt;Sur l'eau sacrée d'un fleuve indien, (voyage voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Voyage (voyage)    &lt;br /&gt;Et jamais ne revient.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-3096254232101388798?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/3096254232101388798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=3096254232101388798' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3096254232101388798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3096254232101388798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/03/gregorian-voyage-voyage.html' title='Gregorian – Voyage. voyage'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S5bF27NYaDI/AAAAAAAADUY/c1boIcv9cfM/s72-c/video2929f6630074%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-4686550947694284252</id><published>2010-02-09T13:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:16:34.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea este…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Putem numara stele de pe cer din nebunie ori din plictiseala. Uneori din ambele motive.    &lt;br /&gt;Insa de cele mai multe ori uitam sa ne numaram si pe noi… singura stea… singura planeta, singurul soare care conteaza !… Privim Universul cu o ciudata neincredere, de parca nu     &lt;br /&gt;am putea concepe ca mai exista si alte lumi, si alte realitati, si alte locuri in care alte forme de oameni iubesc, urasc, ucid, traiesc… Astfel ca, realitatea ne izbeste necontenit     &lt;br /&gt;cu partea ei ascunsa in umbra: Ceea ce nu vedem ne vede. Ceea ce nu simtim ne simte.     &lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce nu ne lipseste ne apartine. Treptat, insa, lucruri pe care nu le vedem devin vizibile iar lucrurilor pe care suntem obisnuiti sa le avem incepem sa le simtim lipsa. Natura noastra ne spune ca omul este un sistem dinamic in care o infinitate de lucruri pe care le avem face schimb de materie si spirit cu o infintate de lucruri pe care nu le avem. Atat timp cat va exista un echilibru in acest sistem va exista si armonie. Insa omul este o fiinta haotica ce va tinde sa-si asume rolul cunoasterii si va claca in fata noilor infinituri de necunoastere pe care le va intrezari. Omul nu a fost creat pentru a fi fericit ci pentru a oscila intre nebunia descoperirii si plictisela de armonie. Fericirea este doar momeala ce-l va tine in cursa, pana la sfarsit…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-4686550947694284252?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/4686550947694284252/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=4686550947694284252' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/4686550947694284252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/4686550947694284252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/fericirea-este.html' title='Fericirea este…'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1704855500793838006</id><published>2010-02-09T13:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:16:22.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri misto de facut in lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- sa faci zgomote de masini de formula 1 cand cineva intra sau iese    &lt;br /&gt;- sa-ti sufli nasul si sa-i intrebi pe ceilalti daca vor sa vada     &lt;br /&gt;- sa vinzi produse Oriflame     &lt;br /&gt;- sa iti deschizi geanta, sa bagi capul inauntru si sa zici &amp;quot;ai destul aer acolo inauntru?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa dai fiecarui om care intra in lift cate un ecuson cu nume si sa-l porti pe al tau invers     &lt;br /&gt;- sa stai la colt cu fata la perete fara sa spui nimic si fara sa te dai jos     &lt;br /&gt;- sa fixezi un alt pasager si dupa vreo zece etaje sa-i zici &amp;quot;azi am ciorapi noi&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- dupa ce liftul s-a umplut, sa zici &amp;quot;la naiba, imi vine sa vomit!&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa citesti cu voce tare pasaje religioase     &lt;br /&gt;- sa faci pariuri cu ceilalti pasageri ca poti sa-ti bagi monede in nas     &lt;br /&gt;- sa arati celorlalti pasageri o rana si sa intrebi &amp;quot;dvs. vi se pare infectata?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa tii in mana o lada frigorifica pe care scrie &amp;quot;organe umane&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa fixezi un alt pasager, dupa care sa-i zici &amp;quot;esti unul dintre ei!&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa ragai si apoi sa zici &amp;quot;mmm...delicios!&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa intrebi fiecare pasager care urca daca poti sa apesi butonul in locul lor     &lt;br /&gt;- sa porti o papusa pe mana prin care sa comunici cu ceilalti pasageri     &lt;br /&gt;- sa faci &amp;quot;ding&amp;quot; la fiecare etaj     &lt;br /&gt;- sa te sprijini de butoane     &lt;br /&gt;- sa apesi pe toate butoanele spunand &amp;quot;oare asta ce face?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa asculti peretii liftului cu un stetoscop     &lt;br /&gt;- sa desenezi un patrat pe jos si sa-i anunti pe celalalti ca acela este spatiul tau personal     &lt;br /&gt;- sa iei cu tine un scaun     &lt;br /&gt;- sa faci baloane de saliva     &lt;br /&gt;- sa iti scoti guma din gura si sa incepi s-o lungesti     &lt;br /&gt;- sa faci sunete de explozie de fiecare data cand cineva apasa un buton     &lt;br /&gt;- sa te holbezi la degetul mic si sa zici &amp;quot;cred ca se mareste&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;- sa dansezi pe muzica din lift     &lt;br /&gt;- sa inventezi o limba noua si sa fii insistent in a pune intrebari lumii     &lt;br /&gt;- sa te uiti la tavan si sa zici &amp;quot;se pare ca va fi luna plina azi&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1704855500793838006?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1704855500793838006/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1704855500793838006' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1704855500793838006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1704855500793838006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucruri-misto-de-facut-in-lift.html' title='Lucruri misto de facut in lift'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-4251498167070098843</id><published>2010-02-09T13:15:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:16:13.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely,Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Trei femei, un tip. Trei relatii esuate. O fetita de 11 ani care incearca sa rezolve problemele amoroase ale tatalui ei.    &lt;br /&gt;Cam asa se poate rezuma acest film in cateva cuvinte. Will (Ryan Reynolds) divorteaza de sotia sa, mama fetei. Fetita, Maya (Abigail Breslin), vrea sa afle tot despre trecutul amoros al tatalui sau. Trei femei au avut o importanta deosebita in viata lui Will, iar la insistentele fetei decide sa ii povesteasca despre ele, fara sa ii spuna care dintre cele trei e mama sa. Ne este prezentata o povestire “in rama” cu trecutul lui Will, un trecut presarat de intamplari mai mult sau mai putin norocoase, in final neramanand nici cu tipa pe care chiar o iubea (nu e vorba de mama fetei). Revenind in prezent, Maya, cu inocenta specifica unui copil de 11 ani si, totusi, hotarare demna de un adult, insista ca tatal sau sa isi mai acorde o ultima sansa cu respectiva fata.     &lt;br /&gt;Mai departe e randul vostru sa urmariti filmul si sa aflati cum se aranjeaza lucrurile :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:48363cf3-5c54-4b29-b507-2817387b3239" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="590bc7ba-c591-48c7-909f-3baf7db1dad9" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfUwvTvzrg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD6lCI0gI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gJJZGWMC25I/video7f7f93bb85ae%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('590bc7ba-c591-48c7-909f-3baf7db1dad9'); 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-4251498167070098843?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/4251498167070098843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=4251498167070098843' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/4251498167070098843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/4251498167070098843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/definitelymaybe.html' title='Definitely,Maybe'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD6lCI0gI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gJJZGWMC25I/s72-c/video7f7f93bb85ae%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-355663722476437236</id><published>2010-02-09T13:15:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:15:46.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The nothing song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sigur ros - The nothing song [Vanilla sky soundtrack]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c562703f-64c6-4095-8025-eb24868f64ac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2b266493-d8d3-49b2-9246-b48f9ed83666" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqWEkam9H4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD4cyBVZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Rf8ylqSZWDg/video67b63b870221%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2b266493-d8d3-49b2-9246-b48f9ed83666'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EqWEkam9H4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EqWEkam9H4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Un film cu adevărat profund... unul dintre cele mai bune filme americane făcute vreodată... Nu sunt o mare fană a lui Tom Cruise dar a jucat uimitor rolul sau, fiind completat din afară de Penelope și Cameron...    &lt;br /&gt;Acest film nu poate să-ți schimbe viața, dar cu puterea sa misterioasă îți va putea schimba unghiul din care vezi viața, lărgindu-ți perspectivele în căi pe care nu le credeai posibile...Look closer and you'll see...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-355663722476437236?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/355663722476437236/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=355663722476437236' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/355663722476437236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/355663722476437236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-song.html' title='The nothing song'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD4cyBVZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Rf8ylqSZWDg/s72-c/video67b63b870221%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-8999823037670384100</id><published>2010-02-09T13:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:15:37.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>jueves - la oreja de van gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d3f8f3a9-a9ce-469a-b147-f9f7da4c480a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="ab157bbd-eca2-4674-a835-e53857ed4991" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjRMB1jgfYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD2Lppp_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/HTe3J2Rptw0/video468a52c7583c%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('ab157bbd-eca2-4674-a835-e53857ed4991'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hjRMB1jgfYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hjRMB1jgfYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista,    &lt;br /&gt;Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista,     &lt;br /&gt;Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón     &lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarte quién eres. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas    &lt;br /&gt;Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita,     &lt;br /&gt;Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal     &lt;br /&gt;Se inundan mis pupilas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras,    &lt;br /&gt;Yo cierro los ojos tu apartas la vista,     &lt;br /&gt;Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita     &lt;br /&gt;Y me pongo a temblar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Y así pasan los días de lunes a viernes,    &lt;br /&gt;Como las golondrinas del poema de Becquer,     &lt;br /&gt;De estación a estación,     &lt;br /&gt;En frente tu y yo va y viene el silencio. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras,    &lt;br /&gt;Yo cierro los ojos tu apartas la vista,     &lt;br /&gt;Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita     &lt;br /&gt;Y me pongo a temblar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios,    &lt;br /&gt;Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando,     &lt;br /&gt;Supongo que piensas que chica mas tonta,     &lt;br /&gt;Y me quiero morir. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pero el tiempo se para,    &lt;br /&gt;Te acercas diciendo,     &lt;br /&gt;“Yo aun no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos”,     &lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana rechazo el directo y elijo este tren. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado,    &lt;br /&gt;Un día especial este 11 de marzo,     &lt;br /&gt;Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel     &lt;br /&gt;Que apaga la luz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Te encuentro la cara gracias a mis manos, me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios, dices que me quieres y yo te regalo el último soplo de mi corazón&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-8999823037670384100?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8999823037670384100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8999823037670384100' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8999823037670384100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8999823037670384100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/jueves-la-oreja-de-van-gogh.html' title='jueves - la oreja de van gogh'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FD2Lppp_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/HTe3J2Rptw0/s72-c/video468a52c7583c%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-7433243146541078691</id><published>2010-02-09T13:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:15:26.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailar en tu boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:14a1f9d8-fc30-47ef-89e7-3a4c719dd6bd" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="70df447e-35ae-48a8-82ff-d9221e2a1895" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I57dBxsx6Z8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FDzMmfiGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ndLL1oi4XBc/video7dacf01ad873%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('70df447e-35ae-48a8-82ff-d9221e2a1895'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/I57dBxsx6Z8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/I57dBxsx6Z8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quiero que el aire que toco se transforme en fantasía    &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que la niña de mis ojos     &lt;br /&gt;Me diga que siente y me diga que es mía     &lt;br /&gt;Me baile y me ría     &lt;br /&gt;Me coja y se siente cuando yo le diga que el viento la quiere     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Puedo traerte los mares    &lt;br /&gt;Arrancarme la piel a tiras     &lt;br /&gt;Quiero leer en tus ojos     &lt;br /&gt;Pasar una noche en tu boca perdida     &lt;br /&gt;Pensar que me tocas entre sol y luna     &lt;br /&gt;Decirle a la tierra que tú o ninguna     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baila en tu boca parece una locura    &lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más me atrevo a mirar     &lt;br /&gt;Más me gustas     &lt;br /&gt;Bailar en tu boca parece una locura     &lt;br /&gt;De subir a ciegas perder la cordura     &lt;br /&gt;Saltar al vacío     &lt;br /&gt;Morirme de frío     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quiero besar las estrellas    &lt;br /&gt;Tocar la cima del firmamento     &lt;br /&gt;Quiero tocar la guitarra     &lt;br /&gt;Decir con la cuerda &amp;quot;la niña que quiero&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;Que coja y me cante cuando tenga sueño     &lt;br /&gt;Que sepa que tiene pa ella el mundo entero     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! (y olé) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baila en tu boca parece una locura    &lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más me atrevo a mirar     &lt;br /&gt;Más me gustas     &lt;br /&gt;Bailar en tu boca parece una locura     &lt;br /&gt;De subir a ciegas perder la cordura     &lt;br /&gt;Saltar al vacío     &lt;br /&gt;Morirme de frío     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que coja y me cante cuando tenga sueño    &lt;br /&gt;Que sepa que tiene pa ella el mundo entero     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! (y olé) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baila en tu boca parece una locura    &lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más me atrevo a mirar     &lt;br /&gt;Más me gustas     &lt;br /&gt;Bailar en tu boca parece una locura     &lt;br /&gt;De subir a ciegas perder la cordura     &lt;br /&gt;Saltar al vacío     &lt;br /&gt;Morirme de frío     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baila en tu boca parece una locura    &lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más me atrevo a mirar     &lt;br /&gt;Más me gustas     &lt;br /&gt;Bailar en tu boca parece una locura     &lt;br /&gt;De subir a ciegas perder la cordura     &lt;br /&gt;Saltar al vacío     &lt;br /&gt;Morirme de frío     &lt;br /&gt;Y olé! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que coja y me cante cuando tenga sueño    &lt;br /&gt;Que sepa que tiene pa ella el mundo entero...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-7433243146541078691?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7433243146541078691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7433243146541078691' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7433243146541078691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7433243146541078691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/bailar-en-tu-boca.html' title='Bailar en tu boca'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FDzMmfiGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ndLL1oi4XBc/s72-c/video7dacf01ad873%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-2128728671410166980</id><published>2010-02-09T13:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:15:14.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicker park - Maybe tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9ac52f4c-18ae-4df4-99e9-af26348f2a38" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6443489d-6dfa-4885-9bd3-eab072f10131" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VE5fw93nW9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FDwc7XuCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LC006I2BmSo/videoa6f122ef74ef%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6443489d-6dfa-4885-9bd3-eab072f10131'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/VE5fw93nW9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/VE5fw93nW9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Scurta descriere:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Josh Hartnett este Matthew, un tanar atragator care are o slujba extraordinara si o prietena minunata. Dar chiar inainte de a urca in avion pentru a semna primul sau contract important, trecutul revine si il bantuie. Matthew da intamplator peste prietenul sau Luke (Matthew Lillard) si brusc isi aminteste de Lisa (Diane Kruger), o dansatoare frumoasa cu care s-a intalnit akm cativa ani si care a disparut a doua zi dupa ce a rugat-o sa se mute cu el. Pe masura ce povestea se complica, adevarul iese la iveala treptat.    &lt;br /&gt;Beneficiind de o coloana sonora exceptionala apartinand unor formatii celebre ( Coldplay, Mazzy Star, Broken Social Scene). WICKER PARK are o distributie incantatoare de actori tineri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Titlu: &lt;em&gt;Wicker Park - Carari intortocheate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Producator: Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-2128728671410166980?