<?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-2453787051445923274</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:14:13.838+02:00</updated><category term='La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns'/><title type='text'>M</title><subtitle type='html'>"Cine ne cauta in certitudinile pe care ti le dau genul si functia pe care o detii, cine crede ca stie cine suntem noi, cine ne cauta in viata pe care o traim vede doar umbra pe care noi o proiectam. Dar noi nu suntem asa."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-4128294775360914182</id><published>2012-02-12T00:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:14:13.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Încâlceală</title><content type='html'>000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Omul este totul și &lt;strike&gt;nimic&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. În egală măsură. Totul, pentru că pe parcursul vieții încercăm să fim ființe superioare, să atingem acea punte vizibilă a perfecțiunii întrucât cercul este simbolul echilibrului, al eternei reîntoarceri. Nimic.. reprezintă o încâlceală de gânduri, păcate, într-o bucată de piele aparent rece, împrumutată dintr-o viață anterioară și anterioară și anterioară.. nu reprezintă nimic pe pământ, nu rămâne cu nimic atunci când pleacă. Pentru el viața este sibilinică, în mișcare, un conglomerat de noutăți pe care le aplică și atât. Omul este zero. Omul este tot.&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/2453787051445923274-4128294775360914182?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4128294775360914182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4128294775360914182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2012/02/incalceala.html' title='Încâlceală'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5121942601790867098</id><published>2011-12-08T17:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:20:21.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaţă</title><content type='html'>Intr-o zi, Platon l-a intrebat pe Socrate ce este dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;Socrate i-a raspuns: &lt;i&gt;Du-te pe campul din apropiere si adu-mi cel mai frumos spic de grau pe care il vei gasi, dar tine cont ca nu ai voie sa faci decat o singura incercare. Platon l-a ascultat fara sa cracneasca, si s-a intors dupa o vreme fara a aduce nimic cu el&lt;/i&gt;. Socrate l-a intrebat ce se intamplase, iar Platon l-a lamurit: &lt;i&gt;Atunci cand am intrat in lanuri am zarit un spic inalt si frumos, dar m-am gandit ca poate voi gasi unul si mai maiestos, asa ca am mers mai departe. Am cautat in zahar dupa aceea, caci nu am aflat nici un alt spic celui dintai, asa ca nu ti-am adus vreunul.&lt;/i&gt;Socrate i-a spus: &lt;b&gt;Aceasta este dragostea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o alta zi, Platon l-a intrebat pe Socrate ce este casatoria.&lt;br /&gt;Socrate i-a mai zis: &lt;i&gt;Mergi pana la padure si taie-mi cel mai mandru si mai chipes brad, dar adu-ti aminte ca nu ai voie sa faci decat un singur drum pentru asta&lt;/i&gt;. Platon a facut intocmai si a revenit dupa un timp cu un brad nu tocmai inalt si nu foarte frumos, dar indeajuns de aratos. Socrate l-a intrebat de ce a ales tocmai acel pom, iar Platon i-a raspuns: &lt;i&gt;Am vazut niste brazi foarte falnici in drumul meu spre padure dar mi-am amintit ce s-a intamplat ultima oara, cu spicul de grau, asa ca l-am ales pe acesta. Mi-a fost teama ca daca nu il iau cu mine ma voi intoarce din nou cu mainile goale, desi nu a fost chiar cel mai frumos brad pe care l-am zarit.&lt;/i&gt; Socrate i-a spus: &lt;b&gt;Aceasta este casatoria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu o alta ocazie, Platon l-a intrebat pe Socrate ce este fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;De data aceasta, Socrate l-a indrumat: &lt;i&gt;Du-te pe malul raului si culege cea mai frumoasa floare pe care o vei gasi, dar tine seama ca nu poti sa alegi decat o singura data&lt;/i&gt;. Platon a facut asa cum i s-a cerut si, la intoarcere, a povestit: &lt;i&gt;Am vazut aceasta floare langa rau, am cules-o si m-am gandit ca este cea mai frumoasa dintre suratele ei. Desi am zarit si alte flori minunate, continua sa cred ca aceasta este fara egal.&lt;/i&gt; Platon i-a zis: &lt;b&gt;Aceasta este fericirea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu un alt prilej, Platon si-a intrebat invatatorul ce este viata. Socrate i-a  cerut sa faca un nou drum in padure si sa aduca de acolo cea mai frumoasa floare care ii va iesi in cale. Platon a plecat, gata sa isi duca la indeplinire sarcina. Au trecut trei zile, dar el nu si-a mai facut aparitia. Socrate a mers si el in padure sa isi caute ucenicul. In cele din urma, l-a descoperit in mijlocul unei poiene. Socrate l-a intrebat daca a descoperit preafrumoasa floare, iar Platon i-a aratat-o, rasarind din pamant chiar langa el. Invatatorul l-a intrebat de ce nu adusese floarea la casa sa, iar Platon i-a spus: Daca faceam asta, s-ar fi vestejit curand. Chiar daca nu o rup, ea va muri, amai devreme sau mai tarziu. Asa ca am stat in preajma ei atunci cand a inflorit, iar atunci cand se va ofili voi cauta o alta, la fel de frumoasa. De fapt, aceasta este a doua floare pe care am descoperit-o. &lt;b&gt;Ei bine, acesta este adevarul despre viata!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5121942601790867098?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5121942601790867098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5121942601790867098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/12/viata.html' title='Viaţă'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-8469687988018200276</id><published>2011-10-05T18:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:48:34.888+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratiune</title><content type='html'>Care este adevarata noastra stare? Pe care nu ajunge nimeni sa o cunoasca, deoarece ne judeca atunci cand nu suntem ca ei, fericiti. Ei bine asta este doar o continuitate si o manifestare a cugetarii, intrucat starea noastra ne limiteaza cunostintele intr-un fel de margini peste care nu putem trece. Suntem incapabili sa stim totul, si de a ignora totul in mod absolut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-8469687988018200276?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8469687988018200276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8469687988018200276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/10/ratiune.html' title='Ratiune'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-6761889110259832489</id><published>2011-10-02T14:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:45:54.414+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cherokee Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-6761889110259832489?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6761889110259832489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6761889110259832489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherokee-legend.html' title='A Cherokee Legend'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-6010626943564407069</id><published>2011-09-27T09:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:32:29.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceanografie</title><content type='html'>¤ Nimic nu e bine corelat in lumea aceasta, nimic nu e armonizat.ganditi.va cat timp pierdeti cu oameni care nu va inteleg, cata afectiune risipiti pt oameni care nu simt-iar pt acei foarte putini, care va sunt adevarati frati, gasiti decat cateva minute, cateva zambete, cateva vorbe goale. Tot ce e mai bun din noi il dam oamenilor care n.au ce face cu darurile noastre.te intalnesti cu un oarecare si lui ii sacrifivi timpul tau si ii deschizi sufletul,iar prietenului nu ii dai nimic sau ii dai resturi.de ce o fi asa? Aproape ca am fost gelos pe acesti fericiti care pot avea in fiecare zi ceea ce altii, poate mai buni decat ei, nu pot avea decat un ceas in toata viata. Dar asa se intampla cu fiecare dintre noi, de ce sa ne ascundem? Preferam sa cautam, pierzandu.ne timpul, decat sa tinem in brate ceea ce am inteles de mult ca e vrednic de noi! ¤&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-6010626943564407069?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6010626943564407069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6010626943564407069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/09/oceanografieoceanografie.html' title='Oceanografie'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2099313544429003095</id><published>2011-09-09T09:45:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:39:30.579+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nu stiu. Si nu o sa spun acum ca sunt nefericita-nu este asa. Ma distrez, te iubesc, ador munca pe care o fac. Dar din cand in cand, rar ce e drept, cand simt tristetea aceasta adanca, uneori amestecata cu vinovatia sau cu frica: senzatia trece, revine mai tarziu, apoi trece iar! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2099313544429003095?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2099313544429003095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2099313544429003095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_09.html' title='Best day'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2115414186467499788</id><published>2011-09-08T12:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:14:30.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awfull and lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2115414186467499788?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2115414186467499788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2115414186467499788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/09/awfull-and-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2393023126866163039</id><published>2011-09-08T03:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:01:03.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ma bucur sa stiu ca esti bine, langa ei, toti. Ma uitam la stele si mi.am amuntit de tine, sanatos, bine? Multumesc, nu imi raspunde. M.am obisnuit cu tacerea de la vreme. Ma voi obisnui in continuare, caci se lasa si mai rece, totul. Si nimic. Iti mai amintesti scara, noptile inecate in fum de tigara? Nu, nu te deranja pentru un raspuns, imi amintesc eu, si multe altele. Frumoase de asemeni. Pana si de certuri imi este dor, iti vine sa crezi? Nu, tu nu mai crezi, acum taci. Imi amintesc ce am spus, stiam ca va fi adevarat, ca va veni momentul. Iti amintesti si tu, da. Este real, si irelevant la aceasta ora.. Vreme, dar doare. As fi preferat sa fii un sunet, sa nu te vad, asa cum faci tu, sa dispara ideea revederii tale intr.o zi, dar nici de auzit nu te pot auzi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2393023126866163039?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2393023126866163039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2393023126866163039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='**'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5330705468323771248</id><published>2011-05-14T22:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:05:33.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything will be okai in the end. If it's not okai, it's not the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5330705468323771248?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5330705468323771248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5330705468323771248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-will-be-okai-in-end-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-6122386004415125847</id><published>2011-05-11T16:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:40:58.374+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When you really matter someone, that person will always make time for you. No excuses, no lies, and no broken promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-6122386004415125847?