tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31925405734781984192024-03-13T07:03:42.873+02:00Eleanor, I bet you look good on the dance floor!Life's a bitch... and then you die.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-52608895178974870042012-03-03T22:55:00.000+02:002012-03-03T23:03:10.845+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFX0ID0sOt1tCCZ6UMI9QH316E5z-fmzy4WLXg-TVfnOlwRqT286gJjki2kFaF5aTUsNy7cbo5ZGHmpR2mU2kjAPHGeQghyphenhyphenqnUEUsx4OIFjKWZ8szeB4cqRZ6jb8q7V334-WtBe1jNbQ/s1600/IMG_00333.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFX0ID0sOt1tCCZ6UMI9QH316E5z-fmzy4WLXg-TVfnOlwRqT286gJjki2kFaF5aTUsNy7cbo5ZGHmpR2mU2kjAPHGeQghyphenhyphenqnUEUsx4OIFjKWZ8szeB4cqRZ6jb8q7V334-WtBe1jNbQ/s400/IMG_00333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715779281359317634" /></a>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-11632624714850749132011-10-01T19:37:00.002+03:002011-10-01T19:51:10.000+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJvqU-RYFcRrkUxxApz9FxBw8vinrM3HjVAIfP8erdaPqSofXKDFk0OaBhiYtyeI5Y-pjZACRY5jztB1hmE41-a_Xlap7M7dJGDOFZDoyx0sebscuK5nRXpy67ei4po6M5fKd4Y2VWWk/s1600/da.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJvqU-RYFcRrkUxxApz9FxBw8vinrM3HjVAIfP8erdaPqSofXKDFk0OaBhiYtyeI5Y-pjZACRY5jztB1hmE41-a_Xlap7M7dJGDOFZDoyx0sebscuK5nRXpy67ei4po6M5fKd4Y2VWWk/s400/da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658567244362371362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Si azi, la fel ca si ieri, la fel ca si acum 10 luni, la fel ca si maine, iti spun: TE IUBESC!<br /></div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-54113753626380816432010-12-29T12:23:00.003+02:002010-12-29T12:34:22.331+02:00You came into my life really fast and I liked it...Stii ca luna asta m-a facut sa inteleg ca nu as mai vrea vreodata sa te vad in exteriorul bulei de care iti povesteam...<br /> Esti tot ce am nevoie.<br /> Esti tot ce vreau.<br /> Esti tot ce imi trebuie.<br /> Esti completarea mea.<br /> Esti perfect.<br /><br /><br />Each of our afternoons is of extravagant delight... so I beg of you to STAY...<br /><br /><br />"Forever mine,<br /> Forever yours,<br /> Forever ours."Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-82852092337209861642010-11-26T21:06:00.000+02:002010-11-26T21:19:39.900+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5fUYG5OOtK44rxE1BXSB1yNoJYTXmzw-_6VPXLVAySlaupa8UVLrXGEG8OaLlxVdqA83sp9BcAOxCxa0ILaqOlCGQZFcLk1Ugi4KubuD5QTrBh-qayEilwTRWNQZikAUEpx_o2CZg64/s1600/Us_by_goodmusicgoodpeople.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543940041252980818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5fUYG5OOtK44rxE1BXSB1yNoJYTXmzw-_6VPXLVAySlaupa8UVLrXGEG8OaLlxVdqA83sp9BcAOxCxa0ILaqOlCGQZFcLk1Ugi4KubuD5QTrBh-qayEilwTRWNQZikAUEpx_o2CZg64/s400/Us_by_goodmusicgoodpeople.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Nu ca nu te-ai fi asteptat, dar m-ai facut sa ma indragostesc de tine in 3 zile.</div><div>Te ador...</div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-81283398358038175472010-05-27T00:02:00.000+03:002010-05-27T00:03:11.666+03:00Ce este oare mai putin decat nimic?Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-28629868977089357532010-05-26T00:01:00.003+03:002010-05-26T00:22:12.969+03:00where did we end?