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/2128728671410166980/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=2128728671410166980' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2128728671410166980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2128728671410166980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/wicker-park-maybe-tomorrow.html' title='Wicker park - Maybe tomorrow'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FDwc7XuCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LC006I2BmSo/s72-c/videoa6f122ef74ef%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-7942768392857923941</id><published>2010-02-09T13:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:14:58.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind and Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Serialul este o poveste fantastică despre înfruntarea dintre bine şi rău. Cei doi eroi trec prin numeroase aventuri pline de suspans. Tradiţia asiatică se împleteşte cu scenele de luptă realizate cu ajutorul unor efecte speciale deosebite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c1254e40-2217-4674-8ad0-cbfd72ea81b2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="c4587d37-cad1-42f0-9c60-fe7ec9d6d9aa" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8Y2PnftyA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3FDrvMMO2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/mToCLMOMe-U/videob6df65e28099%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c4587d37-cad1-42f0-9c60-fe7ec9d6d9aa'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-2884215820011767545?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/2884215820011767545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=2884215820011767545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2884215820011767545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2884215820011767545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-pe-la-scoala.html' title='De pe la scoala…'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-525870496784412315</id><published>2010-02-09T12:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:33:04.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Valoarea timpului</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unui an,vorbeste cu un student care a picat un examen important.   &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unei luni,vorbeste cu o mama care a dat nastere unui copil prematur.    &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unei saptamani,vorbeste cu editorul unei publicatii saptamanale.    &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unei ore,vorbeste cu o pereche de indragostiti care sunt despartiti si vor doar sa fie impreuna din nou.    &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unui minut,vorbeste cu cineva care tocmai a pierdut trenul sau avionul.    &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unei secunde,vorbeste cu cineva care a pierdut pe cineva drag intrun accident.    &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege valoarea unei miimi de secunda,vorbeste cu cineva care a castigat o medalie de argint la Jocurile Olimpice.    &lt;br /&gt;Timpul nu asteapta pe nimeni.Aduna-ti timpul ramas in fiecare moment si-ti va fi de mare folos.Imparte-l cu cei pe care ii pretuiesti si iubesti si va deveni mai pretios.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-525870496784412315?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/525870496784412315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=525870496784412315' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/525870496784412315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/525870496784412315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/valoarea-timpului.html' title='Valoarea timpului'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-8651897173505948455</id><published>2010-02-09T11:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:59:33.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Portraits of Iconic People of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;Afghan Girl&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo was taken as part of the National Geographic “Green Eyes” project, tracking the genetic trait of green eyes passed down through the Mongols of Genghis Khan’s time. Date: 1985. Photographer: Steve McCurry, National Geographic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExF9iWwiI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/O9V07wWa-uM/s1600-h/clip_image001%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image001" border="0" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExGdyoHbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/9wEr3y22xo0/clip_image001_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;#160; ___________________________________&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Lance Armstrong&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lance Armstrong overcame testicular cancer to win the Tour De France for seven consecutive years. Another Leibovitz triumph, this photo illustrates exactly what the Tour De France champion’s muscles are doing when he is at work. Housed at the Oswald Gallery in Austin. Date: 1999. Photographer: Annie Leibovitz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExHLtZ7TI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6mXAMfZZgx4/s1600-h/clip_image004%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExHeLTNKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GODKJw7yotY/clip_image004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Louis Armstrong&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Louis Armstrong was a jazz musician that sang vocals and played various instruments, including the trumpet as pictured. He performed solo and with other performers right up until his accidental death in 1971. Satchmo’s image was immortalized in this photo. Date: 1953. Photographer: World-Telegram staff photographer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExIPSUu-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/BqE5hehS2As/s1600-h/clip_image005%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="clip_image005" border="0" alt="clip_image005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExIbTs3yI/AAAAAAAAA2k/e6qhZPbtG8E/clip_image005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Neil Armstrong&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;An American aviator and a former astronaut, test pilot, university professor, and United States Naval Aviator. He was the first person to set foot on the Moon. Date: 1969. Photographer: NASA/Edwin E. Aldrin Jr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExI0oBPcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ca7b7d1ja1s/s1600-h/clip_image006%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExJb5s40I/AAAAAAAAA2s/f__aK6_xia4/clip_image006_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="238" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven was a German composer and pianist. He was a crucial figure in the transitional period between the Classical and Romantic eras in Western classical music, and remains one of the most acclaimed and influential of all composers. Date: 1820. Painter: Joseph Karl Stiele.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExJ0Xb7bI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MCndF6Lcw20/s1600-h/clip_image008%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image008" border="0" alt="clip_image008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExKWc--5I/AAAAAAAAA20/4ZEZcXRweIk/clip_image008_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Marlon Brando&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brando starred in a host of movies including “A Streetcar Named Desire” and “The Wild One”. Date: 1954. Photographer: Publicity Photo for “The Wild One”, used on the poster for the movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExK91Ac5I/AAAAAAAAA24/_KHT0RUVzEg/s1600-h/clip_image010%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image010" border="0" alt="clip_image010" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExLRKWTSI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZxaXwOaWruU/clip_image010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Humphrey Bogart&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Best known for “The Maltese Falcon” and “Casablanca”, Bogart was a mega-star in the golden age of Hollywood. The photographer who took this shot, George Hurrell, was responsible for many of the “glamour shots” in Hollywood in the 1930’s and 1940’s. Only in later years would his work be recognized as art. Date: 1938-1939. Photographer: George Hurrell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExLlM-ajI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zAiYKmA5D_c/s1600-h/clip_image011%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExMIk4f_I/AAAAAAAAA3E/FYyxzXWYrNg/clip_image011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="176" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Napoleon arranged a coup d’etat which brought him to power in 1799. Five years after that he crowned himself as Emperor of France. He led successful military campaigns in Italy and Egypt that bolstered his reputation. His Napoleonic Code is still being used as a basis for law in many countries. Date: 1802. Painter: Antoine-Jean Gros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExMuD1n5I/AAAAAAAAA3I/4kYZoLMwLt4/s1600-h/clip_image012%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image012" border="0" alt="clip_image012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExNCGTqvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9bCtmuNih14/clip_image012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Bono&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bono’s real name is Paul Hewson. He acquired the now-famous nickname from his friend Gavin Friday, who dubbed him “Bono Vox”. Bono didn’t like the name until he found out it translated loosely to “good voice”. Bono is not only known for being the front man for the rock band U2, but as a tireless and effective political activist for causes such as world hunger, apartheid, and AIDS. Date: 2006. Photographer: Ricardo Stuckert&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExNvLh7NI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tIBJaFUwKj4/s1600-h/clip_image013%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image013" border="0" alt="clip_image013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExOK27SiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oB7JmA5SGnY/clip_image013_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="151" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Al Capone&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The gangster was one of the the most famous people in the US. Loved for running booze during the Prohibition and hated for his murderous tactics to maintain a stranglehold on his business. Pictured here with his omnipresent cigar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExO9rAioI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lRhAJ3c6RnA/s1600-h/clip_image014%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image014" border="0" alt="clip_image014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExPCvmXOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/omgxaEE4Wgg/clip_image014_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Fidel Castro&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The former head of government of Cuba, a position that he held for 50 years. Castro overthrew the US-backed dictator Batista to seize power, and only let go of it by passing it on to his brother. Castro has been alternately reviled and praised for measures that he took with the country as dictator. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExP1m8NBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/34NAL9FjFEU/s1600-h/clip_image015%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image015" border="0" alt="clip_image015" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExQX73K1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/2WS4eNvxSCc/clip_image015_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="131" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This powerful actor not only helped to found United Artists, but set the stage for what most of us consider “comedy” to be today. Date: 1915. Photographer: Studio Photographer, Chaplin as “The Tramp”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExRHV8TTI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Om36HYbR5nU/s1600-h/clip_image016%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image016" border="0" alt="clip_image016" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExRsMo7PI/AAAAAAAAA3s/sRBbqFQuHek/clip_image016_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;An American musician, best known as the lead singer, guitarist and songwriter of grunge band Nirvana. On April 8, 1994, Cobain was found dead at his home in Seattle, the victim of what was officially ruled a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head. The circumstances of his death have become a topic of fascination and debate. Date: Unknown. Photographer: Mark Seliger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExSIMchXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/9pw4stuDjs4/s1600-h/clip_image017%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image017" border="0" alt="clip_image017" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExSYbGePI/AAAAAAAAA30/t2N3bMkXLgc/clip_image017_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;His Holiness The 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Dalai Lama&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The current Dalai Lama was exiled from his seat of power, Tibet by Chinese forces. He is an incarnate god on earth for Tibetan Buddhists. Date: 2007. Photographer: Luca Galuzzi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExS7FDpdI/AAAAAAAAA34/KTmsCBNJj_g/s1600-h/clip_image020%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image020" border="0" alt="clip_image020" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExTR5HFWI/AAAAAAAAA38/LNvRiPkzIhg/clip_image020_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="136" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dali was a Surrealist artist that produced a huge volume of works that spanned film, sculpture and paintings. He also worked with Hitchcock on a dream sequence for his film “Spellbound”, which both the artist and the director hated. The artist’s famous mustache is captured perfectly in this 1942 photo. Date: 1942. Photographer: Philippe Halsman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExT4fN6yI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-fK1cnNRotc/s1600-h/clip_image021%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image021" border="0" alt="clip_image021" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExUEqj4XI/AAAAAAAAA4E/fqU7aPstdFY/clip_image021_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Da Vinci defined the “Renaissance Man” with his inventions, art and scientific theories. This self-portrait of the famous artist and inventor was composed in red chalk. Date: 1512-1515. Artist: Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExUnmdDhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/0IT6qk22vWw/s1600-h/clip_image022%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image022" border="0" alt="clip_image022" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExVOvhR8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6Np_SRsVZyA/clip_image022_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="118" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Darwin’s “Origin of the Species” set off a powderkeg when it appeared to scientifically establish that humans evolved from apes. Years later, Darwin is still celebrated in the scientific and broader community as a visionary that held out against religious interests in order to advance the cause of science. Date: 1883 copy of 1881 original. Artist: John Collier&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExVo661AI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ufv2XYn4krU/s1600-h/clip_image023%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image023" border="0" alt="clip_image023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExV6KQiHI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2wY-Nfj6CEA/clip_image023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="149" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Princess Diana&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Princess Diana married Prince Charles and found herself divorced from him just a few years afterwards due to his persistent philandering with his current wife, Camilla Parker Bowles. Tireless in her humanitarian efforts, Diana continued to win the hearts of the British people and indeed people all over the world up until her death. Patrick Demarchelier was Princess Diana’s favourite photographer. This image he took of her was featured on the cover of People magazine after her death in 1997 and it instantly became iconic. Date: 1990. Photographer: Patrick Dermarchelier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExWdKWeFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/o9dwVz2lNcI/s1600-h/clip_image027%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image027" border="0" alt="clip_image027" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExW3pg6YI/AAAAAAAAA4c/XwJxJwRPdSc/clip_image027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The most popular English novelist of the Victorian era. He was a vigorous social campaigner, both in his own personal endeavours as well as through the recurrent themes of his literary enterprise. Date: 1858. Artist: Charles Baugniet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExXIH-ZbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/V3tc0Dw3wyA/s1600-h/clip_image028%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image028" border="0" alt="clip_image028" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExXg3uXzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EiKCiTPDcyk/clip_image028_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" height="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Marlene Dietrich&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dietrich rose from German cabaret acts to film stardom in the pre-war US. She left her native Germany for the US even after being invited back by the Nazi party prior to the outbreak of World War II due to her distaste for their policies. Date: 1951    &lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Publicity Shot for “No Highway in the Sky”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExYDk4L_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/8AQvsdcSbFg/s1600-h/clip_image029%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExYs7EFBI/AAAAAAAAA4s/jf6MY8dKKvA/clip_image029_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" height="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Walt Disney&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Walt Disney founded Walt Disney Corp. from humble beginnings as an animator. His studio produced some of the most timeless children’s movies ever and still continues to do so. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExY1CJCdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ioRFhVogTqk/s1600-h/clip_image030%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image030" border="0" alt="clip_image030" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExZQxb0DI/AAAAAAAAA40/ZBrFVh_pJIs/clip_image030_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExZ-pr4qI/AAAAAAAAA44/ZPqcXzdkEGo/s1600-h/clip_image031%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Thomas Edison&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo of a young Edison was taken with the phonograph that he invented. He was most famous for inventing a long-lasting, practical lightbulb. Date: 1877-1878. Photographer: Levin C. Handy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exaa7PGdI/AAAAAAAAA48/atZsADQQZvY/s1600-h/clip_image032%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExaxejDuI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vpuKFoFM6Lk/clip_image032_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="134" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Einstein is another father of modern science. While his most famous theory is his theory of relativity, he put forward a number of new theories that formed the foundation of modern physics and paved the way for the Atomic Age. Date: 1947. Photographer: Oren Jack Turner. Second photo: Date: 1951. Photographer: Arthur Sasse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExbO6va3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/8Cb7BUTurak/s1600-h/clip_image033%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="clip_image033" border="0" alt="clip_image033" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exb8PjZ2I/AAAAAAAAA5I/7zSGtn_kycg/clip_image033_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExcEw2fhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gQxQHmNuCVg/s1600-h/clip_image034%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image034" border="0" alt="clip_image034" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExcmW4mmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xoM904OBFtM/clip_image034_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Freud is best known for his theories of the unconscious mind and the defense mechanism of repression and for creating the clinical practice of psychoanalysis for curing psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst. Date: 1920. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExdADZNYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/tkfB_FDGdkA/s1600-h/clip_image035%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image035" border="0" alt="clip_image035" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExdtuUwpI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/a8keeUa7M_g/clip_image035_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="123" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Clark Gable&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The “King of Hollywood” in his day, most remember Clark Gable as Rhett Butler in Gone With The Wind. Date: 1938. Photographer: Publicity Shot for “It Happened One Night”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exd_IRJ3I/AAAAAAAAA5c/LgI8O1kv_mc/s1600-h/clip_image036%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image036" border="0" alt="clip_image036" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExeeYn1ZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Hk7Ely4KhMM/clip_image036_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Yuri Gagarin&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gagarin was the first human in outer space and the first to orbit the earth. He died in a training flight in 1968 and was buried within the walls of the Kremlin in Moscow. Date: Unknown. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exe1oROJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/6X-Gi157i2k/s1600-h/clip_image037%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image037" border="0" alt="clip_image037" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExfRc56pI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FgRiGf88qIA/clip_image037_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="225" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gandhi was responsible for getting the British to allow India to form its own government through his technique of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satyagraha"&gt;&lt;b&gt;satyagraha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or non-violence. Date: 1930’s. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exf9TceDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1oPnYf49xGw/s1600-h/clip_image039%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image039" border="0" alt="clip_image039" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExgZQWqVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/nj5R2lD-mjE/clip_image039_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="135" height="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Greta Garbo was a Swedish-American actress that starred in a number of movies from the silent film era to the “Golden Age” of Hollywood. Best known for “Camille” and “Ninotchka”. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exgho5uiI/AAAAAAAAA50/VkLD9Hmy8U4/s1600-h/clip_image040%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image040" border="0" alt="clip_image040" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExhJKIwEI/AAAAAAAAA54/kacmIJTJOSU/clip_image040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Judy Garland&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;While Garland had a successful film career, no appearance of hers could even come close to “The Wizard of Oz”. Before the days of instant content access, kids would camp out in front of the TV for this feature film extravaganza, which still felt modern right on up until the 1980’s, mostly due to Garland’s masterful acting of what would have otherwise been a very two-dimensional character. Date: Unknown. Photographer: Publicity shot for “The Wizard of Oz”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExhiUAUKI/AAAAAAAAA58/aS7DQMFKRmU/s1600-h/clip_image041%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image041" border="0" alt="clip_image041" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exh260JfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gBzAW4gBtdY/clip_image041_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The founder of Microsoft and a primary benefactor of the largest charitable foundation in the world, Bill Gates was one of the first tech visionaries. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExiWtAvhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/NiVb8PCFC1g/s1600-h/clip_image042%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image042" border="0" alt="clip_image042" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exi0SS7dI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZX9mdMufIew/clip_image042_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExjfMT14I/AAAAAAAAA6M/d8r6eFx5KuE/s1600-h/clip_image044%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Che Guevara&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ernesto “Che” Guevara Havannassa at the La Coubre Memorial Service in 1960. Che traveled around Latin America as a young medical student and came to the conclusion that the only solution for the poverty that he saw was world revolution. He was instrumental in Castro’s takeover of Cuba and was later assassinated by Bolivian forces who were assisted by the CIA. Date: 1960. Photographer: Alberto Korda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExjkwoMuI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pqfMzf4_gM8/s1600-h/clip_image045%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image045" border="0" alt="clip_image045" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExkDN2xWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/zu_6LnQxK1Q/clip_image045_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="151" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Widely considered to be the best electric guitarist in history, Hendrix is known for “Are You Experienced”, his rendition of “All Along the Watchtower” by Dylan, and his version of “The Star-Spangled Banner”, along with many others. Hendrix was also one of the first artists to add effects to his music in the studio. Date: Unknown. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExklljBjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/cxrvIiiNHHs/s1600-h/clip_image047%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExlJnf1oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/p1FtvEOP7hc/clip_image047_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="151" height="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This press shot from Breakfast at Tiffany’s is probably the most famous photo of Audrey Hepburn. Hepburn was plucked from a ballet lineup to play the leading role in Gigi on Broadway in 1951. She became only the third actor to be paid $1 million for her role in My Fair Lady. Date: 1961. Photographer: John Kobal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExlrSCfSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/cGfIRn9rwew/s1600-h/clip_image048%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image048" border="0" alt="clip_image048" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exl7gZyKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oqiPwV4du2s/clip_image048_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="145" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Alfred Hitchcock&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hitchcock was a director responsible for practically inventing the thriller. Classics such as “Rear Window” and “Vertigo” used advanced cinematography techniques to shock and scare his audiences. This image was taken on the set of Psycho, widely considered to be the greatest horror movie of all time. Date: Jan 29, 1960. Photographer: Hulton Archive/Getty Images.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExmSS4XHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nJW1NjD2wSo/s1600-h/clip_image049%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exm_glU3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/zGbz6abNjrU/clip_image049_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hitler gained absolute political power in Germany through an election and subsequent political and military manoeuvres that established him as the Fuhrer of Germany. His vision of a unified Germany appealed to the wider German electorate, but the darker side of Hitler’s views and the subsequent World War II brought about a decimated Germany and his own downfall. Date: Around 1932. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExnZItUZI/AAAAAAAAA6w/_AnANm7622I/s1600-h/clip_image050%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image050" border="0" alt="clip_image050" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exn4rwdMI/AAAAAAAAA60/thsFOMQ5KUc/clip_image050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Micheal Jackson is just as famous for his many commercial musical successes as he is for his odd and outlandish lifestyle. Date: 1992. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExoGxZjJI/AAAAAAAAA64/6pd9iPXAfm4/s1600-h/clip_image053%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image053" border="0" alt="clip_image053" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exog7oZaI/AAAAAAAAA68/QylWk3R5reA/clip_image053_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;A Golden Globe and Grammy Award winning English singer, songwriter and occasional actor, best known for his work as lead vocalist of The Rolling Stones. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExpEUDbxI/AAAAAAAAA7A/SZ8kv-83xRk/s1600-h/clip_image054%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Expho6bfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3ig9rz9AY3A/clip_image054_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;King was famous for his civil rights actions to bring about equality for African-Americans, including his famous “I Have a Dream” speech delivered at the March on Washington in 1963. Date: 1960. Photographer: Howard Sochure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exp8KbkiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/5T9sQRIAB8M/s1600-h/clip_image059%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExqaZq0AI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zgRXbROdU7c/clip_image059_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" height="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ledger was a film actor that died of a deadly combination of drugs prescribed by his doctors in 2008, shortly after completing his iconic role as The Joker in “The Dark Knight”. His works included 19 films, including many awards for some of his roles. This insightful painted portrait of Heath Ledger won the &lt;a href="http://www.thearchibaldprize.com.au/08/winners/peoples_choice"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People’s Choice Archibald Prize for 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The artist and Ledger were friends for a number of years. Date: 2008. Artist: Vincent Fantauzzo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exq04VpdI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DPYZ-G5PdgY/s1600-h/clip_image060%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image060" border="0" alt="clip_image060" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExrUurECI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7bmvHD197EE/clip_image060_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Bruce Lee&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Scenes involving Bruce Lee’s fists and legs actually had to be slowed down through the process of shooting the film at a higher framerate in order for audiences to be able to watch him fight in some of his movies. Lee was an icon of the Chinese martial arts, particularly Kung Fu and Wing Chun. Date: Unknown. Artist: Columbia Pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exr0ToZII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/CkAINd_-CJo/s1600-h/clip_image061%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image061" border="0" alt="clip_image061" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExssDqxSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/FmDZke3jyFs/clip_image061_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The lead singer for the Beatles enjoyed a successful solo career after the Beatles disbanded before his untimely assassination. He campaigned for the end of the Vietnam War and for peace between the US and Russia during the Cold War. Date: Unknown. Photographer: Andy Warhol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExtI6uHnI/AAAAAAAAA7g/OK3pyNtu38I/s1600-h/clip_image063%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image063" border="0" alt="clip_image063" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExtntKWiI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-i0jtg3SlhQ/clip_image063_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Yoko Ono and John Lennon&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo graced one of the most famous Rolling Stone covers of all time, celebrating the famous love of John Lennon for his lover, Yoko Ono, which had been recently popularized in a “love-in” staged at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal. Date: 1980. Photographer: Annie Leibovitz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Extz0Xl2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/TJElE7Z8U4g/s1600-h/clip_image064%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExuU440CI/AAAAAAAAA7s/zPkTz9mrnGU/clip_image064_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nelson Mandela was elected the first African President of South Africa in 1994, officially ending a long tradition of apartheid in South Africa. Mandela had been jailed for speaking out against apartheid until it was abolished in 1990. Date: 1994    &lt;br /&gt;Photographer: African National Congress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExuxXl83I/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZGMEMtg7fFU/s1600-h/clip_image066%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image066" border="0" alt="clip_image066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExveoRX2I/AAAAAAAAA70/aADhoDqfCIY/clip_image066_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bob Marley and the Wailers are the best known performers of reggae music. Marley was also a key proponent of the Rastafarian movement, bringing it into popular culture. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exv4ZefgI/AAAAAAAAA74/j0rnZdBe-EI/s1600-h/clip_image067%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image067" border="0" alt="clip_image067" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExwdxU3jI/AAAAAAAAA78/MHdyNnmSInw/clip_image067_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Sophia Loren&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loren’s career has spanned film, television, and even music. One of the most successful Italian actresses of all time. Date: 1986. Photographer: Anne Clifford.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exw424ruI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FneeWgoGrq8/s1600-h/clip_image068%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image068" border="0" alt="clip_image068" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExxQ_ZnjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hHV9xpdjDU8/clip_image068_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Born Farrokh Bulsara, this icon fronted one of the great “supergroups” of the 1970’s, Queen. Date and photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExxkHXpII/AAAAAAAAA8I/dC9CoLbxBz4/s1600-h/clip_image069%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image069" border="0" alt="clip_image069" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExyHLc79I/AAAAAAAAA8M/2L5vcRiVZCk/clip_image069_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Migrant Mother&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo of Florence Owens Thompson and her children was taken in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California. In addition to being an iconic photo of the Great Depression, it influenced Steinbeck in his writing of &lt;em&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/em&gt;. Date: 1936. Photographer: Dorothea Lange.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExyqvqHQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/2v3fPZ8jog4/s1600-h/clip_image071%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExzOelLPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/stWLoTEaIGA/clip_image071_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="153" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Marilyn Monroe was a screen actress who died under mysterious circumstances that were officially ruled as a suicide. Widely considered to be one of the most beautiful actresses ever, Monroe was married to a few husbands, including baseball player Joe DiMaggio, and is widely rumoured to have had an affair with JFK during his presidency.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was a scene from the movie “The Seven Year Itch”. The location shot in front of the Trans-Lux theatre in New York City had to be redone in the studio due to excessive crowd noise, but it yielded this picture. Date: 1954. Photographer: Matty Zimmerman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExzYCRBdI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/sCHpdZTPRGE/s1600-h/clip_image072%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="clip_image072" border="0" alt="clip_image072" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Exz1COAyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-W5RtwaCTJk/clip_image072_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex0VYG6MI/AAAAAAAAA8g/d94VBkFE7a0/s1600-h/clip_image073%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex027RCFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-7-HxACFVks/clip_image073_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="248" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo is another iconic photo of Monroe, this time taken by photographer Milton H. Greene, who was also her good friend. Date: 1954. Photographer: Milton H. Greene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Jim Morrison&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Morrison was the frontman for the Doors and is collectively responsible with his bandmates for godfathering the alternative rock movement. Iggy Pop used one of Morrison’s poems as the basis for his successful song “The Passenger”. Date: 1967.    &lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Joel Brodsky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex1e8ovfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/mylDY8q3QIQ/s1600-h/clip_image074%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image074" border="0" alt="clip_image074" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex1gLm8sI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lGQ85C1sFx8/clip_image074_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mozart composed over 600 works of music, including “The Magic Flute”. He began composing at the age of five. Date: 1819. Artist: Barbara Krafft.