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6122386004415125847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6122386004415125847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-6877084580560466022</id><published>2011-05-09T17:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:44:52.689+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMPTonq8g3k/Tcf88RSyxfI/AAAAAAAAASM/NXrUyVI2-nU/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMPTonq8g3k/Tcf88RSyxfI/AAAAAAAAASM/NXrUyVI2-nU/s400/page.jpg" bhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.giforder="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604726373650449906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am devenit pentru că am căutat. Dar dacă nu aş fi căutat, cel pe care îl căutam nu ar fi existat niciodată. Lucrurile există numai dacă te hotărăşti să le rosteşti. La fel făpturile, dacă accepţi să le iubeşti pentru carnea pe care o pun în calea luminii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-6877084580560466022?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6877084580560466022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/6877084580560466022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/am-devenit-pentru-ca-am-cautat.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMPTonq8g3k/Tcf88RSyxfI/AAAAAAAAASM/NXrUyVI2-nU/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1268288488835757240</id><published>2011-05-08T23:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:14:53.669+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nu ai altceva de făcut, decât să deschizi gura și să ai curajul de a spune lucruri pe care nu le pricepi. Încearcă&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1268288488835757240?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1268288488835757240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1268288488835757240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/nu-ai-altceva-de-facut-decat-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5756321069162899409</id><published>2011-05-08T23:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:15:37.438+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFN7BbWeg_w/Tcb4ZlyQzLI/AAAAAAAAARc/nPuCZVEva4E/s1600/rss%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFN7BbWeg_w/Tcb4ZlyQzLI/AAAAAAAAARc/nPuCZVEva4E/s400/rss%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTOhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif_ID_5604439904832507058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cât de genial este omul care l-a inventat pe Dumnezeu. Mă gândesc la un bătrânel adorabil, la un bărbos trist, părăsit de nevastă și copii. Dumnezeu? Nemernicul este sus pe tavan, înecat în fum de țigară, uitându-se cu silă. Dumnezeu este până la urmă singura explicație pe care o mai accepți, ai să vezi, din milă. Din caritate față de tine. Față de căutările tale.. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5yv7AZ_F5U"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5756321069162899409?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5756321069162899409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5756321069162899409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/timp.html' title='Timp'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFN7BbWeg_w/Tcb4ZlyQzLI/AAAAAAAAARc/nPuCZVEva4E/s72-c/rss%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-905045702568757213</id><published>2011-05-02T20:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:00:03.332+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>Ce-i impinge pe doi necunoscuti unul in bratele celuilalt? Si mai ales ce ii poate tine legati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daca citesti asta inseamna ca eu chiar mi`am facut curaj si ti`am trimis`o. Deci bravo mie.Nu ma stii prea bine dar tu m`ai ambalat, iar eu am tendinta de a ma plange cat de greu e totul pentru mine….dar asta….asta e cel mai greu lucru pe care a trebuit vreodata sa`l astern pe hartie. Nu e nicio modalitate usoara de a spune, trebuie sa o spun direct. Am intalnit pe cineva, a fost un accident. Nu cautam asta,nu iesisem la agatat. A fost furtuna perfecta. Ea a spus ceva,eu am raspuns. Apoi, tot ce stiu e ca vroiam sa imi petrec restul vietii in conversatia aia. Iar acum am sentimentul asta puternic…ca ea ar putea fi aleasa. E complet nebuna…intr`un fel ce ma face sa zambesc, uneori tamp. Ea esti tu… Astea sunt vestile bune. Cele proaste sunt ca nu stiu cum sa fiu cu tine in momentul asta. Si asta ma sperie de moarte. E o lume mare si plina de suisuri si coborasuri, iar oamenii stiu foarte bine sa clipeasca si sa piarda momentul, momentul care ar putea schimba totul. Nu stiu ce se petrece cu noi, si nu stiu de ce ar trebui sa iti pierzi timpul cu cineva ca mine, dar la naiba,parfumul tau de vanilie mereu imi aminteste de casa. Te iubesc" F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-905045702568757213?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/905045702568757213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/905045702568757213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3378805038492273554</id><published>2011-05-02T17:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:08:41.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYr_nGWdnJA/Tb664k_pTcI/AAAAAAAAARU/xQkK3t70aM8/s1600/antiheroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYr_nGWdnJA/Tb664k_pTcI/AAAAAAAAARU/xQkK3t70aM8/s400/antiheroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602120467661540802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Ah, ce n-aş da să-mi pot smulge inima din piept şi să dau cu ea de-a azvârlitelea pe firul apei, şi atunci nu m-ar mai încerca nici durere, nici dor, nici amintiri - departe de ochii şi de inima mea - visele care-mi aparţineau şi pe care totuşi nu le cunoşteam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am sărutat. Aş fi putut să-i spun câteva cuvinte de apreciere, de mulţumire, dar nu vorbesc. Aş fi putut spune că mă simţeam obosită în mijlocul atâtor oameni. Aş fi putut face vreun comentariu glumeţ despre copilăria noastră. Aş fi putut să-i explic că trebuia să prind ultimul drum sau poate altceva, să fie bine pe moment, şi in viitor. AŞ FI PUTUT. Nu vom ajunge niciodată să inţelegem semnificaţia asta. Căci în momentele vieţii noastre există lucruri care s-ar fi putut întâmpla, dar care nu s-au întâmplat. Există clipe, care trec neobsevate şi - brusc - se schimbă. Aşa ceva s-a întâmplat în clipa aceasta. În locul tuturor lucrurilor pe care le-aş fi putut face, am spus câteva lucruri care, uite, m-au adus peste o saptămână mai târziu aici, şi m-au determinat să scriu lucrurile astea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3378805038492273554?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3378805038492273554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3378805038492273554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/05/paulo-coelho.html' title='Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYr_nGWdnJA/Tb664k_pTcI/AAAAAAAAARU/xQkK3t70aM8/s72-c/antiheroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7107580036642698772</id><published>2011-03-24T15:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:53:55.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't expect anything anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7107580036642698772?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7107580036642698772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7107580036642698772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-expect-anything-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7987795402737099443</id><published>2011-03-20T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:39:08.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's just go back to how it was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7987795402737099443?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7987795402737099443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7987795402737099443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-just-go-back-to-how-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2806965238552886304</id><published>2011-01-27T12:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:06:46.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este sfarsitul povestii si nu stiti asta. El este acolo, in picioare, in fata ferestrei si va supara ca sta in lumina. Nu pe el il vedeti, ci ziua pe care o impiedica sa intre. Asa incepe. El este acolo si prezenta lui va deranjeaza. Nu-l mai asteptati. Va intoarceti seara si dati drumul la radio. Un sarut distrat dupa ce v-ati descaltat. Apoi, de indata, tacerea. Nu stiti cum s-a intamplat. De cat timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeati ca nu ar fi posibil. Nu el, nu voi. Cunosteati capcanele, cotidianul, alergatura. Se pare ca spalatul rufelor ucide dragostea. Nu ati crezut-o niciodata, ati refuzat sa va lasati inchisa intr-un astfel de cliseu. Si totusi fumul tigarii lui va deranjeaza. E un semn. Renuntati sa mai interpretati semnele. Nu ati vazut nimic sa se petreaca si nu il mai iubiti. Vreti sa verificati. Trebuie sa fiti sigura. Dar va inselati. De fapt, il iubiti si in acelasi timp nu il iubiti. Ar trebui sa va hotarati, devine enervanta treaba asta. Va ganditi ca il iubiti, dar nu suportati sa-l vedeti . El, fara indoiala ca il iubiti, dar aceeasi scena repetata zilnic va indispune. Nu-i cazul sa amestecati totul. Ceea ce e sigur e ca nutriti tandrete pentru el. Este ceea ce se spune, se pare, atunci cand nu mai iubesti. Deci cu cat mai mult dovedesti tandrete, cu atat iubesti mai putin? Dar cine poate face diferenta dintre ele? Tandretea este atunci cand nu mai ai dorinta. Ii mangai obrazul inainte sa adoarma.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi nu sunteti acolo. Faceti dragoste, nu incape nici o indoiala. Mai degraba des si cu convingere. Dar gasiti ca nu e indemanatic. E astfel si in rest sau cautati nod in papura? De cand dureaza? Si de ce nu ati mai vorbit despre asta inainte? Respingeti ideea de a nu-l mai iubi. Nu va inchipuiti ca va trebui sa i-o spuneti. Atunci va apucati de treaba. Va adaptati. Acceptati ca nu mai suportati: mersul lui, atitudinea, muzica pe care o asculta. Fara sa dramatizati. Sunteti dezagreabila. Uneori jignitoare, dar disimulati. Apoi nu mai rezistati. Va scapa. Insirati reprosuri, semanati cu mama voastra. Va detestati. Va retrageti, mai dati o sansa povestii voastre. Sunteti blanda, concilianta, exact ce trebuie pentru a o lua de la capat. Nu sunteti obligata sa vorbiti despre asta. Se scurge o saptamana, uneori trec doua. Mergeti la cinematograf, invitati prieteni, plecati in weekend la munte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeti ca v-ati ratacit. Este limpede ca e barbatul vietii voastre. Ati fost nedreapta, nerabdatoare, de o exigenta bolnavicioasa. Drept cine va luati? Apoi el uita cheile si asta va crispeaza, incearca sa va sarute pe gat si ii taiati elanul. Ii spuneti ca nu aveti timp. Sunteti blindata cu scuze. Ganditi ca totul e din vina lui. De cand este vina lui? Cand a inceput? Va cercetati memoria, scrutati si cel mai mic detaliu. Urmariti indiciile, aveti nevoie de dovezi. Nu credeti in neglijenta voastra, nu vi se potriveste. Refuzati sa admiteti ca v-ati fi putut insela. Aveti o parere prea buna despre sine. Dar cu cat cautati mai mult, cu atat mai putin intelegeti ce s-a petrecut. Revedeti intregul film, inca de la prima zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intalnirea voastra . Prima voastra conversatie la telefon. Prima voastra noapte. Prima vacanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2806965238552886304?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2806965238552886304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2806965238552886304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-sfarsitul-povestii-si-nu-stiti.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7574775102622753003</id><published>2010-09-20T17:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:34:03.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rămâne să vorbim despre dragoste- ştiu că-i aşa- am raspuns. Am mai iubit înainte; e ca un drog. La început ai senzaţia de euforie, de abandon total. Apoi, a doua zi, vrei mai mult. Încă nu e un viciu, dar îţi place senzaţia şi îţi închipui că o poţi ţine sub control. Te gândeşti la fiinţa iubită vreme de două minute şi uiţi de ea timp de trei ore.