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7MQP6-cJbRJRZcBqwOxsKmkqI5-awz2qiXCkf2rl6OrtmmGIyeLwcWGAWvMWZMOTm48M3sDQVJeCdsioTP-1CXReN0J_nY7jZccFS06A6Xh90kqpRORblMWFsyFuBZsgpEHrTRLZXm4/s1600/af07a5ac475ca40482c1d367cf0a42b7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7MQP6-cJbRJRZcBqwOxsKmkqI5-awz2qiXCkf2rl6OrtmmGIyeLwcWGAWvMWZMOTm48M3sDQVJeCdsioTP-1CXReN0J_nY7jZccFS06A6Xh90kqpRORblMWFsyFuBZsgpEHrTRLZXm4/s400/af07a5ac475ca40482c1d367cf0a42b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475316151359073698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"-Alexandra!" </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"-Ce?" </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"-Da..." </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"-Ce?" </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"-Bine..."</span><br />Era pe hol. oglinda cat tot peretele era usor aburita. Genele ii erau grele de atatea lacrimi. Nu isi putea deslusi imaginea prin ceata din vederea-i ingreunata de lacrimile sarate. Nu mai avea ce sa vada.Incepea sa se stearga usor, usor. Singura era ca si cum nu ar fi fost deloc. Gandurile-i o torturau putin cate putin. Visele ii deveneau din ce in ce mai dureroase. Nu putea sta treaza, dar nici nu dorea sa adoarma. Acasa era singura. Pe strada era singura. Oriunde mergea era singura.<span style="font-style: italic;"> "-De ce?"</span> De ce tocmai ea? De ce exista un moment pentru oricine cand aungea sa isi puna intrebarea aceea fara raspuns?<br />Ii era greu. Si-o facuse cu propria-i mana. Nu mai avea nimic. Nu mai avea pe nimeni. Si nu se putea invinui decat pe ea insasi.<br />Chibrituri. Fum. Lacrimi. Scrumul se scutura singur, cazand langa picioarele-i reci.<br />Lacrima dupa lacrima si fum dupa fum incerca sa uite.<br />Incerca sa dispara.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-66301622534551697062010-04-06T22:12:00.004+03:002010-04-06T22:24:05.649+03:00it's not you, it's me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87fl2QTz26brUEcURDOaynIgj-pAlzElrcHxzH8OD1bxvDV8RemwkwKy-ImE-0rqMogqphk1T0_oFGyGp-lZjWBiVJpEV77Q3e99uatuwKrzjiLnseJjpRZx94i0KDZ8iRRfwJmfEOJg/s1600/tumblr_kxluw8d4PZ1qzcso1o1_500.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87fl2QTz26brUEcURDOaynIgj-pAlzElrcHxzH8OD1bxvDV8RemwkwKy-ImE-0rqMogqphk1T0_oFGyGp-lZjWBiVJpEV77Q3e99uatuwKrzjiLnseJjpRZx94i0KDZ8iRRfwJmfEOJg/s400/tumblr_kxluw8d4PZ1qzcso1o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457105647627828210" border="0" /></a>Tii sa crezi ca problemele nu sunt niciodata cauzate de tine... Adica cine ar vrea sa stie ca e persoana problema intr-o relatie?!<br /><br />Azi nu e vorba de probleme.<br />E vorba despre mine... Despre ce sunt eu... Ce merit eu... Ce primesc eu.<br /><br />Intr-un interval scurt de timp e evident ca nu iti poti da seama cum e persoana de langa tine, cel putin nu suficient de mult incat sa stii ca eu nu ma las pusa pe locul doi, nu?<br /><br />Pentru mine e vorba de ce ma face pe mine fericita. Sa astept nu e pe lista.<br /><br />Ce e important e in capul listei, clar?!<br /><br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Adăugaţi videoclip" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Adăugaţi videoclip" class="gl_video" border="0" /></span></span>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-82583704869751914412010-03-18T00:29:00.008+02:002010-05-26T00:25:17.937+03:00IS IT?<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvKYA-lSZd6RgfFTsLuwbIknpJd6AVK4lMSvSSLLEjmCc7iu8gOBdNm7KUfNvP6_dGyOwCavIu1CILxK9AMeL7BHdbEYz7l2XIrOLzmV6vZYl2DEPGlEbsVa2Qk2CMYVC-DuWY6o7YAg/s1600-h/skinny_love__by_x17x12x14x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 232px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449734450905359170" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvKYA-lSZd6RgfFTsLuwbIknpJd6AVK4lMSvSSLLEjmCc7iu8gOBdNm7KUfNvP6_dGyOwCavIu1CILxK9AMeL7BHdbEYz7l2XIrOLzmV6vZYl2DEPGlEbsVa2Qk2CMYVC-DuWY6o7YAg/s400/skinny_love__by_x17x12x14x.