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex2Eo_BtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/io2CITaPbUo/s1600-h/clip_image075%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image075" border="0" alt="clip_image075" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex2uVjbXI/AAAAAAAAA80/BD5ZywYBpFU/clip_image075_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex3HNTHzI/AAAAAAAAA84/GsAcel5UWXs/s1600-h/clip_image079%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Pablo Picasso&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Picasso was one of the pre-eminent artists of the 20th century and a major proponent of the Cubist movement. While being shot for this portrait, Picasso could view himself in the wide angle lens of the camera and instinctively moved to place himself where he needed to be for the shot. Date: 1954. Photographer: Yousuf Karsh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex3tTgXaI/AAAAAAAAA88/wjmy5dj61pU/s1600-h/clip_image080%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image080" border="0" alt="clip_image080" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex313c0wI/AAAAAAAAA9A/eOLPVEd_YBY/clip_image080_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Poe was an eccentric and prolific author that published some of the best horror fiction ever known. He also coined “Poe’s Law”, which was that poems should be short enough to read in a single sitting. Date: 1848. Photographer: W.S. Hartshorn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex4Sv9-oI/AAAAAAAAA9E/u7ZvH204Ds8/s1600-h/clip_image081%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image081" border="0" alt="clip_image081" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex4zX5koI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zpBTAf9jIgU/clip_image081_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="196" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Elvis Presley popularized a more sexually charged style of music called “Rock and Roll” that was the delight of younger people of his generation and the bane of parents who credited his style of music with demoralizing a generation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex5mkndOI/AAAAAAAAA9M/idZz10jaqUs/s1600-h/clip_image082%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex6QAZEPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/tHASUWJ-1Y0/clip_image082_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="206" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Grigorij Rasputin&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This photo of Russia’s “Mad Monk” showcases his piercing eyes. Rasputin was an unstable monk that the Russian royal family took in to heal their son, believing that he had a supernatural ability to heal the boy. Russian nobles decided to oust him through a legendary execution. Date: 1914-1916. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex6-pKWlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/INvvpl7rK1A/s1600-h/clip_image083%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image083" border="0" alt="clip_image083" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex7X6o0KI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Lo-6NVTDOxA/clip_image083_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;William Shakespeare produced a huge folio of work as both a playwright and a poet. There are ongoing debates as to which portraits of Shakespeare are “real”, if any. The Chandos Portrait, pictured below, is the most famous of them all. See &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portraits_of_Shakespeare"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more details on the controversy. Date: Early 1600’s. Artist: John Taylor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex7m-hBkI/AAAAAAAAA9c/dTeufe9gNwA/s1600-h/clip_image085%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image085" border="0" alt="clip_image085" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex8LnWXaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/faJGBrgOjBQ/clip_image085_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="137" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sinatra was a popular musician and film actor that was the recipient of 11 Grammy awards. During the latter part of his career he once again made a name for himself as one of the foremost acts in Las Vegas. Date: Unknown. Photographer: John Domini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex8jvou0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/IpAsdWEKAJU/s1600-h/clip_image086%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image086" border="0" alt="clip_image086" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex96sYFmI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Og_lcQrM7Mc/clip_image086_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Dame Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor’s famous violet eyes are hard to miss in this photo. She was the first actress to be paid $1 Million for her title role in the movie “Cleopatra”. Since retiring from her film career, Taylor has worked to further humanitarian causes, most notably being an AIDS advocate at a time when many other celebrities shied away from the cause. Date: 1951. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex-dqC4QI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kZ8HuMiV45M/s1600-h/clip_image088%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image088" border="0" alt="clip_image088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex-lhqe4I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ByVSN8zlk3U/clip_image088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the time of her death in 1997, Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity organization was running 610 missions in 123 countries. Date: 1986. Photographer: Túrelio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex_BAR3BI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZLrI6pWhHPU/s1600-h/clip_image089%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image089" border="0" alt="clip_image089" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex_RW-t-I/AAAAAAAAA94/rHa2xx_gMS0/clip_image089_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="141" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;An American author and humorist. Twain is most noted for his novels Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, which has since been called the Great American Novel and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. He is extensively quoted. Date: 1907. Photographer: Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Ex_zh8-iI/AAAAAAAAA98/--f-m9KUJek/s1600-h/clip_image090%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image090" border="0" alt="clip_image090" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3EyAay-95I/AAAAAAAAA-A/l7F4TxUOfAY/clip_image090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Christopher Walken&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Christopher Walken is a great example of a celebrity that was made even more popular through the internet in the 21st Century. While he has been in a string of movies, he is more famous throughout the Intertubes for his Saturday Night Live skit in which he demands “more cowbell”. Date: April 2003. Photographer: Mark Seliger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3EyAqM-XYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MxBTG-GbCow/s1600-h/clip_image092%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="clip_image092" border="0" alt="clip_image092" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3EyBEF8OQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/FxM2nA4oWWo/clip_image092_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;See more at &lt;a href="http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/06/100-portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time/"&gt;http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/06/100-portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-8651897173505948455?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8651897173505948455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8651897173505948455' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8651897173505948455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8651897173505948455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time.html' title='Portraits of Iconic People of All Time'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3ExGdyoHbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/9wEr3y22xo0/s72-c/clip_image001_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-7802246754742682622</id><published>2010-02-08T22:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:06:40.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Negru sub soare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Buy_M56rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/IfZkIAv2Ofs/s1600-h/Good_Vs_Evil_by_valse_des_ombres%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Good_Vs_Evil_by_valse_des_ombres" border="0" alt="Good_Vs_Evil_by_valse_des_ombres" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Buz-jCaZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/XNJ0uFFN94Y/Good_Vs_Evil_by_valse_des_ombres_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Eu vad lucruri pe care tu nici macar nu ti le poti imagina! Am acces la multe informatii si simt ceea ce nici un om nu a mai simtit pana acum.   &lt;br /&gt;-Tu nu vezi nimic! Nu ai cum, esti oarba din nastere!    &lt;br /&gt;-Si ce inseamna sa fii orb? Sa nu vezi, sa nu percepi ceea ce exista in jurul tau?    &lt;br /&gt;-Pai da, raspunse surprins barbatul. Cum arat eu? Poti spune asta? Poti spune ce culoare are parul meu? Poti intelege ce este aceea o culoare? Ce este rosu?    &lt;br /&gt;-Te vad bine, nu incape nici o indoiala. Te cunosc mai bine decat te cunosti pe tine insuti. Stiu cine esti, cu ce te ocupi, stiu din ce este facut sufletul tau. Tu stii?    &lt;br /&gt;-Cine esti tu de fapt? O impostoare. Nu-mi raspunzi concret la nici o intrebare. Te prefaci mereu. Spui ca stii totul cand de fapt nu stii nimic. Te crezi superioara doar pentru ca nu vezi. Esti un nimeni in ochii mei.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu stii ce vorbesti. Esti suparat. O sa-ti treaca. Intoarce-te dupa ce-ti revii si am sa-ti raspund la intrebari atunci.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu! Acum vorbim si rezolvam totul. Am venit la tine cu un scop si nu plec pana nu-mi ating tinta. Vrei bani? Spune ce vrei in schimbul unei informatii.    &lt;br /&gt;-Stiu ce vrei, dar raspunsul numai tu il poti afla. Raspunsul este in jurul tau, doar ca esti prea ocupat sa-l vezi. Bine, iti voi spune daca-mi redai vederea. Vreau sa vad culorile, cerul, iarba. Vreau sa privesc rasaritul si apusul.    &lt;br /&gt;-Fie. Ma intorc dupa trei zile sa-mi zici ce-ai vazut. Si spunand acestea barbatul sa intoarse pe calcaie si pleca fara sa salute.    &lt;br /&gt;M-am dus la fereastra si am incercat sa-mi dau seama ce este ceea ce privesc. Pete de culoare, nimic altceva. Sus era cerul si acela era albastrul. Ce culoare, prima pe care o recunosteam, dar era atat de rece. Am iesit sa privesc totul si ochii mei lacomi capatau fiecare informatie fara nici o problema. Imaginea era de cristal si chiar mai mult. Cine si-ar fi putut inchipui vreodata ca vazul te poate face atat de fericit, te poate imbata? “Privesc!” mi-am spus. “Privesc toate minunatiile create de Dumnezeu si de om!”    &lt;br /&gt;Dar nici o bucurie nu e facuta sa dureze si in curand am inceput sa vad mai mult decat minunatii. Am inceput sa vad suferinta, durere, lacrimi. Ma uit la tot ceea ce nu vor oamenii sa vada atunci cand isi intorc privirea. Si pe cat de minunate sunt creatiile, pe atat de inspaimantatoare sunt privelistile de pe strazi. Boala pluteste in aer si dintr-o data mi se face scarba. Scarba de ceea ce vad si de ceea ce respir, scarba de viata si de oameni. Eu care ii vedeam in felul meu, ii simteam si ii iubeam. Ii vad acum ca pe niste paraziti ce locuiesc in Paradis si-l devoreaza. Acum inteleg de fapt ce a insemnat izgonirea din Rai. Captivitatea in propria ignoranta si rautate. Oamenii nu merita nimic din ceea ce au primit. Nu merita sa traiasca. Privesc dar nu vad nici o speranta. Trei zile am cautat neintrerupt macar un om cu sufletul curat. Doar unul pentru care pamantul merita sa germineze. Degeaba. Totul se duce de rapa. E ultima seara si prefer sa vad natura decat oameni. Prefer sa vad animalele si apusul. Culorile sunt fascinante dar ele nu exista cu adevarat decat in mintea noastra. Pacat! Pacat de lumea asta minunata de care-si bat joc toti oamenii. Dupa ce au rasarit primele stele am inceput sa ma indrept cu pasi marunti spre casa. Deja nici eu nu ma mai uitam la cei care dormeau pe jos. Ma exilasem intr-un loc placut, plin de iubire si am simtit ca ma transform si eu intr-o persoana fara suflet. Nici eu nu sunt mai buna; imi merit soarta.    &lt;br /&gt;Am intrat in casa si parea un loc strain si neprimitor. Un loc rece in care el ma astepta de o ora.    &lt;br /&gt;-Ei bine, ce ai vazut? Intreba el cu un zambet perfid pe buze.    &lt;br /&gt;-Tu esti de vina, am raspuns. Numai tu! Mi-ai dat privirea si m-ai facut sa vad doar partea intunecata.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu e adevarat. Adica nu intru-totul. Tu ai ales sa vezi raul in loc sa privesti binele.    &lt;br /&gt;-Oamenii sunt rai si meschini.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu. Sunt obligati sa fie asa, nu e din proprie vointa.    &lt;br /&gt;-Si-ar fi putut schimba destinul dar nu au facut-o. Ei sunt cei orbi, nu eu. Profetia se va adeveri. Nu am nici un motiv sa ma opun.    &lt;br /&gt;-Trebuia sa te uiti mai atent, spuse el cu o figura serioasa ce parea speriata si trista in acelasi timp, dar ochii lui imi spuneau altceva. Ochii lui erau bucurosi. Sclipeau, emanau lumina. Da, ochii lui ca de mort straluceau si inima-i batea din ce in ce mai repede din cauza emotiei.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu mai exista cale de intoarcere, am spus.    &lt;br /&gt;-Sigur ca este. Intotdeauna ai de ales.    &lt;br /&gt;Noaptea s-a lasat peste metropola si peste ochii mei, lasandu-ne in intuneric. Dulce bezna! Acum pot vedea, pot simti mai bine, trebuie sa ma mai gandesc. Am inceput sa aud o voce in urechie care care ma intreba in soapta: “Unde-ti sunt aripile?”    &lt;br /&gt;-Mi-au cazut, am raspuns. Apoi am inceput sa citesc mai cu atentie in sufletul celui care statea in fata mea. Tu nu esti doar un simplu om, i-am spus. Te vad acum. Ce oarba am fost! De ce ai intrat tu in viata mea? Ce vrei de fapt de la mine?    &lt;br /&gt;-Stii foarte bine ce caut aici. Am fost creat de oameni pentru a le indrepta pasii spre calea distrugerii. Ei au vrut asta. Eu doar le indeplinesc dorinta.    &lt;br /&gt;-Spui numai jumatate din adevar.    &lt;br /&gt;-Te-ai intrebat vreodata de ce sunt orbi ingerii? Ca sa nu vada decat sufletul oamenilor, sa vada doar samanta iubirii din ei, ca sa le dea mereu o noua sansa, sa-i ierte. Eu sunt realitatea, eu sunt ceea ce tu nu trebuia sa vezi cand te-ai nascut. Dar acum ma vezi cu adevarat si stii ceea ce s-ar putea intampla. Tu esti avocatul sau procurorul lor. Apara-i sau condamna-i caci in seara asta trebuie sa se sfarsasca totul. Sa decidem si sa cadem de accord. Nu te mai lasa orbita de apatente. Impreuna putem crea o lume mai buna.    &lt;br /&gt;-Mai buna? Asta inseamna mai rea la tine?! Deci vrei sa fie diostrusi pentru ca nu sunt suficient de rai. Ma faci sa cred ca merita sa le mai dau o sansa, ca merita sa lupt.    &lt;br /&gt;-Pana acum ne-am inteles bine. Am coexistat in sufletul acestui univers. Te-am lasat sa privesti in exterior. M-am purtat bine. Am castigat teren dar te-am lasat sa-ti exprimi parerea. Oare a meritat? Poate ar trebui sa scap de tine acum, si pot s-o fac cu usurinta. Esti slabita dupa tot ce ai vazut. Chiar nu ti-ai dat seama? Era un motiv serios pentru care te-ai nascut oarba. In clipa in care ai acceptat darul meu, ai devenit la fel ca mine!    &lt;br /&gt;-Minti. Puterea mea e nelimitata. Eu pot sa-ti arat ca sufletul omului e bun si plin de iubire. Tu esti cel care a vrut cu tot dinadinsul sa-l vada subjugat, prins in lanturile urii. Tu nu te multumesti cu jumatati de masura, nu-i asa? Bine-nteles ca vrei totul. Nu vrei sa imparti puterea cu mine dar uite ca esti obligat si nu poti face nimic.    &lt;br /&gt;-Ba pot si o voi face cu orice pret. Uiti ca puterile noastre sunt egale. Tu poti sa-mi arati ce este iubirea, eu pot sa-ti arat ce este ura. Suntem ingeri si demoni, buni si rai. Suntem facuti unul pentru altul; cum semnele contrare se atrag si coexista, asa si noi. Nu vei intalni nicaieri numai bine sau numai rau. Le vei intalni impreuna si trebuie sa te obisnuiesti cu ideea asta. Putem trai in armonie sau in razboi. Tu alegi!    &lt;br /&gt;-Esti intelept pentru statutul tau. Ma voi lupta cu tine. Mai bine mor decat sa fiu corupta. Viata este o lupta permanenta iar eu sunt pregatita.    &lt;br /&gt;-Ciudat pentru un inger. Credeam ca voua va place linistea. Tu vrei razboi, eu vreau pace.    &lt;br /&gt;-Vrei compromisuri.    &lt;br /&gt;-Viata este un compromis. Nimeni nu are nimic de castigat de pe urma acestui razboi. Noi suntem sufletul acestui univers. Trebuie sa pastram armonia nu sa-l omoram.    &lt;br /&gt;-Mai bine moartea, am spus cu lacrimi in ochi.    &lt;br /&gt;-Nu gandesti limpede. Moartea nu ajuta la nimic. Energia asta va fi transferata mai departe in timp si spatiu. Va renaste iar noi vom fi acolo luptand in continuare pentru suprematie.    &lt;br /&gt;-Noi nu suntem facuti sa traim in armonie. Suntem facuti sa luptam. Trebuie sa luptam ca sa ajutam sufletul sa traiasca, altfel viata ar fi searbada, omul nu ar mai avea pentru ce sa traiasca. Chiar nu intelegi lucrul acesta? Datorita noua traieste si odata cu el, traim si noi. Trebuie sa continuam lupta. Este esentiala. Tu vrei pace pentru ca esti prea comod. Daca ar fi doar unul dintre noi, sufletul nu ar putea supravietui. Haide sa-i redam speranta, sa-l facem sa simta ca traieste!    &lt;br /&gt;-Tu nu intelegi? Eu sunt aici pentru a face rau. Sunt aici ca sa-l fac sa sufere. Sunt aici ca sa ma opun tie. Orice zici tu, orice faci tu este opusul meu.    &lt;br /&gt;-Sunt obosita si vreau sa ma odihnesc, dar nu pot. Avem o misiune de indeplinit si daca n-o ducem la capat, ce se va alege de universul asta?    &lt;br /&gt;-Profetia se va indeplini. Ne vom lupta pana-l vom omori! Ce fel de inger esti tu? Iubesti oamenii si-i omori cu iubirea ta? Haide, distruge-i sufletul! Nu-mi pasa. Eu am plecat. Imi permit sa fac ce vreau. Dar tine minte ca prin plecarea mea nu va rezista nici o zi.    &lt;br /&gt;-Macar in acea zi va simti cu adevarat ce este viata si o va iubi. Tu nu ai cum sa intelegi!    &lt;br /&gt;-Te urasc! Spuse el si incepura sa se lupte pe viata si pe moarte.    &lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca e in natura noastra, a oamenilor sa ne lasam prada grijilor ce ne sfasie sufletul. Poate ca noi suntem de fapt cei care controleaza lupta dintre bine si rau. Noi luam deciziile si ne selectam prioritatile. Dar oare e bine sa alegem singuri, caci odata cu ele vin si responsabilitatile?!    &lt;br /&gt;Destinul e in mainile noastre. Sau poate nu!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-7802246754742682622?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7802246754742682622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7802246754742682622' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7802246754742682622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7802246754742682622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2010/02/negru-sub-soare.html' title='Negru sub soare'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/S3Buz-jCaZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/XNJ0uFFN94Y/s72-c/Good_Vs_Evil_by_valse_des_ombres_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-7755780260614196366</id><published>2009-10-04T20:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:56:28.255+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>DE CE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*dc simti numai fiori cand pers pe care o iubesti iti spune recele "nu" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc o pers simte nevoia sa se minta singur .. dar e constient de realitate ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc asteptam mereu ceva ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc suntem mereu dezamagiti de ceva ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc in vis cand mai ai putin si ajungi unde vrei te trezesti ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc e cerul albastru ?si nu mov ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* dc luna fuge dupa soare ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc exista lacrimi ... sau fete triste ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc exista oameni care se drogheaza cu pastile si de nu exista cei care o fac prin dragoste ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc nu exista drogati de prea multa dragoste ...  ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc exista dragoste ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc te simti asa bine cand saruti ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc inchizi ochii cand saruti ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc iti doresti prea multe de la cineva care nu le poate darui ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc te indragostesti dupa un sarut ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc iti dai seama prea tarziu de anumite chestii ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc cand esti trist te imbraci in negru ? si cand esti fericit in culori deschise ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc conteaza daca esti blonda sau bruneta ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc exista deprimarile ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc suferim dupa orice ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc nu exista egalitate ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc te bufneste plansul daca persoana care tu ai impresia ca e numai a ta sta langa altcineva ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc ai vrea sa stii la ce se gandesc ceilalti ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc nu ascultam de cuvintele celor din jur? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc acum   ? si nu inainte   ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc atunci cand plangi vrei pe cineva langa tine ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc trebuie sa fim aiuriti ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc vrem sa obtinem ceva ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dc ne intrebam ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-7755780260614196366?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7755780260614196366/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7755780260614196366' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7755780260614196366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7755780260614196366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-ce.html' title='DE CE?'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-8560521188825321987</id><published>2009-09-28T19:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:16:04.200+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Sotul anului</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa incepem cu....Marea Britanie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqnV3FR3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/V9p53hPM1AU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqnV3FR3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/V9p53hPM1AU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563115939088242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...urmata bineinteles de Statele Unite ale Americii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqg7Z8lEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k6Hk5rPFTJk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqg7Z8lEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k6Hk5rPFTJk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563005758346306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...si apoi...Polonia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgpRhmXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MvOb28khTLs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgpRhmXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MvOb28khTLs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563000891185522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...dar pe locul 3 este ....Grecia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgaCUCdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WaD2odCflpE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgaCUCdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WaD2odCflpE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386562996800850386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...foarte greu de hotarat, dar locul doi il ocupa...Serbia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgIpn0RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mtvJfETIs0M/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqgIpn0RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mtvJfETIs0M/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386562992133886226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...dar castigatorul sotului/partenerului anului este.... IRLANDA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....trebuie sa iubesti irlandezii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqfhxgqhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HWoCPVFIQaE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqfhxgqhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HWoCPVFIQaE/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386562981697989138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irlandezii sunt adevarati romantici....priviti: o si tine de mana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8959503863587250814-8560521188825321987?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8560521188825321987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8560521188825321987' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8560521188825321987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8560521188825321987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/sotul-anului.html' title='Sotul anului'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SsDqnV3FR3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/V9p53hPM1AU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-5445204059940890583</id><published>2009-09-25T20:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:39:36.232+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Scrisoarea unei mame blonde catre fiul ei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Draga fiule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti scriu aceste randuri ca sa stii ca iti scriu. Daca primesti aceasta scrisoare inseamna ca a ajuns cu bine. Daca nu o primesti, atunci sa ma anunti pentru a ti-o mai trimite o data. Iti scriu incet pentru ca stiu ca tu nu citesti prea repede. Acum cateva zile tatal tau a citit ca marea majoritate a accidentelor se petrec la o distanta de un kilometru de casa. De aceea ne-am hotarat sa ne mutam mai departe. Noua casa este minunata; are si masina de spalat, dar nu stiu sigur daca merge. Ieri, am bagat lenjeria in ea, am tras de maneta, si de atunci n-am mai vazut-o. Vremea pe aici nu e foarte rea. Saptamana trecuta n-a plouat decat de doua ori. Prima data, ploaia a tinut 3 zile, a doua oara 4 zile. Apropo de vesta pe care o vroiai, unchiul Petre mi-a spus ca daca o trimitem cu nasturi, cum sunt ei grei, o sa coste mai mult; atunci am taiat nasturii si i-am pus in buzunar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In sfarsit, l-am ingropat pe bunicu’; l-am gasit cand ne-am mutat. Era in dulap din ziua in care a castigat la “De-a v-ati ascunselea”. Sa-ti mai zic ca alaltaieri, a explodat bucataria si tatal tau si cu mine am “zburat” din casa. Ce emotie! A fost pentru prima data dupa multi ani cand tatal tau si cu mine iesim impreuna undeva. A venit doctorul sa vada daca suntem in regula, si mi-a pus un tub de sticla in gura. Mi-a zis sa nu vorbesc 10 minute. Tatal tau s-a oferit sa cumpere tubul acela. Si daca tot vorbim de taica-tu, te anunt ca si-a gasit de lucru, e foarte mandru de asta. Lucreaza peste aproape 500 de oameni. L-au angajat sa tunda iarba in citimir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sora ta Julia, cea care s-a casatorit cu sotul ei, a nascut in sfarsit, da’ nu stim inca sexul copilului. N-as putea inca sa-ti spun daca esti unchi sau matusa. Taica-tu a intrebat-o pe sora-ta Lucia daca mai este insarcinata. Lucia i-a zis ca da, in 5 luni de-acum; atunci taica-tu a intrebat-o daca era sigura ca era al ei. Ea i-a spus sigur ca da. Ce fata sigura, cata mandrie! Asa fata, asa tata! Varul tau Paul s-a casatorit si se roaga in fiecare zi in fata sotiei lui. E fecioara! Dimpotriva, nu l-am mai vazut pe unchiul Vasile, ala care a murit anul trecut… Cel mai rau e frate-tu ala mic, Ionut. A incuiat masina si a lasat cheile inauntru. A trebuit sa se duca pana acasa sa aduca dublura ca sa ne scoata pe toti de acolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bine, fiule. Nu pot sa-ti trec adresa pe plic pentru ca n-o stiu. De fapt, ultima familie care a locuit aici, a plecat cu numerele pentru a le pune la noua adresa. Daca o vezi pe Margareta, transmite-i salutarile noastre. Daca n-o vezi nu-i spune nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama ta care te adora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antoaneta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Aveam de gand sa-ti pun si niste bani, dar deja am inchis plicul.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-5445204059940890583?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/5445204059940890583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=5445204059940890583' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5445204059940890583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5445204059940890583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrisoarea-unei-mame-blonde-catre-fiul.html' title='Scrisoarea unei mame blonde catre fiul ei'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1470979856509630893</id><published>2009-09-22T22:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:35:29.042+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>OFERTA DEOSEBITA LA...COLIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Srkm3APOC3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/u2BQjW6j3JA/s1600-h/1195653687_351de78f2f571dcfaec8d4c5587a0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu'i adevarat, salariul s'a ieftinit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; * * *&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ce este salariul ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O atentie din partea statului ! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; * * *&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Necajit, un muncitor se intreaba in fata fabricii :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu proprietar, eu producator ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De ce m'am dat afara ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-7184916220302437316?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7184916220302437316/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7184916220302437316' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7184916220302437316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7184916220302437316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/amuzante.html' title='Amuzante..'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1055046612687012827</id><published>2009-09-14T17:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:34:09.317+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Fii barbat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un barbier greseste, e un nou stil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un sofer greseste, e un accident.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un parinte greseste, e o noua generatie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un politician greseste, e o noua lege.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un savant greseste, e o noua inventie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un croitor greseste, e o noua moda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca un profesor greseste, e o noua teorie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca seful tau greseste, E GRESEALA TA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1055046612687012827?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1055046612687012827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1055046612687012827' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1055046612687012827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1055046612687012827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/fii-barbat.html' title='Fii barbat...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1425723736629817682</id><published>2009-09-14T17:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:12:12.618+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Noul Regulament...hehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CONCEDIUL MEDICAL &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Din acest moment nu mai acceptam adeverinta medicala a unui doctor prin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;care se adevereste ca sunteti bolnav. Daca puteti merge la doctor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;inseamna ca puteti veni si la serviciu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OPERATII CHIRURGICALE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Operatiile chirurgicale sunt interzise . Atata vreme cat sunteti angajat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la noi, veti avea nevoie de toate organele. Nu veti elimina nimic. Noi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;v-am angajat intact. In cazul in care eliminati un organ, vom considera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;acest lucru indisciplina la locul de munca. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ZILE IN FOLOS PERSONAL &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiecare angajat va primi 104 zile personale pe an. Ele se numesc sambata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;si duminica. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ZILE DE CONCEDIU &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toti angajatii vor primi concediul in aceeasi perioada a anului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zilele de vacanta sunt dupa cum urmeaza: 1 ianuarie si 25 decembrie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ZILE LIBERE PENTRU INMORMANTARI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aceasta nu e o scuza sa lipsiti de la serviciu. Oricum nu mai puteti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;face nimic pentru prietenii, rudele sau colegii morti. In cazurile rare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in care un angajat va fi nevoit sa participe la inmormantari, acestea se&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vor programa seara tarziu. Suntem bucurosi sa va permitem sa lucrati in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pauza de pranz pentru a putea pleca mai devreme, cu conditia sa va&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;terminati insarcinarile pe ziua respectiva. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ABSENTA CAUZATA DE PROPRIUL DECES &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acest incident poate fi acceptat ca scuza . In orice caz, este necesar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;un preaviz de 2 saptamani precum si pregatirea unui inlocuitor care sa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;va preia atributiile. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FOLOSIREA TOALETELOR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mult prea mult timp se petrece la toaleta.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In viitor se va merge la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;toaleta in ordine alfabetica. Spre exemplu angajatii al caror nume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;incepe cu "A" se vor duce de la 8:00 la 8:20, cei cu "B" de&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la 8:20 la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:40, si asa mai departe. Daca nu va puteti depalsa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in timpul alocat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;veti fi nevoiti sa asteptati pana adoua zi cand sunteti programati. In&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;situatii de maxima urgenta, angajatii pot face shimb de locuri intre ei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Superviserii ambilor angajati implicati in schimb trebuie sa aprobe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;aceasta schimbare in scris.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In plus, acum exista o restrictie de 3 minute de stationare in toalete.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La sfarsitul celor 3 minute se va declansa o alarma, hartia igienica se&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;va retrage automat, usa de la toaleta se va deschide si contravenientul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;va fi fotografiat. La a doua abatere, fotografia va fi publicata in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ziarul intern al companiei la rubrica "Acte de indisciplina". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PAUZA DE MASA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Persoanele slabe vor primi 30 de minute pauza de masa, deoarece trebuie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sa manace mai mult pentru a arata sanatoase . Persoanele cu greutate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;normala vor primi 15 minute pauza de masa, pentru a-si pastra silueta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Persoanele supraponderale vor primi 5 minute pauza de masa deoarece este&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;suficient pentru a lua o pastila de slabit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Va multumim pentru loialitatea aratata fata de companie. Suntem aici&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pentru a asigura o experienta pozitiva angajatilor. Orice intrebari,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;comentarii, nelamuriri, plangeri, reclamatii, frustrari, iritari,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;suparari, insinuari, acuzatii, vor fi adresate in alta parte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CUM NE IMBRACAM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Este recomnadat sa veniti imbracati la serviciu conform salariului&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;primit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca purtati pantofi Prada de $350 sau o geanta Gucci de $600 vom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;presupune ca o duceti bine din punct de vedere financiar, deci nu aveti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;nevoie de o marire de salariu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca va imbracati saracacios, va trebui sa invatati sa va administrati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;banii mai bine pentru a va cumpara haine mai frumoase, prin urmare nu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;aveti nevoie de o marire de salariu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daca va imbracati potrivit, sunteti exact acolo unde trebuie si in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;consecinta nu aveti nevoie de o marire de salariu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Va dorim o saptamana placuta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conducerea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1425723736629817682?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1425723736629817682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1425723736629817682' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1425723736629817682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1425723736629817682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/noul-regulamenthehe.html' title='Noul Regulament...hehe...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6667223538371342652</id><published>2009-09-09T18:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:06:31.102+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>Destul timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem Timp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp pentru toate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in stanga si-n dreapta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa regretam ce am gresit si sa gresim din nou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa citim si sa scriem .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa ne facem inluzii si sa vascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp pentru ambiti si boli, sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa privim nori, reclamele sau un accident oarecare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa ne facem prieteni si sa-i pierdem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa aceea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem timp pentru toate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAr nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete... Cand sa facem si asta MURIM. &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/8959503863587250814-6667223538371342652?