&lt;br /&gt;În scurt timp însă te obişnuieşti cu acea persoană şi începi să fii complet dependent de ea. Dacă ea nu e lângă tine, încerci aceleaşi senzaţii ca şi drogaţii când nu-şi obţin drogul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce comparaţie oribilă. Ca şi cum soarta ar fi vrut să-mi arate că povestea cu celălalt este adevărată- şi totul conspiră întotdeauna în favoarea visătorilor. eşti cu gândurile duse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7574775102622753003?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7574775102622753003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7574775102622753003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramane-sa-vorbim-despre-dragoste-stiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2358528797393297813</id><published>2010-04-15T21:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:32:24.932+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S8dbn6t89-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YeaXphsZ63s/s1600/DSCI0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S8dbn6t89-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YeaXphsZ63s/s400/DSCI0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460433814545037282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ai simtit intensitatea marii? Atunci e totuna, daca marea este in liniste sau e miscata de furtuna, daca straluceste sub rasaritul soarelui sau daca deasupra-i ultima raza de lumina se lupta cu intunericul noptii. Si in sufletul de-aproapelui tau poate fi o imensitate, si indata ce ai inteles-o esti subjugat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect quote for these days. Nu am mai intrat aici din februarie, mi-a placut mai mult sa simt caldura spitalului si durerile ingrozitoare ale pietrei din mine, si nu in ultimul rand a perfuziilor zilnice. Te iubesc ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2358528797393297813?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2358528797393297813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2358528797393297813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-simtit-intensitatea-marii-atunci-e.html' title='Oh summer'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S8dbn6t89-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YeaXphsZ63s/s72-c/DSCI0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-390470535378618457</id><published>2010-02-26T19:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:26:55.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;videos=f2EqZaPkXlE&amp;v=iNsveTqarUQ"&gt;“Într-o lume în care manechinele sunt modele de referinţă, în care frumuseţea se legitimează prin bani şi mofturi, prin exhibiţii şi indiscreţii, dar nu prin eleganţă şi rafinament, într-o lume în care sensibilitatea la frumos nu se mai educă, femeile riscă să uite că mai au şi creier.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-390470535378618457?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/390470535378618457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/390470535378618457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5158503197752922452</id><published>2010-02-22T16:02:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:26:30.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>Şi cum era imposibil să nu mă exteriorizez pentru că a venit primăvara, şi soarele a venit de ziua mea, uitaţi-vă la câteva poze de 20 februarie; Happy Birthday for me and Ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4PcpaqvV_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sRUibj-Bxvs/s1600-h/B+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4PcpaqvV_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sRUibj-Bxvs/s400/B+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441435378885023730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRkDIpDyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7RgsFh6VvsQ/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRkDIpDyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7RgsFh6VvsQ/s400/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071348319850274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRj8Ybg5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/E2E8rhPEOV8/s1600-h/B+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRR5DMInI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gGlzbB317mM/s1600-h/B+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRR5DMInI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gGlzbB317mM/s400/B+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071036374983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRRYufeBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dmo9LVn4_k4/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRRYufeBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Dmo9LVn4_k4/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071027698235410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprize :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRRJhoqLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OYAAyPz7L50/s1600-h/B+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRRJhoqLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OYAAyPz7L50/s400/B+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071023617779890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRQtf5JoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mxQWWvGmpcI/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4KRQtf5JoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mxQWWvGmpcI/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441071016094279298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, am cazut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5158503197752922452?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5158503197752922452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5158503197752922452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S4PcpaqvV_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sRUibj-Bxvs/s72-c/B+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-4593821289733174558</id><published>2010-02-14T22:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:34:54.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S3heZQtbfEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q7ImoxYYnso/s1600-h/antiheroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S3heZQtbfEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q7ImoxYYnso/s400/antiheroe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438200338125126722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopul este intotdeauna un chin pentru mine, sa va spun si de ce.. in fiecare zi il citesc si unexpected apare si cel de ziua urmatoare, iar mintea mea functioneaza un pic ciudat, mi se intampla lucrurile pe care le citesc acolo! O fi o coincindenta sau chiar subconstientul meu urmeaza sfaturile de acolo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti lupta impotriva a ceea ce esti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-4593821289733174558?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4593821289733174558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4593821289733174558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/horoscopul-este-intotdeauna-un-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S3heZQtbfEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q7ImoxYYnso/s72-c/antiheroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7186433916440592959</id><published>2010-02-04T20:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:47:39.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Here I am, unexpected :D&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit dimineaţă la 7, într-o căldură ucigătoare. Prima ţintă a fost geamul, desigur, larg deschis. Ai lăsat vântul să-şi schimbe direcţia şi să-ţi invadeze apartamentul, vreodată? A doua ţintă a fost să aştept (prima lecţie pe care am învăţat-o), am adormit la loc. Ziua s-a tarat si mi-am facut mii de planuri, si m-am gandit sa mai scriu cate ceva, dupa ce am citit, si m-am regasit iar intre randuri, IAR, si nu era destul dar.. "Ninge peste lume. Cine iubeste trebuie sa stie sa se piarda si sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SE REGASEASCA&lt;/span&gt;" sau "Inca mai simt in mine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bautura&lt;/span&gt; si culorile vii, ma echilibrez incetul cu incetul. Trebuie neaparat sa tin situatia sub control, pentru ca vreau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa adorm langa tine&lt;/span&gt;" :|&lt;br /&gt;Doar nebunii au inventat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iubirea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai scriu, nu vreau sa mai dau detalii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dreams mean work so keep working kids&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/2453787051445923274-7186433916440592959?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7186433916440592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7186433916440592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2590568043589912316</id><published>2010-01-14T23:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:38:37.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>X şi 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0-MimGCqaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zMo4B48UwN4/s1600-h/Extrac12+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0-MimGCqaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zMo4B48UwN4/s400/Extrac12+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426710601974065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Qej3VHd-Ug"&gt;Ea priveşte nemişcarea şi liniştea drept o intuiţie. Nu se întreabă cine vede soarele, şi lumea din jur, cine vede cuvinte şi cine vede lucruri imaginare, toate aceste lucruri sunt pur şi simplu acolo de la început, de ce să se întrebe ceva? Ochiul în care se reflectă este la fel de surprinzator şi de obiectiv ca şi ochiul lui Dumnezeu. Ea, spre deosebire de Dumnezeu, nu încearcă să dovedească că a creat ceea ce există; a devenit mai abilă, şi-a perfecţionat tehnicile de sugestie, lumea era acolo. Ea vedea că in locul unor obiecte şi fiinţe caracterizate, se află nişte oameni total aiurea. Cred că numai este necesar să spun că îmi lipseşte copilăria şi El, ca sa pot fi Ea.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2590568043589912316?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2590568043589912316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2590568043589912316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-si-0.html' title='X şi 0'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0-MimGCqaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zMo4B48UwN4/s72-c/Extrac12+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-9084545077699785156</id><published>2010-01-12T17:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:14:56.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zahăr brun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Să văd ce mai faceţi&lt;br /&gt;Sănătosi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cum o mai duceţi cu fericirea?&lt;br /&gt;Mulţumesc, nu-mi răspundeţi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am timp de răspunsuri,&lt;br /&gt;Abia dacă am timp să pun întrebări&lt;br /&gt;Dar îmi place aici.&lt;br /&gt;E cald, e frumos,&lt;br /&gt;Şi atâta lumină încât..&lt;br /&gt;Creşte iarba.&lt;br /&gt;Iar băiatul acela,&lt;br /&gt;Se uită la mine cu sufletul…&lt;br /&gt;Nu, dragă, nu te deranja să mă iubeşti.&lt;br /&gt;O cafea neagră voi servi, totuşi&lt;br /&gt;Din mâna ta.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi place că tu ştii s-o faci&lt;br /&gt;Amară.&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/2453787051445923274-9084545077699785156?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9084545077699785156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9084545077699785156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/zahar-brun.html' title='Zahăr brun'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7628748260665520505</id><published>2010-01-05T20:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:50:43.