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">What do you do when you don't fit in?<br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Ce facem noi? In jocul asta tu cine esti? Si eu? Eu pe cine joc?<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Atunci cand te uiti printr-un geam fumuriu stii ca din afara nu te vede nimeni... Asa ca iti permiti sa faci orice semne ai vrea, poti sa vezi totul, in interior si exterior. Dar cum e daca esti in afara? Daca esti pe partea de unde nu poti vedea tot ce ai vrea? Ce faci?<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Joaca-te, dar stim amandoi ca eu am sa termin prima!</div></div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-41462027535580021802010-03-12T21:28:00.003+02:002010-03-12T21:56:00.278+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CiZgyc2BpjyYgvk1jYaqSUb-jBXROBYa0vSbruVNSZOC2Kse9eDZFMB5l4c1HN6-z1inv7yVKTuteSY8xmdsstANhl97cX1bfdhqQklsEy2agihogrecsb7PKOmujmb6ax2TknNmrhg/s1600-h/4253822256_01c36d2f24_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447831838242573634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CiZgyc2BpjyYgvk1jYaqSUb-jBXROBYa0vSbruVNSZOC2Kse9eDZFMB5l4c1HN6-z1inv7yVKTuteSY8xmdsstANhl97cX1bfdhqQklsEy2agihogrecsb7PKOmujmb6ax2TknNmrhg/s400/4253822256_01c36d2f24_o.jpg" /></a> Sunt. Esti. Suntem...<br /><br />Nu sunt sigura, niciodata n-am fost si probabil ca niciodata nu voi fi.<br /><br />Sunt o nenorocita. Probabil. N-am ce face. E ceva ce nu o sa se schimbe. E ceva... Ceva ce n-o sa ma lase niciodata sa fiu multumita de ceea ce am.<br /><br />E a saptea, a saptea zi... Sapte, si poate suficient.<br /><br />Dar nu. Nu inca. Nu vreau sa fiu niciodata in pozitia celui care raneste. Urasc. Pentru ca stiu cum e sa fii ranit.<br /><br />Sunt. Esti. Aici e golul.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-22225754670080618572010-03-07T01:43:00.003+02:002010-03-07T01:51:35.831+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmz0MWKeOpiqfoAna2gHJb_LPRxsjbnaIDVyt8Mj_0CmOFvlAGSIzbRUQukpI2bhdo5cT0LH_2AC7085AJtrYoiLQI4li6lmWxNvjjrc9nojjPla7Y698izvAzojp4UcjdkDosdBXuC4/s1600-h/2016965t7bev22g3r.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445671038258150418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmz0MWKeOpiqfoAna2gHJb_LPRxsjbnaIDVyt8Mj_0CmOFvlAGSIzbRUQukpI2bhdo5cT0LH_2AC7085AJtrYoiLQI4li6lmWxNvjjrc9nojjPla7Y698izvAzojp4UcjdkDosdBXuC4/s400/2016965t7bev22g3r.png" /></a> - Alo?<br />- Alo?<br />- Da! Buna!<br />- Alo?<br />- Ma auzi? Hei!<br />- Alo?<br /><br />.......<br /><br />- Alo?<br />- Alo? Hei! Buna!<br />- Ma poti auzi acum?<br />- Da... pot.<br />- Buna! Nu ai mai dat nici un semn azi!<br />- Stiu...<br />- E totul bine? Suntem OK?<br />- Da... suntem.<br />- Ne vedem? Maine?<br />- Da, sigur.<br />- Bine.<br />- Bine.<br /><br /><em>Nu si de data asta. Nu! Acum totul o sa fie chiar mai bine decat bine. O sa fim... perfect.</em>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-54775213713736176742010-02-25T22:28:00.005+02:002010-02-26T00:12:45.320+02:00cap ou pas cap?<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc2x1UsG72feQfPo8tNserfaN824EbdAHWCRkxUygiQlME98hJ64MciCHuSbJ90zul8zNZ_p0blaZkGsFpKgTVO4yKNx5YuZmWmIgo0DNwLIxVvqK3FHez2g4q87dLVLSXFiPLyu_UJ0/s1600-h/jeux_d_enfants_boiteh.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442285218759182930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc2x1UsG72feQfPo8tNserfaN824EbdAHWCRkxUygiQlME98hJ64MciCHuSbJ90zul8zNZ_p0blaZkGsFpKgTVO4yKNx5YuZmWmIgo0DNwLIxVvqK3FHez2g4q87dLVLSXFiPLyu_UJ0/s400/jeux_d_enfants_boiteh.jpg" /></a>Nu a fost niciodata vorba de curaj. Nu despre asta e vorba. In jocul asta sunt prea multe de luat in calcul dar prea putine reguli.