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/6667223538371342652/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=6667223538371342652' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6667223538371342652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6667223538371342652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/destul-timp.html' title='Destul timp...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6832520559587826389</id><published>2009-09-09T18:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:34:58.384+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>20 de Lucruri Despre Viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1) Tocmai posibilitatea sa-ti implinesti un vis face viata mai frumoasa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Lucrurile simple sunt mai grele....citeste profunzimea din ele!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Cu prietenii pe care si-i face omul nu tre' sa stai zi de zi, ajungi sa-i consideri ca facand parte din viata ta. Si dak fac parte din viata ta....incep sa vrea sa ti-o schimbe.....pt ca toti stiu cum tre' sa traim noi. Si niciodata nu au habar de cum trebuie sa-si traiasca propriile vieti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Toti oamenii, la adolescenta, stiu care e Legenda lor Personala. In acest moment al vietii totul este limpede, totul este posibil si oamenii nu se tem sa viseze si sa doreasca tot ce le-ar placea sa faca in viata. Cu toate acestea, pe masura ce trece timpul, o forta misterioasa incearca, incet, incet, sa dovedeasca faptul ca Legenda Personala este imposibil de realizat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Cand tu vrei ceva cu adevarat, tot Universul conspira la realizarea dorintei tale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Oamenii afla foarte devreme care e ratiunea lor de a trai.....poate din cauza asta renunta la tot atat de curand!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Totul in viata are un pret.....ai grija cat esti dispus sa platesti!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Sunt si eu ca toti ceilalti oameni: vad lumea asa cum vreau eu sa fie, nu asa cum este de fapt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Trebuie sa invatam sa traim cu greselile noastre si sa tragem foloase din ele !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Orice binecuvantare care nu e acceptata se transforma in blestem!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Cand cineva ia o decizie, de fapt se cufunda intr-un torent puternic ce-l duce in locuri pe care nici el nu le visase in momentul luarii hotararii!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Istoria noastra si istoria lumii au fost scrise de aceeasi Mana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Cand nu mai ai cale de intoarcere, trebuie sa te gandesti numai la cel mai bun mod de a merge mai departe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) In prezent sta tot secretul, poti sa-l imbunatatesti. Si dak iti imbunatatesti prezentul, tot ce se va intampla apoi va fi ma bine.....uita viitorul!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Iubesti pt ca iubesti.....nu exista un motiv pt care sa iubesti!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Frica de suferinta este mai rea decat insasi suferinta!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) Ochii dezvalui puterea sufletului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) Un singur lucru face visele imposibile:frica de esec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) De cate ori cautam sa fim mai buni decat suntem, totul in jurul nostru devine mai bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) Tot ce se intampla o data, poate sa nu se mai intample niciodata. Dar tot ce se intampla de 2 ori se va intampla si a treia oara!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         ALCHIMISTUL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                      DE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                            PAULO COELHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8959503863587250814-6832520559587826389?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/6832520559587826389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=6832520559587826389' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6832520559587826389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6832520559587826389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/20-de-lucruri-despre-viata.html' title='20 de Lucruri Despre Viata'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6470799917267529634</id><published>2009-09-09T11:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:59:32.563+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrisoare'/><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre un orb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Imi cer scuze ca am intarziat cu aceasta scrisoare,dar ceea ce mi-ai cerut sa iti scriu m-a luat prin surprindere.Stiu ca pare absurd ; mi-ai cerut sa iti descriu ceea ce eu pot vedea si tu nu ,dar nu este atat de simplu, nestiind ce inseamna sa nu vezi.Poate ochii mei nu dau importanta lucrurilor pe care le vad zilnic,iar acestea pentru tine pot insemna mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi incerca sa iti descriu ceea ce ochii mei vad,ceea ce sufletul meu simte si poate ceea ce cunosc cel mai bine e...chipul persoanei iubite ! In acest mod sigur nu voi omite nimic,vei intelege tot,pentru ca si tu ai iubit chiarr daca ai facut-o in intuneric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Incercand sa te fac sa te simti putin mai bine, iti aduc aminte, ca mereu chipul persoanei iubite este cel mai frumos in intuneric, atunci cand doar mainile tale ii vad fata, cand doar tu ii desenezi formele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Nu conteaza ca nu o vezi,esentialul este ca o simti si stii ca este frumoasa.Si eu sunt oarba, caci imi vad iubitul cum nu-l mai vede nimeni,il vad cel mai frumos,dar restul lumii nu o face.Deci intre mine si lume, cineva vede gresit iubirea e oarba si eu iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Iubeste si vei vedea tot ! Ochii iubitei te vor face sa vezi ceea ce altii, desi au lumina ochiilor de o viata, nu au vazut nicioadata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa fiu mai explicita.Il vad zilnic, dar nu pe el, ci ceea ce imaginea lui imi ofera.Ii vad ochii si ma pierd in adancimea lor, ii vad buzele si imi este greu sa accept ca Raiul e atat de aproape. Il mangai, si simt nevoia sa o fac cu ochii inchisi, tocmai pentru a fi sigura ca nu pierd nimic, ca e doar el si eu,si ca ochii mei nu se vor rataci o secunda pe perna pe care el e asezat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Prin el vad ingeri, fara el vad blocuri si masini. Prin el vad locuri despre care nici nu stiu daca exista, vad o lume noa in care, desi de cele mai multe ori e intuneric, nu conteaza caci in " intunericul " acela suntem doi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Imaginea nu are importanta, atat timp cat sufletul tau vede ceea ce ochii nu percep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    De ce ti-as descrie eu tie ceva, cand tu poti vedea mai multe decat mine ? Tu ai o lume a ta, pe care nu o cunoaste nimeni, eu traiesc intr-o lume a tuturor pe care toti o stiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Mie imi este impus sa accept ca o parte din copac verde si cu forma ovala zimtata, se numeste frunza.Tu poti vedea o frunza rotunda si rosie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu esti liber sa vezi persoana iubita exact cum o vrei,ti-o creezi ideala,eu o vad asa cum a fost creata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Tie ochii nu iti permit nimic, mie lumea nu imi permite mai mult !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Tu nu poti fi criticat daca spui ca cerul e roz,e dreptul tau, caci nu il vezi.Eu in schimb, voi primi zeci de remarci de genul : " - E albastru ! Nu vezi, e albastru ?! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Asa ca bucura-te de tot ceea ce poti vedea si nu regreta nimic din ceea ce nu vezi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Nu merita !&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S-nu e scrisa de mine,dar e superba      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-6470799917267529634?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/6470799917267529634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=6470799917267529634' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6470799917267529634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6470799917267529634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrisoare-catre-un-orb.html' title='Scrisoare catre un orb'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-51694262324861098</id><published>2009-08-20T13:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:13:16.578+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Funny virus</title><content type='html'>Watch this video and you'll love it&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-8436276425218721688?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8436276425218721688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8436276425218721688' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8436276425218721688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8436276425218721688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/08/dupa-vizita-la-medic.html' title='dupa vizita la medic'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-661307856999383859</id><published>2009-08-16T22:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:21:38.306+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>The Beat It Kid</title><content type='html'>Pustiul are numai 2 ani si melodia lui preferata e "Beat it!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sohano3osNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXBY5Jaw9-w/s400/133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370642192671486162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;“Rog pe toţi cei care au bloguri să ne ajute cu postarea următorului mesaj : este nevoie în continuare urgent de sânge, grupa AB4 pozitiv la&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; Centrul De Hematologie din Dr. Felix&lt;/strong&gt; pe numele de &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Maria Luiza Papp&lt;/strong&gt; ( între orele 07.30 – 12.00) : este o fată de 35 de ani, care a născut prematur şi se află în stare foarte gravă la Spitalul Municipal Bucureşti. Este nevoie &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;DOAR&lt;/strong&gt; de grupa &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;AB4 pozitiv!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Mulţumesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Andra”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1998749389567982468?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1998749389567982468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1998749389567982468' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1998749389567982468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1998749389567982468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/08/ab4-pozitiv.html' title='AB4 Pozitiv'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sohano3osNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXBY5Jaw9-w/s72-c/133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1061725513255865913</id><published>2009-08-14T20:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:12:08.843+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>cUrCuBeU</title><content type='html'>Intr-o zi am sa imi deschid aripile, si am sa mi le tai. Si cu sangele ce va curge din mine, iti voi manji chipul, si tu nu vei schita niciun gest, nicio expresie. Si atunci ma vei lua de mana, si ma vei azvarli de pamantul fierbinte ca pe o camasa pe care vrei sa o usuci. Eu nu am sa mor. Si chiar si atunci, cand voi fi lipita de pamant si plina de rosu, te vei apleca spre mine si ma vei mirosi pe piept. Imi vei sfasia buzele cu dintii tai ascutiti si albi, si eu iti voi zambi asa, insangerata si distrata.&lt;div&gt;Deasupra noastra zboara copii, cu aripi negre si ochii albi. Dar nu sunt ai nostri. Ai nostri nu stiu sa zboare inca. Nu stiu nici sa respire. Nu stiu nici macar ca vor exista vreodata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai e putin si cerul incepe sa prinda culoare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1061725513255865913?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1061725513255865913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1061725513255865913' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1061725513255865913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1061725513255865913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/08/curcubeu.html' title='cUrCuBeU'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-4911363327059055706</id><published>2009-07-30T12:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:42:46.570+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Lay it down slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnK75hJ5gvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Iben9w4z8gE/s1600-h/Love_by_mstargazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnK75hJ5gvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Iben9w4z8gE/s400/Love_by_mstargazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364556702978507506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/muxxy_05/bc5dbbdc2d32d0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/muxxy_05/bc5dbbdc2d32d0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiritualized - Lay It Down Slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you got dreams in your heart&lt;br /&gt;why don't you share them with me?&lt;br /&gt;and if dreams don't come true&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure that you're nightmares&lt;br /&gt;are through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you got pain in your heart&lt;br /&gt;why don't you share it with me?&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;if it's half what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lay it down slow&lt;br /&gt;lay it down free&lt;br /&gt;lay it down easy&lt;br /&gt;but lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've got love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;why don't you keep it with mine?&lt;br /&gt;i can't promise a miracle&lt;br /&gt;but i'll always be trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lay it down slow&lt;br /&gt;lay it down free&lt;br /&gt;lay it down easy&lt;br /&gt;but lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay it down easy&lt;br /&gt;lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay it down easy&lt;br /&gt;but lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnK7wXKLRCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ms7grXAP2Ok/s1600-h/Love_by_jpdean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnAe_3UMgBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0bmojZiKYWE/s400/familie-tanara.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363821238727507986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa o promoveze catre ce?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-7167096487157771797?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7167096487157771797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7167096487157771797' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7167096487157771797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7167096487157771797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/tineri-si-dezinhibati.html' title='Tineri si dezinhibati'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnAe_3UMgBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0bmojZiKYWE/s72-c/familie-tanara.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-5548131784572442808</id><published>2009-07-29T11:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:55:03.423+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>husband 1.0 !!!</title><content type='html'>INSTALLING HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 uninsta! lled many other valuable programs, such as&lt;br /&gt;Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5..0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and House cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5..3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR  Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.&lt;br /&gt;If that application works as designed, Husband1..0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will ! eventually seize control of all your system resources.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.&lt;br /&gt;We recommend:  Cooking 3.0 and  Hot Looks 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Madam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnAOE1P1O8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vOecDQam0fI/s1600-h/dildo-bgs-large-300x170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SnAOE1P1O8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vOecDQam0fI/s400/dildo-bgs-large-300x170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363802632374008770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinculescu.ro/2009/07/29/husband-10/"&gt;http://www.dinculescu.ro/2009/07/29/husband-10/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinculescu.ro/2009/07/29/husband-10/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-5548131784572442808?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/5548131784572442808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=5548131784572442808' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5548131784572442808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Lucruri misto de facut in lift</title><content type='html'>- sa faci zgomote de masini de formula 1 cand cineva intra sau iese&lt;br /&gt;- sa-ti sufli nasul si sa-i intrebi pe ceilalti daca vor sa vada&lt;br /&gt;- sa vinzi produse Oriflame&lt;br /&gt;- sa iti deschizi geanta, sa bagi capul inauntru si sa zici "ai destul aer acolo inauntru?"&lt;br /&gt;- sa dai fiecarui om care intra in lift cate un ecuson cu nume si sa-l porti pe al tau invers&lt;br /&gt;- sa stai la colt cu fata la perete fara sa spui nimic si fara sa te dai jos&lt;br /&gt;- sa fixezi un alt pasager si dupa vreo zece etaje sa-i zici "azi am ciorapi noi"&lt;br /&gt;- dupa ce liftul s-a umplut, sa zici "la naiba, imi vine sa vomit!"&lt;br /&gt;- sa citesti cu voce tare pasaje religioase&lt;br /&gt;- sa faci pariuri cu ceilalti pasageri ca poti sa-ti bagi monede in nas&lt;br /&gt;- sa arati celorlalti pasageri o rana si sa intrebi "dvs. vi se pare infectata?"&lt;br /&gt;- sa tii in mana o lada frigorifica pe care scrie "organe umane"&lt;br /&gt;- sa fixezi un alt pasager, dupa care sa-i zici "esti unul dintre ei!"&lt;br /&gt;- sa ragai si apoi sa zici "mmm...delicios!"&lt;br /&gt;- sa intrebi fiecare pasager care urca daca poti sa apesi butonul in locul lor&lt;br /&gt;- sa porti o papusa pe mana prin care sa comunici cu ceilalti pasageri&lt;br /&gt;- sa faci "ding" la fiecare etaj&lt;br /&gt;- sa te sprijini de butoane&lt;br /&gt;- sa apesi pe toate butoanele spunand "oare asta ce face?"&lt;br /&gt;- sa asculti peretii liftului cu un stetoscop&lt;br /&gt;- sa desenezi un patrat pe jos si sa-i anunti pe celalalti ca acela este spatiul tau personal&lt;br /&gt;- sa iei cu tine un scaun&lt;br /&gt;- sa faci baloane de saliva&lt;br /&gt;- sa iti scoti guma din gura si sa incepi s-o lungesti&lt;br /&gt;- sa faci sunete de explozie de fiecare data cand cineva apasa un buton&lt;br /&gt;- sa te holbezi la degetul mic si sa zici "cred ca se mareste"&lt;br /&gt;- sa dansezi pe muzica din lift&lt;br /&gt;- sa inventezi o limba noua si sa fii insistent in a pune intrebari lumii&lt;br /&gt;- sa te uiti la tavan si sa zici "se pare ca va fi luna plina azi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1945481036741445804?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1945481036741445804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1945481036741445804' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1945481036741445804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/1945481036741445804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucruri-misto-de-facut-in-lift.html' title='Lucruri misto de facut in lift'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6233824954635477923</id><published>2009-07-24T12:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:34:57.840+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>In Fiecare Zi</title><content type='html'>Credeam ca am secat, dar nu...