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic TAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0OHv6dRETI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Czy3wMlFC8/s1600-h/we_are_silent_as_the_rain_fall_by_apoetsdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0OHv6dRETI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Czy3wMlFC8/s400/we_are_silent_as_the_rain_fall_by_apoetsdream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423327633499820338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Două lucruri m-au umplut neîncetat de o isterie metafizică: un ceas care stă şi unul care umblă”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate acestea vor fi determinate de obsesia luptei cu somnul, ce mi-a dominat adolescenţa, determinându-mi adevărate experimente ale lucidităţii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi ras si as fi plans mai mult uitandu-ma la televizor, dar mai mult la viata in sine.&lt;br /&gt;As fi stat intinsa pe iarba seara si m-as fi gandit la el, sa apara langa mine, ne uitam amandoi?&lt;br /&gt;As fi stat sub o palarie mov, ascunsa de viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cert este ca unele perioade ne marcheaza pentru tot restul vietii, lupta cu teribilismul si cu dragostea, cu maturul si copiii, si te rog, nu uita de iubirea pe care ti-am lasat-o in biblioteca din fata patului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7628748260665520505?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7628748260665520505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7628748260665520505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/tic-tac_05.html' title='Tic TAC'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/S0OHv6dRETI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Czy3wMlFC8/s72-c/we_are_silent_as_the_rain_fall_by_apoetsdream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7434129116407000934</id><published>2010-01-05T19:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:47:45.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>„A fi plin de tine însuţi, nu în sens de orgoliu, ci de bogăţie, a fi chinuit de o infinitate internă şi de o tensiune extremă, înseamnă a trăi cu atâta intensitate, încât simţi că mori din cauza vieţii”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7434129116407000934?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7434129116407000934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7434129116407000934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2010/01/fi-plin-de-tine-insuti-nu-in-sens-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1898140058561006323</id><published>2009-12-29T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:17:47.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Szo5lvNZlmI/AAAAAAAAANk/wPk0wb21xmo/s1600-h/Fashion_by_pajaritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Szo5lvNZlmI/AAAAAAAAANk/wPk0wb21xmo/s400/Fashion_by_pajaritos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420708421984425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA EXTRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest in feminine tailoring and polish accesories to look effortlessly pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock chic just got tougher (and a whole lot sexier). Leather zips and denim bring the look up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vintage-inspired pieces and chic metallics that work day or night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1898140058561006323?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1898140058561006323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1898140058561006323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/fashion-news.html' title='Fashion news'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Szo5lvNZlmI/AAAAAAAAANk/wPk0wb21xmo/s72-c/Fashion_by_pajaritos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3200709791036704840</id><published>2009-12-28T15:54:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:32:03.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble wrap</title><content type='html'>"Aşa este tinereţea, îşi stabişeşte propriile limite fără a-i păsa dacă trupul le suportă. Şi trupul le suportă întotdeauna." Nu trebuie niciodată să te obişnuieşti cu nimic, ascultă aici, o să îţi pară rău, pentru că uite, incepuse să îmi placă iarăşi soarele, începusem să accept că afară nimeni nu este vinovat de lipsa de sens a vieţii. Vroiam să simt iarăşi toate lucrurile astea ridicole care fac parte din fiecare zi, ură şi iubire, plictiseală şi nebunie, şi cred că am scăpat; când asculţi cu răbdare ce au cei din jur şi incerci să îi ajuţi cu probleme, ai impresia că pe tine nu te atinge nimic, dar te atinge, şi ai grijă cum primeşti informaţia, pentru că din cauza persoanelor din jurul meu am paţit eu ce am păţit, şi de la cafeaua cu ciocolată de dimineaţă îmi bate inima ingrozitor, şi sunt agitata, sentiment pe care nu mi-l imaginam când îmi spunea Andreea ce i se întâmplă. Numai vreau niciun lucru ridicol şi o să îmi pun o dorinţă, o ordon pentru 2010! Nu vă aşteptaţi să o scriu aici:) Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS: No offence pentru nimeni, era un fel de sfat, pentru ca intotdeauna va veti gasi suferinta in lucrurile pe care vi le spun altii si pentru că eu am avut o depresie, gravă, care sper să treacă mai repede, REPEDE! &lt;br /&gt;depresie= lipsa serotoninei din organism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3200709791036704840?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3200709791036704840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3200709791036704840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/bubble-wrap.html' title='Bubble wrap'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2011516459754669229</id><published>2009-12-20T20:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:25:01.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronika se hotărăşte să moară</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfkPD-yvZko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfkPD-yvZko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stăteam şi era duminică, mai aveam jumătate de carte de citit, Veronika se hotărăşte să moară, Paulo Coelho, autorul meu preferat, brazilian, şi ca printr-o minune am descoperit filmul, de fapt Diana l-a descoperit, nu eu. O oră şi patruzeci şi două de minute, în timpul ăsta te poţi găsi undeva acolo, într-o crăpătură din cât timp ai petrecut până acum, sfârşindu-se ca orice film american cu o poveste de dragoste, care este imposibil să nu îţi aducă aminte de cineva drag, sau de vreo idee nebună de sinucidere. "Confronting death is discovering life". Oricând aveţi timpul necesar, uitaţivă la film, dar nu înainte de a citi cartea, merită! orice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2011516459754669229?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2011516459754669229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2011516459754669229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronika-se-hotaraste-sa-moara.html' title='Veronika se hotărăşte să moară'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7618424708581827516</id><published>2009-12-16T11:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:45:13.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Syi5_zYb6YI/AAAAAAAAANc/HfTs4LSQEuQ/s1600-h/Little_Girl_by_chachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Syi5_zYb6YI/AAAAAAAAANc/HfTs4LSQEuQ/s400/Little_Girl_by_chachin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415783057688619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum să nu poţi ieşi din oraş? Să stai o oră şi ceva in trafic? Să îţi doreşti să ningă şi să te trezeşti că nu poţi ieşi din bloc? Da, eu sunt bine mulţumesc de întrebare, îmi cer scuze ca am pielea subţire si transparentă şi intră frigul prin ea, îmi cer scuze că împart energie negativă şi că ninge de două zile. Dar totuşi, cumpăr piele cu energie inclusă, fără sentimente, 0% apa.&lt;br /&gt;Preţ negociabil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7618424708581827516?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7618424708581827516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7618424708581827516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Syi5_zYb6YI/AAAAAAAAANc/HfTs4LSQEuQ/s72-c/Little_Girl_by_chachin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-275888443876836659</id><published>2009-12-14T15:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:36:49.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrpoBS9fRhw"&gt;Click to listen! "In mod normal, oamenii mor exact in ziua in care isi inchipuie ca n-au sa moara".&lt;br /&gt;Spre noapte am inceput totusi sa simt frica, ramaneam iar singura acasa. Doar mie mi se putea intampla una ca asta. Mi-am petrecut viata asteptand mereu ceva, pe ai mei sa vina de la lucru, examenele de la sfarsit de semestru, sfarsitul vacantei, vacanta, trenul, convorbirea telefonica, mai putin moartea cuiva care vine la o data fixa, exact inaintea Craciunului, ca si acum 5 ani. Si incredibil, cum de citesc in momentul asta si "Veronika se hoatraste sa moara", si de ce aud si pe la altii de moarte? Ce s-a intamplat? Eu nu vreau sa fiu batrana si nu vreau sa imi moara parintii, cum nu vreau sa raman acum iar singura si maine sa vina o alta zi de scoala nesemnificativa.. si nu vreau sa imi imaginez conversatii aidoma.. Vreau sa numai existe nimic TRIST pe pamantul asta! Keep reading my words kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dumnezeu să-l ierte :|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-275888443876836659?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/275888443876836659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/275888443876836659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-422926220217791662</id><published>2009-12-12T16:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:12:13.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SyOyLXso17I/AAAAAAAAANU/64pIT5Ggpw8/s1600-h/__winter_walk___o1_by_0kalcia0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SyOyLXso17I/AAAAAAAAANU/64pIT5Ggpw8/s400/__winter_walk___o1_by_0kalcia0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414367085439014834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll seek you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flay you alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One more word and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;won’t survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I’m not scared of your stolen power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; through you any hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won’t soothe your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won’t ease your strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You’ll be waiting in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got nothing for you to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m taking it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeding my flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuffling the cards of your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I will play my ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your spine is ablaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felling any foe with my gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsIuO0TewlI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steadily emerging with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-422926220217791662?