<br />Ai incredere. Joaca...<br /><br />Nu vreau sa stii sau sa simti vreodata cum e sa umpli o cutiuta cu toate motivele care iti fac inima sa bata mai tare si sa o intinzi cuiva care sa iti dea peste mana.<br /><br />It hurts, but count me in.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Cap!</em></span></strong></div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-17409241883160735432010-02-24T19:44:00.004+02:002010-02-24T19:52:29.762+02:00<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBzq7tLWg-AoacoRyWKFtasnMng9NZ8ej4Jgk71lWG8PGvjmDVPB5jWxJodUhwYP2NrPg_0qI-P2ju6WC6qMOGog_qvEojFa75EKjOVhVP60TpNvPcv20b6B8tDavqrA4jASo_3-0Upw/s1600-h/ee.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441867876897626322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBzq7tLWg-AoacoRyWKFtasnMng9NZ8ej4Jgk71lWG8PGvjmDVPB5jWxJodUhwYP2NrPg_0qI-P2ju6WC6qMOGog_qvEojFa75EKjOVhVP60TpNvPcv20b6B8tDavqrA4jASo_3-0Upw/s400/ee.bmp" /></a> A fost ceva, candva, sau poate chiar deloc.</div><div align="left">Acum nu mai e nimic.</div><div align="left">Suntem noi. Dar nu mereu.</div><div align="left">Suntem noi si mai sunt si demi-sec alb si Marlboro .</div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-84281775130559916242010-02-18T22:12:00.005+02:002010-02-19T00:11:21.819+02:00Mi-e dor.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbconPNpZuSDjeQgQ3bqG5CZFHNVu_HnOTcVfAc3YL7ivayz-NpoAhcUD5_IOvgQgxnl_9a0H4kIMb1LqbgwpnRj9ap9yD69matixcBPOrvXYB97ym14D5DXWzpysoFCDCvoFqad8NDE/s1600-h/la+mare+2007+154.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439681797698364194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbconPNpZuSDjeQgQ3bqG5CZFHNVu_HnOTcVfAc3YL7ivayz-NpoAhcUD5_IOvgQgxnl_9a0H4kIMb1LqbgwpnRj9ap9yD69matixcBPOrvXYB97ym14D5DXWzpysoFCDCvoFqad8NDE/s400/la+mare+2007+154.jpg" /></a> Mi-e dor de vremurile in care totul era usor, in care totul venea de la sine.<br />Atunci cand nimeni nu se chinuia sa impresioneze si cand credeam ca vietile noastre sunt atat de usoare.<br />Mi-e dor de ce obisnuiam sa fim si de ce eram impreuna.<br />Mi-e dor de ce nu ne-am mai oprit de mult sa facem.<br />Mi-e dor de cum obisnuiam sa ne intelegem din priviri.<br />Mi-e dor de cum ni se intalneau privirile.<br />Mi-e dor de vremurile in care uitam de timp razand incontinuu.<br />Mi-e dor de a fi inconjurata de zeci de persoane care sa ma faca sa rad.<br />Mi-e dor de tot ce am fost odata.<br />Mi-e dor de tot ce ma faceati sa fiu.<br />Mi-e dor de toate chestiile grozave, rebele, nebune pe care le-am facut impreuna.<br />Mi-e dor de tot ce puteam fi in continure.<br />Mi-e dor de calatoriile cu tramvaiul.<br />Mi-e dor de fostele noastre banci.<br />Mi-e dor de vechile barfe in grup.<br />Mi-e dor de Red Bull-ul din frigiderul Cosminei si de televizorul roz.<br />Mi-e dor de inghetata la dozator de la Prosper.<br />Mi-e dor de cat de usor era totul atunci.<br />Mi-e dor de barca din Herastrau si de leaganul din parcul din 13.<br />Mi-e dor de ce am pierdut.<br />Mi-e dor de ce nu mai am.<br />Mi-e dor de George, Blu, Victor, Ruxi si Dani, Ramo, Kati si Bianca.<br />Mi-e dor de voi. Mi-e dor de noi. Mi-e dor de ce eram. Imi pare rau de ce nu am ajuns sa fim.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes you have to go through something harsh in order to see who is there for you. Sometimes you have not to let it get to you. Sometimes you cry.