&lt;br /&gt;Si afara ploua.&lt;br /&gt;Dar frig si durere e inauntru, si tu, &lt;br /&gt;Si eu, speram intr-o lume noua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cad in genunchi pe strada,&lt;br /&gt;E uda si rece, caci ploua...&lt;br /&gt;Norii se-nghesuie in gramada,&lt;br /&gt;Amandoi stim ca ploua, ce va pasa voua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pleca din mine, pic, mi-e dor de tine,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt uda si mi-e frig, nu doar afara ploua,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca noi doi, tu si cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;Imbratisati sa ramanem in iarba pe roua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii-mi sunt atintiti catre Cer,&lt;br /&gt;Pe frunte, pe buze, in barba am picuri, ca ploua...&lt;br /&gt;Cu Doamne vorbesc, ma rog si te cer,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim o singura persoana din doua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem cand iese soarele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-6233824954635477923?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sml-1AHgKNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WhBz0DcgMEY/s72-c/HPIM1985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-3742840243645931675</id><published>2009-07-06T20:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:31:05.927+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proza'/><title type='text'>si totusi... NIMENI</title><content type='html'>Azi am fost la Nimeni. Mi-a deschis chiar el, cerandu-mi iertare ca nu este acasa. Disparuse. De cand, nu stia; de aceea fusesem chemat. Nu fiindca ar fi tinut el. Ceilalti au vrut. Ma indemna sa intru – sa-l urmez. Umbla aplecta in fata, clatinat si dezmembrat, ca si cum s-ar tari agatat de el insusi. Umbla insa. Mai loveste scaunele, masa, ajunge totusi pana la urma intrun loc. Docil. Reluam. Il intreb ce stie despre el. Ca disparuse. Ce simte? Ceva ca un somn, ca un somn al altuia. Cateodata ca un cosmar. Atunci i se pare ca ar fi. Incearca o senzatie bizara , de falsa memorie si angoasa. Nu stie daca-i asa , fiindca nu a mai fost de mult si nu-si aminteste cum e sa fii.&lt;br /&gt;Exact nu-mi poate spune cand si cum a disparut: incetul cu incetul, dintro data sau pur si simplu nu a existat nicicand. Mai degraba asa, desi crede a-si aminti ca intro zi a disparut cu jumatatea din dreapta a corpului. S-a miscat o vreme jumatate da, jumatate nu, izbind-o pe cealalta de lumea din jur, fara sa sufere. Apoi in alta zi, nu a mai fost deloc. (A ramas fara el?). Da. Dar s-a obisnuit asa. Te obisnuiesti cu orice.&lt;br /&gt;Unii incearca sa-l convinga ca este.El insa nu poate gasi probe. Se cauta, adevarat, cateodata, asa, mai mult din amuzament concesiv fata de cei din jur. Bineinteles ca nu se gaseste. Il intreb pe cine cauta cand se cauta? Ce asteapta sa gaseasca? Zambeste usor incurcat fara sa raspunda. Sugerez: fizic, palpabil. Zambeste mai departe: Fizic! Repeta masinal: Fizic. Da. Arat lucruri, obiecte din jur... Da. Ajung toate pana la urma. La inceput imaginile mi se opuneau. Am incercat sa ma feresc de ele cand umblu. Caut locurile cu contururi putine sau deloc. Pe acolo am inteles ca pot trece cu imaginile mele. Toate ajung pana undeva. Figuri, forme, culori ... Ca si sunetele, vorbele, muzica, ritmurile...Toate fara o anume calitate. Intreb: volum, consistenta? Surade incurcat...Poate....Ce e de fapt consistenta? Volum? Continua, neasteptand raspunsul: fara o anume calitate. Ca mine. E drept – ezita – e drept ca dintre toate , o imagine ma insoteste peste tot, obsedanta. E ceea ce se spune ca ar fi corpul meu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Romulus Dinu]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-3742840243645931675?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/3742840243645931675/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=3742840243645931675' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3742840243645931675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3742840243645931675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-totusi-nimeni.html' title='si totusi... 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De ce "prescurtare" este un cuvant asa lung ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 2. De ce soldatii Kamikaze purtau o casca ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 3. De ce se sterilizeaza acele cu care se fac injectiile condamnatilor la moarte ?&lt;br /&gt;4. Care este sinonimul cuvantului " sinonim" ?&lt;br /&gt;5. De ce nu exista mancare de pisici cu gust de soarece ?&lt;br /&gt;6. Daca nimic nu se lipeste de teflon, cum e lipit teflonul de tigaie?&lt;br /&gt;7. De ce balerinele merg mereu pe varfuri ? Nu ar fi mai simplu sa angajeze balerine mai inalte ?&lt;br /&gt;8. Vreau sa imi cumpar un bumerang nou. Cum pot sa scap de cel vechi ?&lt;br /&gt;9. De ce localurile deschise non stop au incuietori ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 10. De ce avioanele nu sunt fabricate din acelasi material din care sunt facute cutiile negre ?&lt;br /&gt;11. Cum poate avea Donald nepoti daca nu are frati sau surori ?&lt;br /&gt;12. Adam avea buric ?&lt;br /&gt;13. Daca Superman este asa de destept, de ce isi ia chilotii peste pantaloni ?&lt;br /&gt;14. Cand faci fotografii cu Mickey la &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/st1:place&gt;, omul din interiorul lui Mickey zambeste ?&lt;br /&gt;15. Cand o masina merge, aerul din interiorul pneului se invarte ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 16. Daca o pisica pica mereu in picioare si o bucata de paine cu unt cade mereu pe partea unsa, ce se intampla daca legam o felie de paine unsa cu unt de spatele unei pisici si o aruncam pe fereastra ?&lt;br /&gt;17. De ce nu castiga ghicitoarele la 6 din 49?&lt;br /&gt;18. Cum se va numi epoca care va succede epoca contemporana?&lt;br /&gt;19.Daca descpre o femeie se spune atunci cand nu este moarta ca este vie, de ce nu face struguri?&lt;br /&gt;20. Cum se traduce "Ziua Pacii" in engleza fara sa sune vulgar in romaneste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;21. Daca de la inot se slabeste, unde gresesc balenele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;22. Daca uleiul de porumb se face din proumb, cum este cu uleiul de corp?&lt;br /&gt;23. Daca lipiciul superglue lipeste intr-adevar orice, de ce nu si interiorul tubului?&lt;br /&gt;24. De ce nu suna ocupat cind gresim numarul?&lt;br /&gt;25. De ce iti trebuie programare la clarvazator?&lt;br /&gt;26. Daca azi sunt zero grade, si maine e de doua ori mai frig, cat de frig va fi maine?&lt;br /&gt;27. Primesti bani inapoi daca taxiul merge cu spatele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 28. De ce morcovii sunt mai portocalii decit portocalele?&lt;br /&gt;29. De ce oamenii te cred pe cuvant cand le spui ca exista 400 milioane de stele pe cer, dar cand le spui ca aceasta banca a fost proaspat vopsita, cred ca glumesti?&lt;br /&gt;30. De ce sucul de lamaie este in mare parte din ingrediente sintetice, pe cand in solutia de spalat vase este zeama de lamaie adevarata?&lt;br /&gt;31. De ce Tarzan nu are barba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 32. Oamenii casatoriti traiesc mai mult, sau doar li se pare?&lt;br /&gt;33. Cu ce viteza se deplaseaza intunericul?&lt;br /&gt;34. Cum se impacheteaza bilutele de polistiren cand vrei sa le trimiti pachet?&lt;br /&gt;35. Exista alt cuvant pentru cuvantul "sinonim"?&lt;br /&gt;36. Cum ar arata scaunele, daca am avea genunchii la spate?&lt;br /&gt;37. De ce femeile nu merg niciodata singure la WC?&lt;br /&gt;38. Un termos vara pastreaza bautura rece, iarna calda. De unde stie termosul cand e vara si cand e iarna?&lt;br /&gt;39. Eschimosii orbi au caini de sanie dresati pentru orbi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 40. Un sofer care lucreaza pe masini de desapezire, cum ajunge dimineata la servici ?&lt;br /&gt;41. Daca penisul se micsorea la apa rece, de ce nu se mareste la apa calda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-3731799088818073478?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/3731799088818073478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=3731799088818073478' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3731799088818073478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3731799088818073478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/intrebari-fara-raspuns.html' title='Intrebari fara raspuns!!!'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1464330759982331294</id><published>2009-07-04T10:25:00.020+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:45:46.129+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>Just smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Hq6YXk9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h05uhTx9Uk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hey you...yes you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Hq6YXk9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h05uhTx9Uk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Hq6YXk9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h05uhTx9Uk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354506915774174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Hq6YXk9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h05uhTx9Uk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hmm...no time to..msg me huh ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Gf49beYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rc-jmgWb7Bw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8Gf49beYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rc-jmgWb7Bw/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505626902559106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Ah...you are thinking of sending..!! me a msg now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GctlceEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o8gn9jSHP_c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GctlceEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o8gn9jSHP_c/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505572309563458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Choooo cho chweet of you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GYzaM6DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nXpsR5tOBXo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GYzaM6DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nXpsR5tOBXo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505505153542194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Come on...send it across...i'm waiting for your "hi"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GUDE4KCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z0yvHO7ixNw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GUDE4KCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z0yvHO7ixNw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505423459723298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hmm...how long I have to wait???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GQ58x36I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Fa21JSdA77M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GQ58x36I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Fa21JSdA77M/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505369470230434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;What???? No need to wait??? WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GLSfS7xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yindXHG1l40/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GLSfS7xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yindXHG1l40/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505272978239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" mce_src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" align="bottom" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" mce_src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" align="bottom" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" mce_src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" align="bottom" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" mce_src="http://sirloinskipper.fotopages.com/images/smilies/wink.gif" align="bottom" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GH4oCjWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gY8zL3hxap0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GH4oCjWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gY8zL3hxap0/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505214495984994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hmm...im waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GDxvY5mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dRxekJjuLBI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8GDxvY5mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dRxekJjuLBI/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505143928284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hey...I'm watching you so do send a hi soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F_zueFhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qtc7VEHOeV0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F_zueFhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qtc7VEHOeV0/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354505075741824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hey don't try to fool meeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F7NGvR8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J-EemsLbptc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F7NGvR8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J-EemsLbptc/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354504996655155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hmm...tired of typing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F2_NUymI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ED1wMjYa3II/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk8F2_NUymI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ED1wMjYa3II/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354504924205206114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;I'll just say it for you then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Hello!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Each moment in a day has its own value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Morning brings Hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Afternoon brings Faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Evening brings Love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Night brings Rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Wish you find them all today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 42, 42);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;KEEP SMILING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8959503863587250814-1464330759982331294?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1464330759982331294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1464330759982331294' 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-8959503863587250814.post-8839636405327095954</id><published>2009-07-04T09:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:00:29.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>After Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk7931yeRrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ytiH-uSQ-A/s1600-h/time+passing+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk7931yeRrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ytiH-uSQ-A/s400/time+passing+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354496142763509426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) http://ladyrosenr3d13.deviantart.com/art/After-time-107058253&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-8839636405327095954?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8839636405327095954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8839636405327095954' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8839636405327095954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8839636405327095954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-time.html' title='After Time...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/Sk7931yeRrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ytiH-uSQ-A/s72-c/time+passing+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-945633689637287417</id><published>2009-07-04T09:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:56:28.576+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAbXJq1tTvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAbXJq1tTvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put him out&lt;br /&gt;Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette&lt;br /&gt;She broke his heart&lt;br /&gt;He spent his whole life trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched him drink his pain away&lt;br /&gt;A little bit at a time&lt;br /&gt;But he never could get drunk enough&lt;br /&gt;To get her off his mind&lt;br /&gt;Until the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put the bottle to his head and pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;He finally drank away her memory&lt;br /&gt;Life is short&lt;br /&gt;But this time it was bigger&lt;br /&gt;Than the strength he had to get up off his knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found him with his face down in the pillow&lt;br /&gt;With a note that says I’ll love her till I die&lt;br /&gt;And when we buried him beneath the willow&lt;br /&gt;The angels sang a whiskey lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumors flew&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knew&lt;br /&gt;How much she blamed herself&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;She tried to hide the whisky on her breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally drank her pain away&lt;br /&gt;A little at a time&lt;br /&gt;But she never could get drunk enough&lt;br /&gt;To get him off her mind&lt;br /&gt;Until the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put the bottle to her head and pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;And finally drank away his memory&lt;br /&gt;Life is short but this time it was bigger&lt;br /&gt;Than the strength she had to get up off her knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found her with her face down in the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to his picture for dear life&lt;br /&gt;We laid her next to him beneath the willow&lt;br /&gt;While the angels sang a whisky lullaby&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-945633689637287417?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/945633689637287417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=945633689637287417' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/945633689637287417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/945633689637287417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/whiskey-lullaby-brad-paisley.html' title='Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-5582451899285314847</id><published>2009-07-04T09:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:48:56.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>In liniste</title><content type='html'>As vrea sa bat la usa ta si sa-mi deschizi legat la ochi cu o esarfa cu miros de curcubeu... Sa ma saruti pe frunte si sa ma lasi sa-mi gasesc linistea in bratele tale, fara sa ma vezi, doar sa ma simti,.. fara sa stii ca sunt eu, doar sa te gandesti la mine... Imi lipsesti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-5582451899285314847?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/5582451899285314847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=5582451899285314847' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5582451899285314847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5582451899285314847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-liniste.html' title='In liniste'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-1285032401737502953</id><published>2009-06-02T14:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:56:59.955+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Luke - Slide by LadyRosenred</title><content type='html'>Azi e ziua in care nu ma dau jos din pat... nici sa mananc nu ma duc... doar stau si casc ochii pe ici pe colo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGlQ7SbW-YM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGlQ7SbW-YM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-1285032401737502953?