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/422926220217791662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/422926220217791662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyes-on-fire_12.html' title='Eyes on Fire'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SyOyLXso17I/AAAAAAAAANU/64pIT5Ggpw8/s72-c/__winter_walk___o1_by_0kalcia0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1857168354524184042</id><published>2009-12-09T21:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:05:32.437+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Thursday</title><content type='html'>Intr-adevar nu ma gandeam la ziua asta, atat de repede sa ma fac bine. Mi-am cheltuit toata energia luptand impotriva stresului de la liceu, dar trebuie sa accept asta asa cum vine, nu cum mi-as inchipui eu ca este. Asa mi-a spus mama. Cel putin, eu voi continua sa intru in vacanta si dupaia iar in stres, ce e drept iar ma voi trezi dimineata la 6:50, voi manca, buna Andrei, 6 sau 7 ore pe zi la liceu, depinzand de profesori, acasa, scriu, Gossip Girl, un pic de somn, nu prea mult ca strica. Si asta este rutina zilnica. Dupa asta, astept sa-mi vina o idee tampita de sinucidere, si ajung la concluzia ca viata asa este, si GO! Aici mi-am incheiat monologul interior, il continui pe privat, pentru ca am terminat cele.. teoretic vorbind 5 teze, practic 7. Era preferabil sa se termine cu toate acum, pentru ca vine Craciunul, Oh Santa Clause, cadouri, brad, miros de portocale, sarbatori, welcome! I guess I'm happy enough to sleep. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1857168354524184042?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1857168354524184042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1857168354524184042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-thursday.html' title='Lucky Thursday'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-21817123238881023</id><published>2009-12-06T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:48:48.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6 and Sunday night</title><content type='html'>Well I'm here, and not just here.. de acum o să mă împart în două locuri, aici, pe blogul meu si dincolo, tot pe blogul meu PRIVAT, sa nu-mi mai cititi voi gandurile. Oh perfect! Mi s-a sters memoria, este 10 fara un sfert, time for a baby sleep, pentru ca maine incepe o alta zi superba de scoala, cu o teza, si poimaine iar o teza, si miercuri iar 2 teze, in doar o saptamana. Oh please, I need a hug, right now! I'm tired and stressed and I need to sleep.. Good night people, love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-21817123238881023?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/21817123238881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/21817123238881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-and-sunday-night.html' title='6 and Sunday night'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1459697825170245197</id><published>2009-12-01T00:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:28:33.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New session at BSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SxRGJl-ft_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/dWbe5umAnP8/s1600/w09_lkbk_img_chica_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SxRFu_egYpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JSpaDKP3VH4/s400/w09_lkbk_img_fav_chica_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410025725994492562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SxRFhtr6n8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/4IySxyDl8EQ/s1600/w09_lkbk_img_fav_chica_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SxRFhtr6n8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/4IySxyDl8EQ/s400/w09_lkbk_img_fav_chica_20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410025497880600514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1459697825170245197?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1459697825170245197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1459697825170245197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='New session at BSK'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SxRGJl-ft_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/dWbe5umAnP8/s72-c/w09_lkbk_img_chica_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-8078505075927973850</id><published>2009-11-30T23:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:41:14.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Welcome back for me.. unde am fost? nicăieri.. tot pe aici, prin vechiul Galaţi nesemnificativ, prin Iaşi şi.. şcoala. Ce are rost? Nimic, cand acumulezi atât stres încât nu vrei să mai vezi pe nimeni in jurul tău, decât magazine, colecţii noi, mirosul hainelor noi 8-&gt;.. şi nelipsiţii bani cheltuiţi. Mini-vacanta ideala, până începe şcoala şi vine ora de chimie.. şi fără răceală? deja a trecut? Se pare că da. aş fi vrut să mă descarc de tot pe blogul ăsta scriind dar evident că nu pot, o să vadă toata lumea ce simt! pentru cine, de ce, pentru că nici eu nu mă înţeleg.. o să incerc să ţin pasul ca toţi bloggerii, scriind zilnic, ce e imposibil, iar voi, continuaţi să citiţi ce scriu, si cuvintele puse aidoma de un copil care nu poate sa doarmă..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-8078505075927973850?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8078505075927973850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8078505075927973850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2395915412691368905</id><published>2009-11-13T17:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:27:24.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns'/><title type='text'>She said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sv162IO8WUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ekFiamLq0Ow/s1600-h/Children_by_lanajo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sv162IO8WUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ekFiamLq0Ow/s400/Children_by_lanajo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403610198256146754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to sit here with you by the river. If you go home to sleep, I will sleep in front of your house. And if you go away, I will follow you – until you tell me to go away. Then I’ll leave. But I have to love you for the rest of my life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2395915412691368905?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2395915412691368905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2395915412691368905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-said.html' title='She said'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sv162IO8WUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ekFiamLq0Ow/s72-c/Children_by_lanajo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1770187114011997422</id><published>2009-11-06T17:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:36:46.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns'/><title type='text'>Aiurea</title><content type='html'>Rămâne să vorbim despre dragoste- ştiu că-i aşa- am raspuns. Am mai iubit înainte; e ca un drog. La început ai senzaţia de euforie, de abandon total. Apoi, a doua zi, vrei mai mult. Încă nu e un viciu, dar îţi place senzaţia şi îţi închipui că o poţi ţine sub control. Te gândeşti la fiinţa iubită vreme de două minute şi uiţi de ea timp de trei ore.&lt;br /&gt;În scurt timp însă te obişnuieşti cu acea persoană şi începi să fii complet dependent de ea. Dacă ea nu e lângă tine, încerci aceleaşi senzaţii ca şi drogaţii când nu-şi obţin drogul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce comparaţie oribilă. Ca şi cum soarta ar fi vrut să-mi arate că povestea cu celălalt este adevărată- şi totul conspiră întotdeauna în favoarea visătorilor. eşti cu gândurile duse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1770187114011997422?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1770187114011997422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1770187114011997422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/aiurea.html' title='Aiurea'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3223636290522374466</id><published>2009-11-04T20:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:38:49.505+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns'/><title type='text'>La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHK4gKABXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4kUkjG6Eu4M/s1600-h/DSCF0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHK4gKABXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4kUkjG6Eu4M/s400/DSCF0942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400320500247299442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Ah, ce n-aş da să-mi pot smulge inima din piept şi să dau cu ea de-a azvârlitelea pe firul apei, şi atunci nu m-ar mai încerca nici durere, nici dor, nici amintiri - departe de ochii şi de inima mea - visele care-mi aparţineau şi pe care totuşi nu le cunoşteam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am sărutat. Aş fi putut să-i spun câteva cuvinte de apreciere, de mulţumire, dar nu vorbesc. Aş fi putut spune că mă simţeam obosită în mijlocul atâtor oameni. Aş fi putut face vreun comentariu glumeţ despre copilăria noastră. Aş fi putut să-i explic că trebuia să prind ultimul drum sau poate altceva, să fie bine pe moment, şi in viitor. AŞ FI PUTUT. Nu vom ajunge niciodată să inţelegem semnificaţia asta. Căci în momentele vieţii noastre există lucruri care s-ar fi putut întâmpla, dar care nu s-au întâmplat. Există clipe, care trec neobsevate şi - brusc - se schimbă. Aşa ceva s-a întâmplat în clipa aceasta. În locul tuturor lucrurilor pe care le-aş fi putut face, am spus câteva lucruri care, uite, m-au adus peste o saptămână mai târziu aici, şi m-au determinat să scriu lucrurile astea." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citat din Paulo Coelho "La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns". Se potriveşte oarecum cu întâmplări, din ultima vreme, este doar ceva schematic.. &lt;br /&gt;P.S: Vreau în excursie înapoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3223636290522374466?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3223636290522374466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3223636290522374466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-raul-piedra-am-sezut-si-am-plans.html' title='La râul Piedra am şezut şi-am plâns'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHK4gKABXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4kUkjG6Eu4M/s72-c/DSCF0942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2782382128634768622</id><published>2009-10-29T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:51:23.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure mornings at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SuoAOuwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DwEOcT2jxnw/s1600-h/Immgg44+015+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SuoAOuwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DwEOcT2jxnw/s400/Immgg44+015+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398127356424539666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodată nu pusese preţ pe aceste lucruri inutile- din contră, credea că era inutil să suferi de singurătate, după cineva, inutil să mori de frică pentru că nu ai găsit încă acel nimic complet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2782382128634768622?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2782382128634768622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2782382128634768622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/pure-mornings-at-school.html' title='Pure mornings at school'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SuoAOuwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DwEOcT2jxnw/s72-c/Immgg44+015+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-8417604980051130706</id><published>2009-10-29T17:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:36:56.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>High school Week</title><content type='html'>Together.