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-88036556829725670522010-02-11T20:52:00.003+02:002010-02-11T20:55:40.281+02:00you stay. they pass.Mi s-a dovedit din nou ca nu exista fericire absoluta.<br />Mi s-a dovedit din nou ca am avut dreptate.<br />De ce?Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-5400875958214896702010-02-09T21:02:00.003+02:002010-02-10T01:03:24.131+02:00Please jump.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKT1_AexdnJkns56Mhv59FBzZqmBEgc187K-RxrgZ2TKd4v22yYIKCB90hMYYBBhGcCPm5mYDz6I8SE6UUstrHjDTh7CZ0X4y26ISyEX0kD7wzORcBf9jqIwiFo7c63uRJ4woan40ZN8/s1600-h/sunglasses.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436323297581303346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKT1_AexdnJkns56Mhv59FBzZqmBEgc187K-RxrgZ2TKd4v22yYIKCB90hMYYBBhGcCPm5mYDz6I8SE6UUstrHjDTh7CZ0X4y26ISyEX0kD7wzORcBf9jqIwiFo7c63uRJ4woan40ZN8/s400/sunglasses.jpg" /></a>Oriunde m-as uita vad mereu aceleasi lucruri. Lucruri pe care nu le am. Lucruri pe care le vreau. Lucruri pe care mi-e atat de greu sa le obtin. Incepand cu un 10. Apoi poate cine stie ce bluza. Terminand cu cineva care sa ma ia asa cum sunt.<br /><br />Cineva.<br />Urmeaza ca intotdeauna "de ce"-ul ala... Ei bine nu. Nu mai compar. Zic doar atat. Duc lipsa. Vreau. Asa ca se fac? Astept? Nu. Nimic nu merge. Nimic nu merge niciodata. Dar sper. Si mai astept inca. Poate intr-o zi cand o sa ma lovesc cu capul de ceva am sa stiu ca e dragoste.<br /><br />Cum o sa fie dragostea? Poate roz. Poate sexi. Poate cu sex.<br />Vreau sa fie pur si simplu simpla. Sa fie tot ce mi-am imaginat vreodata si ma mult. Ei bine... nici chiar asa. Sa ma accepte. Sa ma vrea. Sa afle. Sa stie cine sunt. Sa vrea sa ma vada fericita. Sa zica "multumesc" cand nu are de ce. Sa imi zica "te iubesc" inapoi. Asta e. E mult. Dar asta e.<br /><br />I would like my teenage crush, love, madness, mess to come now, not later, not never, but now.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-29453325811190234302010-02-07T22:28:00.004+02:002010-02-07T23:35:20.371+02:00You.Me.Us.We.Party.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfoJ4w6CLZOujpas7Tmjh6kI_WbrA6oqI_P7GRLBIOEg3VGG5626ejHFC_N7KGZLbKHQXZ1xzMGGGLxehdCIo749mqpI42GoT5CyF4bmkd_0DfDyvHtvbi5wyxBituCrND2jQb3Kv1b0/s1600-h/IMG_5810.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435610436839502514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfoJ4w6CLZOujpas7Tmjh6kI_WbrA6oqI_P7GRLBIOEg3VGG5626ejHFC_N7KGZLbKHQXZ1xzMGGGLxehdCIo749mqpI42GoT5CyF4bmkd_0DfDyvHtvbi5wyxBituCrND2jQb3Kv1b0/s400/IMG_5810.JPG" /></a> Viata la 16 ani.<br />Stim, putem, facem tot ce vrem.<br />Adevarul e ca uneori trebuie sa vezi cum e viata prin ochii altcuiva pentru a o putea aprecia suficient.<br />Poate ca azi sunt ok in ceea ce va priveste, desi cu siguranta am probleme cu altceva sau altcineva, dar nu as schimba asta cu nimic, nu as face in nici un fel posibil sa schimb ce-am facut si am sa continui s-o tin tot asa, lasand la o parte lipsa de experienta.<br />La 16 ani e evident ca nu poti spune ca ai avut parte de nu stiu cate aventuri incredibile, dar indiferent cate au fost sau n-au fost, de acum sigur or sa fie.<br />Asa ca va iubesc pe toti si in mod deosebit pe tine, pisi. Pentru ca doar impreuna o ducem bine.<br /><p><br /></p>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-60415187237952171572010-02-03T23:10:00.003+02:002010-02-04T00:03:42.341+02:00Life like on T.V.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis2MqXGlYL2Cxf7ySjfSQPxUOa1xk-_GuIE2BL4SDA_dIAc_HhxlEiD5-8L7HCnezBrrEgxRHag-j3Dh3hl3ctQqMYSCmiRYZ5zU7lzvtiQFKFmVNjaTsNuath-qfqsiK6SFl_AX7lxg/s1600-h/Retro_Style_by_JamesStewart.