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/1285032401737502953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=1285032401737502953' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>monotonie</title><content type='html'>iar sta timpul in loc...si s-a asezat in straturi groase peste viata...inca astept sa sune desteptatorul si sa dea de gol prezentul...m-am ametit intre atatea vise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-8037544417670679255?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/8037544417670679255/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=8037544417670679255' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8037544417670679255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/8037544417670679255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/06/monotonie.html' title='monotonie'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-5212238990562045636</id><published>2009-03-28T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:30:39.312+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>Lumea se intoarce cu susu-n jos</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta 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celor din jur, ca să nu zic „apropiați”, pentru ca nu cunoaștem cuvantul ăsta, după ce am adunat fiecare speranța spre o lume mai bună, după ce am smuls cu lacomie fiecare idee și am calcat-o în picioare?...Oare a mai ramas ceva?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;...Și cînd stai să te gandești, îți dai seama cu groază că în tot acest timp nu ai învățat nici măcar sa dai un zîmbet în schimb pentru tot ce ai adunat...:(&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/8959503863587250814-5212238990562045636?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/5212238990562045636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=5212238990562045636' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5212238990562045636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5212238990562045636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2009/03/lumea-se-intoarce-cu-susu-n-jos.html' title='Lumea se intoarce cu susu-n jos'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-2740669934971780514</id><published>2008-12-14T19:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:03:01.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Și totul este trecător...</title><content type='html'>Am făcut zilele trecute rost de un film pe care eram curioasă să il văd de ceva vreme...dar nu am avut niciodată răbdare...pînă azi-noapte...&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...un film de dragoste pur și simplu uimitor, frumos, o poveste extraordinară care te face să trăiești alături de personaj fiecare clipă, este pur și simplu impresionant, cel mai bun film de dragoste văzut pînă acum, părerea mea, are de toate, atîtea combinații, atîtea posibilități, multă dragoste, pasiune, minciuni, lacrimi, schimbări, acțiunea este redată ba de la coadă la cap, ba de la cap la coadă...un film care are un ritm foarte rapid, o poveste de dragoste cu multe fațede și un deznodămînt perfect. Distribuție extraordinară, interpretarea personajelor este cu multă dăruire și caractere puternice...&lt;/span&gt; Un film romantic care sa te tina intr-un suspans si apoi sa te "plesneasca" cu o intorsatura neasteptata? Mai rar asa ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nu trebuie să-l ratați, un film de nota 10.Îl recomand cu dragă inimă!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scurta descriere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="article_content"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Josh Hartnett este Matthew, un tanar atragator care are o slujba extraordinara si o prietena minunata. Dar chiar inainte de a urca in avion pentru a semna primul sau contract important, trecutul revine si il bantuie. Matthew da intamplator peste prietenul sau Luke (Matthew Lillard) si brusc isi aminteste de Lisa (Diane Kruger), o dansatoare frumoasa cu care s-a intalnit akm cativa ani si care a disparut a doua zi dupa ce a rugat-o sa se mute cu el. Pe masura ce povestea se complica, adevarul iese la iveala treptat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneficiind de o coloana sonora exceptionala apartinand unor formatii celebre ( Coldplay, Mazzy Star, Broken Social Scene). WICKER PARK are o distributie incantatoare de actori tineri.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;" id="m_details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Titlu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt; Wicker Park - Carari intortocheate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Producator:&lt;/span&gt; Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-2740669934971780514?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/2740669934971780514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=2740669934971780514' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2740669934971780514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/2740669934971780514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-totul-este-trector.html' title='Și totul este trecător...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-5035302885373432772</id><published>2008-12-13T18:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:26:42.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>O desfăşurare inversă,fără subiect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;De fapt, de cînd m-am trezit, îmi arunc oră de oră praf în ochi cu fel de fel de argumente, cu teorii sufletești foarte personale și prea subtile...Și ajung la concluzia că nu trebuie să mă las amăgită de iluzii : iluziile cheamă iluzii și apoi se distrug unele pe altele...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;Dar totuși tînjesc după experiențe descifrabile și după o mitologie mai limpede decît cea pe care o am...pentru că mă plictisește imperfecțiunea unei lumi în care puțini sunt aceia care reușesc să schimbe ceva prin dragoste și tărăgăneală...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;Ziua aceasta, care parcă nu se mai închide, pare o țeapă intrată sub unghie...pare ceva ce a pătruns în carne și provoacă durere...Și încă încerc să aflu de ce reușesc să mă rănesc așa ușor....pentru că simt deja că iluziile se prăbușesc... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-5035302885373432772?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/5035302885373432772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=5035302885373432772' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5035302885373432772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/5035302885373432772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-desfurare-inversfr-subiect.html' title='O desfăşurare inversă,fără subiect...'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-7909605900786862825</id><published>2008-11-24T14:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:51:08.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>Început de zi şi sfîrşit de dragoste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;...între neajunsurile și bucuria legate de același lucru, e de preferat să optezi pentru bucurie, fără să stai prea mult la îndoială. E regula principală a acestui joc al fericirii, atît de lung și-atît de greu de învățat și pe care mă străduiesc să-l practic din ce în ce mai rar : să alegi viața și nu refuzul vieții... Generoziatea și nu prudența...Acum și nu viitorul...Vreau să fiu o neliniștită liniștită, cu toate că încă îmi simt sufletul asemeni unui sac golit de utopia particularității...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;...serile mi-au smuls clipele, una după alta, nu am putut apuca nimic, nimic opri, ca și dimineață, ca și ieri...și pentru ce?...singura concluzie la care am ajuns este ca nu sunt compatibilă cu mine însămi, dar trebuie să mă acomodez, și să-mi țin singură de urît... pentru că sunt doar eu cu mine pe acest drum, drum pe care toți ceilalți mă pierd...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;...încă încerc să fac o hartă pe care să o cunosc în totalitate, dar se vor scurge clipe pînă cînd o va descifra careva...&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/8959503863587250814-7909605900786862825?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/7909605900786862825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=7909605900786862825' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7909605900786862825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/7909605900786862825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/11/nceput-de-zi-i-sfrit-de-dragoste.html' title='Început de zi şi sfîrşit de dragoste'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-3852721224213555811</id><published>2008-11-20T17:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:44:11.844+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>Rătăcită întro lume congelată</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deschid ochii şi parcă m-am dezmeticit într-un infern; un spital de nebuni, unii sinistru liniştiţi, alţii sinistru furioşi...Şi mi se face o frică grozavă de această senzaţie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesc în jur şi nu gasesc nimic din ce mă caracterizează...mă simt de parcă aş fi dispărut, încetul cu încetul , dintr-o dată sau pur şi simplu mă simt de parcă nu aş fi existat nicicînd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu simt decît un parfum în care mă pierd, uitată de amintiri, gînduri, cunoscuţi... doar eu întorcîndu-mă întrun timp răsturnat de care mi-aduc aminte ca printr-un vis al altuia... Şi mă urmăreşte pretutindeni, ca o umbră inocentă şi totodată vinovată că mi-a răpit sufletul...Şi totuşi nu vreau să plece, îmi e greu să renunţ la el... la ea...la mine...la senzaţia de abandon, cu toate că mi-e teamă de ea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parcă aş fi fost în alte timpuri sau chiar acum, locuită de un „alter ego” dependent de iubire, ce iese dintr-o imensă gaură de metrou în pană de electricitate, la lumină... O lumină orbitor de puternică, ce-mi lăcrimează ochii tulburi căutînd în neant un chip ce mă umple de viaţă... S-ar părea că au trecut veacuri de cînd am zîmbit cu adevărat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi ciudat, dar parcă moare în mine cineva, o personalitate morbidă, ce-i drept, dar acel cineva parcă-s eu însămi care mor.. Şi lumea mea de pînă acum parcă dispare aruncîndu-mă întro mare de falşi necunoscuţi, mereu alţii şi pretinzînd mereu că-s aceiaşi...şi e atît de greu să nu mă pierd printre ei, printre sunete, printre glasuri, să simt mereu trădarea ochiului, trădarea fiinţei mele asupra mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscilînd mereu între exact şi inexact, feţele oamenilor schimbîndu-se mereu şi haotic, mi-e teamă să vorbesc, să umblu, să mai spun cuiva ceva...Şi capăt sentimentul că la orice strîngere de pleoape se năruie în mine orice certitudine... Niciodată nu am intuit mai bine cît ne oglindim în chipurile altora propriile trăiri ca în momentul în care simt că le-am pierdut pe toate întrun haos de falsă halucinoză...Cînd simt că mi se năruie toate trăirile?...În momentul în care se clatină lumea imaginilor vii şi tot ce ştiam despre ea...despre mine...Fiindcă nici chipul meu nu-l mai ştiu...În oglindă întîlnesc mereu o alta decît mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-3852721224213555811?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/3852721224213555811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=3852721224213555811' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3852721224213555811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3852721224213555811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/11/deschid-ochii-i-parc-m-am-dezmeticit_20.html' title='Rătăcită întro lume congelată'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6405270654976735504</id><published>2008-11-17T16:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:51:08.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>cine apreciază sinceritatea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ne simţim bine în sinceritate; cît de mult căutam compania anumitor fiinţe, frumos de sincere! Şi totuşi, cît de greu ne este să fim sinceri… cu alţii şi chiar cu noi înşine… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De multe ori cred că e teama la mijloc şi majoritatea aleg minciuna, dar nu neapărat mereu cu gînd rău... Oricum minciuna are picioare scurte, şi atunci de ce o alegem?...Pentru că în aparenţă oamenii în general nu reuşesc să ţină piept realităţii, pentru că deseori sinceritatea răneşte neintenţionat şi contravine intereselor noastre...Şi cîteodată mulţi au impresia că sinceritatea e o slăbiciune ce îi face să decadă în văzul celor din jur, îi face să creadă că îşi pierd demnitatea, considerînd că sunt mult mai apreciaţi pentru indiferenţă sau nepăsare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu-i aşa...pentru că şi nepăsarea doare la fel ca şi sinceritatea...şi la urma urmei dacă (probabil) oricine doreşte ceva adevărat, va trebui să obţină acel ceva cu sinceritate...sau nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii consideră sinceritatea o calitate, un atu... Pentru mine e mai degrabă un defect, pentru că e permanentă şi totodată parcă nu e deloc...ciudat nu?...Cîteodată trec prin momente ce fac imposibila refacerea zilnica a unui autoportret al meu, totul fiind acoperit de o densa nebulozitate a actualului, a prezentului...nebulozitate unde se pierd toate cu mine la un loc...Şi atunci mă gîndesc pe ce drum m-a rătăcit sinceritatea...Şi oare dacă spuneam un neadevăr, m-aş fi rătăcit tot pe acelaşi drum pe care suspin acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-6405270654976735504?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/6405270654976735504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=6405270654976735504' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6405270654976735504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/6405270654976735504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/11/ne-simim-bine-n-sinceritate-ct-de-mult.html' title='cine apreciază sinceritatea?'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-3085921041105698848</id><published>2008-11-11T18:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:51:38.786+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale'/><title type='text'>fĂrĂ tItLu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poate doar m-am gîndit prea mult şi am vorbit prea puţin...greşeala mea?...sigur m-am rătăcit în idei şi gînduri şi am uitat de unde am plecat...nu mi-am dat seama...dar acum realizez că aş fi putut spune mai multe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-3085921041105698848?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/feeds/3085921041105698848/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8959503863587250814&amp;postID=3085921041105698848' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3085921041105698848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8959503863587250814/posts/default/3085921041105698848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com/2008/11/fr-titlu.html' title='fĂrĂ tItLu'/><author><name>Lady Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-2322811794476332197</id><published>2008-10-30T19:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:52:33.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Dorinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DORINTA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vrea sa pot spune:..STOP &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opreste-te si uita-te la mine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fii constient de existenta mea, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fa-ma sa exist, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vrea sa pot spune :...STAI &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa pot sa zbor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In vorbe dulci sa ma imbraci &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si sa imi spui cat de mult ma placi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vrea sa rad, sa pot sa alung plansul din inima mea, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vrea sa stiu ca simti ceva, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vrea ca tu si cu mine sa fim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doar UNUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertsoft.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://robertsoft.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Rosenred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449371376755662652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdO6j94rcAs/SQLe9bEFYoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7l6s38CEYMQ/S220/1347948064.img.small'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959503863587250814.post-6916451681485842390</id><published>2008-10-25T12:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:52:08.832+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>RA (Rusu Andrei a.k.a Vlad Dracul) - Romance's Romance, un cantec trist , care nu seamana deloc cu sound-ul Agathodaimon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O trupa germana de black interesanta, cu o poveste si mai interesanta, avand un vocalist roman, care , plecat in Germania pe timpu' lu' impuscatu a "poposit" in trupa cu putin timp dupa formarea acesteia.Ulterior, cel care se semna Vlad Dracul (numele lui adevarat fiind Rusu Adrian), venind in Romania nu a mai putut pleca in Germania, din cauza autoritatilor.Este de admirat cum acesta a colaborat cu restul trupei, el aflandu-se in Romania si ceilalti in Germania.Albumul "Blacken the Angel" [1998] a fost inceput cand "Vlad" se afla in Germania si terminat pe cand acesta se afla in tara natala(Rom)."Higher Art Of Rebelion" a fost inregistrat in "tara lui Dracula", trupa facand orice posibil pentru a lucra cu Vlad, au venit la Bucuresti.Dupa acest album lansat in 1999, limba romana dispare din muzica lui Agathodaimon, din cauza distantei Vlad renuntand sa mai conlucreze cu ei...Interesant este sursa de inspiratie a lui Vlad, si anume, poezia romaneasca, pielese ca "Sfintit cu roua suferintii", "Tristetea Vehementa", "Glasul artei viitoare" sau "Ne cheama pamantul", inspirandu-se din operele lui Macedonski, Minulescu si chiar Eminescu.Chiar si fara el, nemtii au in ultimul album "Serpent's Embrace" piesa "Solitude" ce prezinta influente ale poeziei romanesti, lucru laudabil, dupa parerea mea.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dormant on shores undying mystery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of beauty and grace thy desired poetry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word - so soflty spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One love - the bleeding token&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worls - I'd have stolen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your romance I`d hike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wounded hand grasping at stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soothing my distress, plentitude of scars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As water, thee mistress... onto my fire would strike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word - so soflty spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One love - the bleeding token&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worls - I'd have stolen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you - devoted caress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you - tragic romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you - tainted Universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a swan that dies of her own chant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the tears I must weep to maintain her lake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as flesh still warm remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love won`t ever loose it`s sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes some time our light would be obscured, whereas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our passion shall be told as Romeo &amp;amp; Juliets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this poem will keep forever hence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It`s Shakespeaseanessence... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Andrei Rusu...Ra...Romance's Romance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8959503863587250814-6916451681485842390?l=ladyrosenred13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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