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sum2i827swI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F5ZET2cJWZ4/s1600-h/Img44+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sum2i827swI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F5ZET2cJWZ4/s400/Img44+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398046339948589826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sum0IqZqmfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/l3JEsoeHwsQ/s1600-h/Img44+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sum0IqZqmfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/l3JEsoeHwsQ/s400/Img44+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398043689294141938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SumzSV9CuRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1KeVbpGsum0/s1600-h/Img44+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SumzSV9CuRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1KeVbpGsum0/s400/Img44+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398042756092442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumz_mt8oeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/erCTATX4vEY/s1600-h/Img44+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumz_mt8oeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/erCTATX4vEY/s400/Img44+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398043533686645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumz03t_PkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zuxmy_eEih0/s1600-h/Img44+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumz03t_PkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zuxmy_eEih0/s400/Img44+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398043349271658050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumzsf-W92I/AAAAAAAAAJA/rna_R9LSunQ/s1600-h/Img44+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumzsf-W92I/AAAAAAAAAJA/rna_R9LSunQ/s400/Img44+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398043205458917218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumzd_Ce2HI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yMfAeFfEMdQ/s1600-h/Img44+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sumzd_Ce2HI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yMfAeFfEMdQ/s400/Img44+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398042956099672178"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A locuit in mare, s-a urcat in copaci, s-a tarat in patru labe, iar acum pasea cu mandrie alaturi de ei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-8417604980051130706?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8417604980051130706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8417604980051130706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school-week.html' title='High school Week'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sum2i827swI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F5ZET2cJWZ4/s72-c/Img44+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7740216083746864462</id><published>2009-10-19T20:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:36:35.689+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte aer, cuvinte apă</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Styc2k05dDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AsGiXp2ZdBU/s1600-h/8158d1a2f0d1eead15225f139ac741c5_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Styc2k05dDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AsGiXp2ZdBU/s320/8158d1a2f0d1eead15225f139ac741c5_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394358915095426098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce? Te-ai speriat? Eram tot eu. Aveam inaintea mea un alt om,  cu desavarsire altul decat cel de adineaori. Sa fi avut pietrele lui virtuti ascunse? Treptat se redobandise pe sine, se indreptase, intepase narile si acum statea teapan si rece si mandru, si foarte mandru. Trasaturile fetei sale prelungite se ascutisera, de la capruiul ochilor, si buzele subtiate I se facusera crude. Numai avea nimic firesc, semana mai mult cu un seraphim, decat cu o faptura omeneasca, si se rotea prin jur, si se uita la mine, si se uita. Ramase astfel inmarmurit catva timp scrutand intunericul pe care il biciui eu de fiecare data, ca si cum ar fi vrut sa alunge o vedere spre mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7740216083746864462?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7740216083746864462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7740216083746864462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuvinte-aer-cuvinte-apa.html' title='Cuvinte aer, cuvinte apă'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Styc2k05dDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AsGiXp2ZdBU/s72-c/8158d1a2f0d1eead15225f139ac741c5_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-161965040195227629</id><published>2009-10-08T17:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:18:17.745+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fals</title><content type='html'>“Într-o lume în care manechinele sunt modele de referinţă, în care frumuseţea se legitimează prin bani şi mofturi, prin exhibiţii şi indiscreţii, dar nu prin eleganţă şi rafinament, într-o lume în care sensibilitatea la frumos nu se mai educă, femeile riscă să uite că mai au şi creier.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-161965040195227629?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/161965040195227629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/161965040195227629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/fals.html' title='Fals'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-269991237532910545</id><published>2009-10-08T17:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:17:43.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Ss30gVwQD8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4M6kH7xxgyo/s1600-h/wet-body-wallpapers_10305_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Ss30gVwQD8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4M6kH7xxgyo/s320/wet-body-wallpapers_10305_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233165464866754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Va induiosa. Era unic, dezinvolt, zapacit. Atat de diferit vi se parea. Va amintiti perfect. Erati de acord intru totul. Totul va convenea. Umiditatea nu va descuraja, nici zgomotul, nici lipsa incalzirii, nici locul stramt. Nu va pasa. Il devorati din privire. Nu aveati nimic decat viitorul inainte. Erati nemuritori. Aveati tot timpul." Brigitte Giraud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-269991237532910545?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/269991237532910545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/269991237532910545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/10/multe.html' title='Multe..'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Ss30gVwQD8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4M6kH7xxgyo/s72-c/wet-body-wallpapers_10305_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1956377736607754194</id><published>2009-09-28T21:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:58:49.648+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omul, şi atât</title><content type='html'>"In singuratate, orice forma pare sa respire. Orice piatra cu anumite configuratii ciudate are ochi. De aceea oamenii singuri lovesc. Ca sa nu se indragosteasca de pietre sau de statui." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cat de genial a fost omul care l-a inventat pe Dumnezeu. Ma gandesc la un batranel adorabil, la un barbos trist, parasit de nevasta si de copii. Dumnezeu? Nemernicul e sus pe tavan, inecat in fumul de tigara, uitandu-se cu sila... Dumnezeu pana la urma este singura explicatie pe care o accepti. Din mila. Din caritate fata de tine si fata de cautarile tale fara sens. O forma a unei nebunii, acceptate social, o schizofrenie mitologica."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1956377736607754194?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1956377736607754194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1956377736607754194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/omul-si-atat.html' title='Omul, şi atât'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-7847315167385200964</id><published>2009-09-28T21:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:50:19.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miezul nopţii</title><content type='html'>Încă luni de trăit..&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai gândit de o mie de ori la primul lucru pe care l-ai face dacă ai şti că o să mori curând, nu? dar eşti liniştit, n-o să ţi se întâmple tocmai ţie. ai un destin măreţ. aştepţi o minune, ştii că o să vină pentru că aşa se termină toate filmele americane.&lt;br /&gt;Viaţa mea o ia razna. trebuie să îmi schimb sistemul de valori despre tot ceea ce mă înconjoară. reguli noi. întrebări noi. poate cel mai important, căutarea unui sens al propriei mele existenţe. trebuie să ştiu că n-am trăit degeaba, că n-am fost doar un alt personaj sec din cele peste şase miliarde.&lt;br /&gt;.. mi-a deschis ochii. nu contează când mori până la urmă. aşa că le poti încercat pe toate. ai să vezi. sex, droguri, tratamente… am întâlnit o grămadă de lume. ba chiar am reuşit să mă îndrăgostesc.. dar nicio noapte de cerneala sa nu o compari cu asta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-7847315167385200964?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7847315167385200964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/7847315167385200964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/miezul-noptii.html' title='Miezul nopţii'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-4840116285373188919</id><published>2009-09-22T16:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:44:37.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antimemorii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrjUwLOW4lI/AAAAAAAAAII/1LLHYnmVHY0/s1600-h/nu__by_she_is_weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrjUwLOW4lI/AAAAAAAAAII/1LLHYnmVHY0/s400/nu__by_she_is_weird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384287278633247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditie umana, absurditati, indoiala care se amplifica in fata cautarii a nu se stie carui lucru, este ceva care poate sterge trecutul, a unei legaturi mai intime in absurditate, in lupta, in primejdie, a unei justificari prin sacrificiu, toate poarta numele de speranta, de conditie umana, stransa intr-un pumn, si lasata undeva pe noptiera..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-4840116285373188919?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4840116285373188919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4840116285373188919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/antimemorii.html' title='Antimemorii'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrjUwLOW4lI/AAAAAAAAAII/1LLHYnmVHY0/s72-c/nu__by_she_is_weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3741777945293583785</id><published>2009-09-19T19:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:17:44.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vremea cadourilor si a zambetelor false</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrUSNGjj_fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0CytN_UiqMk/s1600-h/324992-FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrUSNGjj_fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0CytN_UiqMk/s400/324992-FB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383228945898667506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singurul lucru care mă face să mă simt într-adevăr bine este acea imagine pe care o contemplu și pe care o iubesc; în rest, totul e prefăcătorie. Prieteniile mele, născute la întâmplare și menținute în mediocritate, sunt simulate și atât de puțin intense... Săruturile pe care le-am dăruit timidă vreunui băiat din școala mea au fost la fel de ipocrite; de-abia ne atingeam buzele, că simțeam un fel de repulsie și aș fi fugit departe când simțeam limba celuilalt strecurându-se stângace. Această casă e tot atât de falsă, atât de puțin asemănătoare cu starea sufletească pe care o am acum. Aș vrea ca, pe neașteptate, toate tablourile să se desprindă de pe pereți, ca prin ferestre să intre un aer rece și înghețat, ca urletele câinilor să înlocuiască țârâitul greierilor. Vreau dragostea, jurnalelor. Vreau să-mi simt inima deschizându-se și vreau să-mi văd stalactitele gheții făcându-se bucăți și cufundându-se în râul pasiunii și al frumuseții."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3741777945293583785?