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434128044757832850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis2MqXGlYL2Cxf7ySjfSQPxUOa1xk-_GuIE2BL4SDA_dIAc_HhxlEiD5-8L7HCnezBrrEgxRHag-j3Dh3hl3ctQqMYSCmiRYZ5zU7lzvtiQFKFmVNjaTsNuath-qfqsiK6SFl_AX7lxg/s400/Retro_Style_by_JamesStewart.jpg" /></a> Daca mi-am comparat vreodata viata cu un serial din ala in care fiecare episod se termina frumos si daca nu cu siguranta exista "TO BE CONTINUED"? Da...genul de serial in care actiunea se intampa intr-un cerc restrans de personaje, cu legaturi dubioase intre ele, si primplanuri individuale... in special primplanuri individuale.<br />Oricine poate sa isi compare viata probabil cu ce are ca exemplu mai aproape... Dar, imi pare rau sa fiu eu cea care spulbera visele, nu viata e comparata cu serialele... poate doar invers.<br />De ce sa aspir ca fiecare zi o sa e termine bine cand mi s-a demonstrat de prea multe ori ca nu e asa? Poate ca metoda e sa imi fac un scenariu pe care sa il urmez cu strictete.<br />De ce sa mai sper ca in "episodul urmator" or sa se repare toate relatiile si o sa fie totul roz, pentru ca apoi sa putem incepe o alta "aventura"... De ce?<br />Nu pentru ca in realitate asta a durat cam jumatate dintr-o serie.. Sau nu pentru ca nu stiu cate "TO BE CONTINUED" trebuie sa mai urmeze. Ce zici de nu pentru ca scenariul asta se duce de rapa?<br />Ce sa fac? Nu pot sa ies singura din primplanul asta individual... Simt ca nu mai am de ce, pentru ce, mai important, pentru cine. Nu mai pot.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-9749445179947861452010-01-25T20:49:00.001+02:002010-01-25T20:49:55.859+02:00Friends...Hurtful truth can never be told in a nice way.Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-69026385843039654012009-12-17T23:13:00.003+02:002009-12-17T23:26:53.960+02:00<div align="center">A venit iarna.</div><div align="center">O sa treaca.</div><div align="center">Ca toalte celelalte.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyG83f7DOeJTzwbaAVpwKy2PSGGWOPk1VKudLu8IIb1kfQp_8TgqDD7b5VN5efrnOk_uok6BkbOltEd1pO3EgXkWwxIuqTxUHeTpIlRU0y5IS126t9I8kuxbTZIUstq5UCILk48Ycm04/s1600-h/banner400x266cabriolets1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416317591503379186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyG83f7DOeJTzwbaAVpwKy2PSGGWOPk1VKudLu8IIb1kfQp_8TgqDD7b5VN5efrnOk_uok6BkbOltEd1pO3EgXkWwxIuqTxUHeTpIlRU0y5IS126t9I8kuxbTZIUstq5UCILk48Ycm04/s400/banner400x266cabriolets1.png" /></a></div><div align="justify">Am uitat. </div><div align="left">Am spus asta de atatea ori incat atunci cand ar trebui sa insemne ceva, nu mai inseamna.</div><div align="left">Am uitat chiar daca au fost atatea momente in care as fi luat-o de la capat, chiar daca am facut atatea lucruri neinsemnate de la care am sperat sa mi te dea inapoi. Pana si azi. Pana si acum. Dar nu.</div><div align="left">Imi tin degetele inghetate pe butoane, incercand sa imi amintesc numarul. Dar nu. L-am uitat. Si indiferent de momente ca asta, asa o sa ramana, uitat.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Iarna aduce prea multe cu ea ca eu sa raman in urma..</div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-76080794178202543562009-11-15T21:30:00.002+02:002009-11-15T21:53:53.644+02:00Doar atat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AnOulnAkjrwCmiNa771LIe0uBFUhPHcv4rgeDBIHCHujBpnhj0J9BmNhA5X3p9tOkxHVD_emejHKZIk_-_ILRK0TKo9jFSvszPbgTLjvEdTxAAkI7Cfa8n4cf7nOzWNTtJoW92aWsFU/s1600-h/z201586968.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404416662237511106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AnOulnAkjrwCmiNa771LIe0uBFUhPHcv4rgeDBIHCHujBpnhj0J9BmNhA5X3p9tOkxHVD_emejHKZIk_-_ILRK0TKo9jFSvszPbgTLjvEdTxAAkI7Cfa8n4cf7nOzWNTtJoW92aWsFU/s400/z201586968.jpg" /></a>Just press stop when it's not working fos you.<br />Asa e cu siguranta cel mai simplu, daca nu-ti convine, o lasi balta.<br />Cate probleme poate sa aiba cineva? Niciodata nu sunt chiar atat de multe pe cat am impresia, dar daca ceva merge prost, de ce sa te plangi doar de atat? Asa ca azi nu te astepta sa fiu prea vesela.<br /><br />Stii de la ce pleaca totul? Pai, de la fapul ca desi n-a fost nimic mai mult de o gluma proasta intre noi, daca a fost si asta, acum s-a pierdut, s-a dus. Si imi pare rau. Imi pare rau pentru ca si tu ai spus ca vrei ca prietenia noastra sa nu se schimbe. Dar s-a scimbat. Ai uitat-o. Si nu pot decat sa te las sa o uiti. Pentru ca aud si realizez lucruri pe care n-ar trebui si care ma dor. Am zis ca nu pot sa mai trag daca tu ii dai drumul.<br />Gandeste-te ca de la asta, probabil ca toata saptamana, sau macar cateva zile, de la un gand trist, ratacit, nimic n-o sa-mi mearga bine.<br /><br />Si asta cand credeai ca pe planeta sex nimic nu e complicat.<br /><img class="gl_video" border="0" alt="Adăugaţi videoclip" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" />Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-42843660596940271442009-11-10T22:15:00.003+02:002009-11-10T22:57:13.215+02:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tRizc5uXy5w6ilhVgkAnLqlSfQTXYlv-R0h-7lNLbtya7owR40swN88tKDWwgwZPfJdSPz5FKrI7LzpnRY_Ec6isI6wEas9zlaXOtFLXfzow_KXMApjkcXo0_C1Vddvj2AU3CJwty1g/s1600-h/photography-50.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402581727803311138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tRizc5uXy5w6ilhVgkAnLqlSfQTXYlv-R0h-7lNLbtya7owR40swN88tKDWwgwZPfJdSPz5FKrI7LzpnRY_Ec6isI6wEas9zlaXOtFLXfzow_KXMApjkcXo0_C1Vddvj2AU3CJwty1g/s400/photography-50.jpg" /></a> Cat mai rezist? Nu prea mult!</div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-41917160641331345952009-11-10T00:50:00.006+02:002009-11-10T01:11:49.070+02:00There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aKw1blwOaLtUoA9IntoL8ltwhpyGqWLDQdxIlv_ivtfehop9fVGsCuMii7z9zSWLfk460qA2XWTPUPm4PaIumXHZiXuapQ7WHe1xAoOYoKiu-pXaR7rMUtRRkCs1PPwm6ZxI730tExE/s1600-h/rainstcorner.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402240553491381938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aKw1blwOaLtUoA9IntoL8ltwhpyGqWLDQdxIlv_ivtfehop9fVGsCuMii7z9zSWLfk460qA2XWTPUPm4PaIumXHZiXuapQ7WHe1xAoOYoKiu-pXaR7rMUtRRkCs1PPwm6ZxI730tExE/s400/rainstcorner.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Toata chestia asta careia nu-i pot da drumul a ajuns sa ma transforme atat de mult incat nu ma mai recunosc.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nu mai stiu sa apreciez persoanele din jurul meu. Nu mai stiu sa fiu eu.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Intelegi ca m-ai schimbat total nefacandu-mi nimic, doar existand, doar fiind total pasiv?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">De ce nu pot sa te las naibii odata in pace? Doar asta iti doresti, nu?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunt confuza.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Vreau si totusi nu vreau sa iti dau drumul. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nu mai suport agonia asta din care nu mai ies, pe care nu o pot depasi. Am ajuns sa ma intristez sau supar fara sa mai stiu de ce. Nu mai pot.