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3741777945293583785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3741777945293583785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/vremea-cadourilor-si-zambetelor-false.html' title='Vremea cadourilor si a zambetelor false'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SrUSNGjj_fI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0CytN_UiqMk/s72-c/324992-FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-4107972618408184874</id><published>2009-09-15T22:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:15:13.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minima Moralia- A.Plesu</title><content type='html'>"Capacitatea de a distinge intre bine si rau, intre viciu si virtute, dreptate si nedreptate, pare a fi la indemana tuturor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suportam sa spunem si, la rigoare, sa ni se spuna ca nu suntem destul de harnici, destul de iscusiti, destul de stiutori, destul de indemanatici. Ceea ce nu putem tolera este sa spunem si, mai cu seama sa ni se spuna ca suntem moralmente precari, ca suntem corupti, necinstiti, discutabili din unghi etic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blandetea nu este, in sine, nici buna, nici rea; este doar un principiu care poate fi practicat in mod adecvat sau nu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sustine ca nu exista destin este totuna cu a sustine ca individual este nesemnificativ si viata omului este o intamplare fara rost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singura autoritate pe care constiinta nu si-o pune niciodata sau aproape niciodata la indoiala este autoritatea morala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Virtutea privita ca pozitivare a unui principiu neutru este un stimulent esential al energiei morale si devine, ca atare, practicabila"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-4107972618408184874?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4107972618408184874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4107972618408184874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/minima-moralia-aplesu.html' title='Minima Moralia- A.Plesu'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-834857278664471285</id><published>2009-09-15T21:57:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:37:25.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zbor in bataia sagetii- H.C.Patapievici</title><content type='html'>"Nici o fericire nu e compatibila cu aceea a trairii plenare. Continutul e secundar, aici modul trairii conteaza. Cotidianul nu este umil decat pentru ne-simtirea noastra. In fapt, ceea ce traim este un miracol continuu, egalat doar de faptul ca traim intr-adevar. Eu nu valorez nimic in aceasta valorizare. Gratia este in noi in fiecare secunda; nu trebuie sa ne facem timp pentru ea" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stiu ca nu exista scapare, si totusi traiesc. Si nu din indolenta, ci bucurandu-ma mereu si suferind in egala masura. Singura mea speranta sta in faptul ca nu inteleg temeiul acestei bucurii, care, nu poate fi descrisa adecvat decat in termenii unei mistici a luminii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imi imaginez uneori o eternitate imposibil de parcurs, pentru ca e alcatuita din intarzierea asteptarii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noi ne salvam prin oameni, si, fireste, ne pierdem tot prin ei. Deopotriva, fara alte persoane ai fi ajuns mai departe, sau, cine stie, in alta parte?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cand vorbesc de memorie, nu pot face abstractie de inteligenta. Cred ca un om prost nu are sensul de memorie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-834857278664471285?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/834857278664471285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/834857278664471285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/zbor-in-bataia-sagetii-hcpatapapievici.html' title='Zbor in bataia sagetii- H.C.Patapievici'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5684682070987895803</id><published>2009-09-07T22:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:23:30.049+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuiţie feminină</title><content type='html'>..Asa cum nimeni nu poate sta in calea unei dupa-miezi in care ploaia bate in geam, nici al seninatatii pe care un copil adormit o imprastie in jurul sau privind ploaia; acolo, in fata lui, asezata pe pervazul unei ferestre, in timp ce murea de somn din cauza ploii, o plictisea ideea de a privi, putea sa vada punctul de deasupra umarului ei stang, si ii parea rau&lt;br /&gt;Restul trebuia sa fie ascuns pe o etajera sau intr-un sertar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5684682070987895803?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5684682070987895803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5684682070987895803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/intuitie-feminina.html' title='Intuiţie feminină'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-5103014580269113577</id><published>2009-09-02T20:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:43:42.087+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvantul ei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sp6uRDq23sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fEgyHU6TDLA/s1600-h/modified302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sp6uRDq23sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fEgyHU6TDLA/s400/modified302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376926613193023170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la extaz la agonie.. " Ruptura de fiinţă te face bolnav de tine însuţi, încât este destul să pronunţi cuvinte inutile, pentru a te dizolva într-un fior moral. Şi atunci, ca să trăieşti, rişti imposibilul: accepţi viaţa" Nu te desprinde cu totul, pentru ca mai exista ceva, si sa nu iti crezi consiinta, te minte, lasa sa existe daca exista, sau daca exista in celalalt.. sunt convinsa ca nu intelegi tu, dar altcineva intelege, sau macar eu.. pentru ca mai am ceva ce iti apartine daca observi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-5103014580269113577?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5103014580269113577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/5103014580269113577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuvantul-ei.html' title='Cuvantul ei'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sp6uRDq23sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fEgyHU6TDLA/s72-c/modified302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1409152262851259025</id><published>2009-08-31T20:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:50:34.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to CG stuff</title><content type='html'>Pestisorii vibreaza la trairile prietenilor, sunt sensibili, afectuosi si dornici de sentimente adevarate. Sunt persoane pline de imaginatie, profunde si originale, care iti pot largi orizontul. Sunt persoane foarte usor de manipulat din cauza increderii, nu accepta jumatati de masura, vor totul sau nimic. Daca vrei doar pe cineva cu care sa te distrezi, fara sa pui multe intrerbari, nu ai gasit persoana potrivita. Asta fiindca are de la prietenii sai la fel de multe pretentii ca si de la ea insasi. Intuitia si viziunea o conduc catre un al saselea simt in ceea ce o priveste lookul. Tot timpul cu nasul in reviste, originalitatea fiind in primele locuri. Ca sa iti cizeleze aceasta intuitie se poate exprima oriunde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.coolgirl.ro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1409152262851259025?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1409152262851259025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1409152262851259025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-cg-stuff.html' title='Back to CG stuff'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-2004797714619961091</id><published>2009-08-19T22:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:27:03.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In doua cuvinte</title><content type='html'>Eram curioasă, plictisită. Cercetarea nu interesa, nu aveam relaţii cu lumea, am prieteni, dar nu ma isterizeaza asta. Mie îmi place să cunosc ce se întâmplă în lume, să ştiu ce fac psihologii din oameni, poate cum ii trateaza, care e starea disciplinelor noastre, îmi place să văd lucruri. Izolarea, provincialismul, lipsa de utilitate, de deschidere către lume erau îngrozitoare. Bineînţeles, a ieşit prost până la urmă. Am fost acolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-2004797714619961091?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2004797714619961091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/2004797714619961091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-doua-cuvinte.html' title='In doua cuvinte'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-9151949468538696454</id><published>2009-08-19T22:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:28:29.831+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrieri</title><content type='html'>"Creion si hartie nici gand sa fi avut la inchisoare. Ar fi asadar nesincer sa incerc a sustine ca "jurnalul" acesta a fost tinut cronologic; este scris 'apres coup'. De vreme ce nu-l pot insera in durata, cred ca-mi este permis a-l prezenta pe sarite, asa cum, de alta data aceasta in mod real, mi s-au perindat imaginile, aducerile aminte, cugetele in acel puhoi de impresii caruia ne place a-i da numele de constiinta. Efectul, desigur, bate inspre artificial; este un risc pe care trebuie sa-l accept." (N. Steinhardt- jurnalul fericirii)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-9151949468538696454?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9151949468538696454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9151949468538696454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/scrieri.html' title='Scrieri'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-9072616581133281195</id><published>2009-08-15T23:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:54:46.849+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell us everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SocX6uNqqDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/21_H3Dd9q2s/s1600-h/XtyiAT877462-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SocX6uNqqDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/21_H3Dd9q2s/s320/XtyiAT877462-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370287378267809842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaa wait for mee*  Morning, afternoon, evening. Great day. Actually, i met an old friend, and i'm amazed and happy, and i want to show it. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-9072616581133281195?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9072616581133281195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9072616581133281195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-us-everything.html' title='Tell us everything'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SocX6uNqqDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/21_H3Dd9q2s/s72-c/XtyiAT877462-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-8894557880438779523</id><published>2009-08-13T20:55:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:44:01.317+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BSK Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoReu7iCGgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HrOUwm5rMI4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoReu7iCGgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HrOUwm5rMI4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520816079903234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoReuJkmFhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/taFAp50E2Ys/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoReuJkmFhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/taFAp50E2Ys/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520802668877330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoRethir7RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/klKKajqtp9g/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoRethir7RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/klKKajqtp9g/s320/24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520791923453202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoRetGSPMtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rsp68ApBO90/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoRetGSPMtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rsp68ApBO90/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520784606704338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoResjjUwuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T-olihu8KWQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoResjjUwuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T-olihu8KWQ/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520775283131106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-8894557880438779523?