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Inca incerc sa imi dau seama de ce am ales tocmai cea mai nepotrivita persoana, persoana care nu m-ar trata nicicum, persoana care nu ar pune pe nimeni niciodata inaintea ei, persoana total indiferenta si nepasatoare, gata doar sa faca o gluma buna fara sa vrea vreo implicatie complicata. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Poate ca problema mea e ca nu am ales-o gandind. E o mare prostie, si stii de ce? Pentru ca imi dau seama ca nu m-ai face atat de fericita pe cat sper eu si totusi inca ma agat de ce pot ca sa mi se ofere sansa aia.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As vrea sa ramanem singuri in Univers pentru o vreme, oare ce s-ar intampla? Cum ai reactiona?</span>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-47490053619079878622009-10-04T01:03:00.002+03:002009-10-04T01:14:44.894+03:00For now...<div align="center">As vrea sa spun ca sunt complet fericita.</div><div align="center">As vrea sa spun ca totul e asa cum ar trebui, sau cum mi-as dori sa fie.</div><div align="center">As vrea sa spun ca ma multumesc cu atat.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Pot sa spun ca sunt pe drumul cel bun, ca incep sa am din ce in ce mai multa incredere in ceea ce zic si fac.</div><div align="center">Pot sa spun ca adorm zambind.</div><div align="center">Pot sa spun ca abea astept fiecare conversatie, fiecare drum, fiecare zi, doar pentru a te vedea, pentru a fi cu tine.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Iti spun ca nu mai pot sa astept.</div><div align="center">Iti spun ca te vreau.</div><div align="center">Iti spun ca... I'm in ...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388498703613461874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZP_NI4Nyczvm1G2ttapkT1lMsVWFWhA3eWscjDUHVPG7vSZyRCFoEwcXi2dwzjef9VAuhaCCImMQRSIzYrtbnZjeke3DMnAXT3AKjfsNiai9Isg_OKuUFi6n6Brh4yYXa6mcyPYaxA5I/s400/LOVE-1.jpg" /></div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-70069410830184019922009-09-30T01:04:00.003+03:002009-09-30T01:10:10.433+03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKcYdDjxgkfFcANEX82EWqfm1NomUD-U_7hbsJRDfMAIeI5o3oF3Qos0Lh20BmWURzNrKgaCGECBc9m0lr7NN_4xzrcGlfwmcnZl4-9qXfyWWb-r6rmS2DEUu_t2eaVvcOhLHHaRtrho/s1600-h/thth6bb22cfb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387014860881703842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKcYdDjxgkfFcANEX82EWqfm1NomUD-U_7hbsJRDfMAIeI5o3oF3Qos0Lh20BmWURzNrKgaCGECBc9m0lr7NN_4xzrcGlfwmcnZl4-9qXfyWWb-r6rmS2DEUu_t2eaVvcOhLHHaRtrho/s400/thth6bb22cfb.jpg" /></a>As I move my feet towards your body<br /><div align="center">I can hear this beat it fills my head up</div><div align="center">And gets louder and louder</div><div align="center">It fills my head up and gets louder and louder</div></div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192540573478198419.post-78635337204318061762009-09-16T22:29:00.005+03:002009-09-16T22:49:08.325+03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNHTmFp7dq2M8hiJhXU3vS3BfIPiqT3mwVpOeRcZmHyCtz7gVR2jWI1HSG1Eu6k5K8FpKwmepPXiZSM2SIWYYjnYV6Wx_qn7QEtKdc0Sf3aqDbRzgLBUwsapiGEGF0RBVlP_Jgen-jyQ/s1600-h/shadows.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382151691725633810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNHTmFp7dq2M8hiJhXU3vS3BfIPiqT3mwVpOeRcZmHyCtz7gVR2jWI1HSG1Eu6k5K8FpKwmepPXiZSM2SIWYYjnYV6Wx_qn7QEtKdc0Sf3aqDbRzgLBUwsapiGEGF0RBVlP_Jgen-jyQ/s400/shadows.jpg" /></a> I've dreamt about you a million times.<br />I still do.</div>Denisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11505219951512344776noreply@blogger.com1