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8894557880438779523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8894557880438779523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html' title='BSK Addiction'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SoReu7iCGgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HrOUwm5rMI4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3145181582776375501</id><published>2009-08-10T21:13:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:53:38.979+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem</title><content type='html'>They held each other and kissed, and push each others' darkness into the Corner, believing in each others' light, each others' dream. Requiem for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, his girlfriend, his best friend, and his mother, deal with drug addictions in their own way. Each character, however, ends up worse than they started off. It's hard to convey my feeling after watching these peoples worlds come flooding down on them. Awful. Lonelyness, drugs, love, dreams, Darren Aronofsky. Actualy, I had this movie for 3 months, but I wasn't interested, i didn't know what's talking about.i recommend it:) Well, it's interesting for people in this days. Too much energy; Wake up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3145181582776375501?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3145181582776375501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3145181582776375501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/requiem.html' title='Requiem'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-428536693044727913</id><published>2009-08-09T12:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:27:08.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uman?</title><content type='html'>"Luati o inima omeneasca sau doua,asortate;un manunchi de pasiuni umane-nu sunt prea multe,cel mult jumatate de duzina;asezonati-le cu un amestec de bine si rau; dati-i gust cu sosul de moarte si serviti totul unde si cand doriti-spuneti-i cum vreti,tocana este aceeasi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-428536693044727913?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/428536693044727913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/428536693044727913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/08/uman.html' title='Uman?'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3165924674924726449</id><published>2009-07-23T15:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:05:55.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isterizare</title><content type='html'>'Gata, acum eram conectata la ea, priza, da.. Stiam, eram sigura. Era atat de simplu. Am ras. Nu trebuia decat sa cant; sa cant si sa rezonez folosind sunetul dinauntrul meu. Am urlat si am tipat si trupul meu a devenit un tub ce genera sunete. Oasele scheletului tremurau incontrolabil. Fiecare celula prindea viata si incepea sa vibreze. Tremur si vibrez, subtil, insuportabil de frumos. Mi-e frica.. constiinta mea se modifica si nu pot impiedica acest proces. S-a terminat. Gata! Celulele mele incep sa vibreze la unison cu lucrul acela diferit. Brusc, oriunde si niciunde' Incredibil de simplu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3165924674924726449?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3165924674924726449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3165924674924726449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/isterizare.html' title='Isterizare'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3152569501385629883</id><published>2009-07-23T14:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:56:59.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>"A fi plin de tine insuti, nu in sens de orgoliu, ci de bogatie, a fi chinuit de o infinitate interna si de o tensiune extrema, inseamna a trai cu atata intensitate, incat simti cum mori din cauza vietii" Cioran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SmhPc8d-4cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibspH58a2Ow/s1600-h/antiheroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SmhPc8d-4cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibspH58a2Ow/s320/antiheroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622715071390146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata se deschidea curata si insorita, la fel si amurgul; dar ii trecuse deja vremea, era o striviztura in palma pamantului, un suflet transparent intr-un peisaj mirific de confuz. Se dezvolta in cercuri de fum, diforma. Murea in moartea naturii, era lasata intr-un cocon, pe buze de lumina; viata nu era palpitanta pentru ea, doar o batea lumina ce o deplasa in timp. Era in natura ca nicaieri, aiurea, fugea de ea insusi si de toti, de picioarele imense ce-i calcau corpul tarat. Trebuia ca ceva sa ii acorde dreptul de a se cunoaste dar bateriile ii erau mult prea descarcate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3152569501385629883?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3152569501385629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3152569501385629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SmhPc8d-4cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibspH58a2Ow/s72-c/antiheroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-4940458765863544866</id><published>2009-07-16T22:45:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:00:29.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of Rain</title><content type='html'>Vi s-a intamplat sa va indragostiti de un fenomen al naturii? Ploaia.. isi iroseste stropii pentru lucruri marunte, dar ii sacrifica pentru noi; Este o dispersie de picaturi, ca niste fire electrice incurcate cu caracter imprevizibil care vine doar odata cu aparitia norilor. Nu, nu trebuie sa o cauti, o gasesti de la ora 21 in fata la MC, pana in Piata Centrala. Si nu, nu era singura. Pana acasa a avut ochelarii de soare desi era intuneric, pielea de gaina de la picaturile reci dar placute, rasete cu tine Ro, glume despre ei si noaptea. O zi perfecta cu soare, ploaie, plaja, si ce mai aveam nevoie.. &lt;br /&gt;PS: Am mers prin ploaie din 19 pana acasa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-4940458765863544866?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4940458765863544866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/4940458765863544866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/smell-of-rain.html' title='Smell of Rain'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1930634260603961212</id><published>2009-07-13T02:17:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:12:16.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlpvGio6wlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gDWoUn0SYeM/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlpvGio6wlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gDWoUn0SYeM/s320/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357716864878953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add clothes, new hair style, jokes, atitude, guys, new life style. The smell of the new clothes and the taste of a new juice after you overblown with shopping , chocolate and food, wasting time in front of your PC, talking about guys and gossip, eating ice cream, love, hate, go in other cities to buy something to wear, do shopping, even if a cupboard is not enough for you, watching movies after 2am and sleep before 12pm with headakes, drink green tea and watch on ftv because of your boredom. Well, that’s a part of all of us in holiday.. right? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1930634260603961212?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1930634260603961212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1930634260603961212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/add-clothes-new-hair-style-jokes.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlpvGio6wlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gDWoUn0SYeM/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-3992532640155878991</id><published>2009-07-07T17:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:44:38.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ieri si Azi</title><content type='html'>Doua voci, doua personaje, si amurgul trist al trecutului, atunci cand el numai este obiectul dorintei noastre, iar obiectul dorintei numai suntem noi. Este sfarsitul povestii si nu stiti asta!&lt;br /&gt;El este acolo si prezenta lui ma deranjeaza, imi sta in lumina, nu-i pot vorbi; ma distrage un sarut.. credeam ca nu va mai fi posibil.. nu el, nu eu. Ar mai trebui un ideal, un semn, dar totusi fumul tigarii lui ma deranjeaza. Incep sa imi imaginez conversatii, am imbatranit. [modificat]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-3992532640155878991?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3992532640155878991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/3992532640155878991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/ieri-si-azi.html' title='Ieri si Azi'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-773556929587926428</id><published>2009-07-07T01:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:12:33.299+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things girls want Guys to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlJ2ykJW_cI/AAAAAAAAACw/kJbM8pf4L-c/s1600-h/Fashion_04_by_antng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlJ2ykJW_cI/AAAAAAAAACw/kJbM8pf4L-c/s320/Fashion_04_by_antng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355473517965409730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love when you cuddle with us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't always look our best so get over it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're always ready to talk, so call us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're not perfect so.. deal with it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love surprises&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can like boy stuff too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need your advice sometimes so don't be afraid to give it to us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs mean more sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-773556929587926428?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/773556929587926428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/773556929587926428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-girls-want-guys-to-know.html' title='Things girls want Guys to know'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlJ2ykJW_cI/AAAAAAAAACw/kJbM8pf4L-c/s72-c/Fashion_04_by_antng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-8234878991886528346</id><published>2009-07-06T00:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:16:33.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlEXqqYTjgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q8oBnTpBP1w/s1600-h/Louice_Fashion_by_pixation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlEXqqYTjgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q8oBnTpBP1w/s320/Louice_Fashion_by_pixation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355087453618408962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ploaia este invincibila. Daca ne concentram bine, ea se dovesdeste a fi un element trainic. Toate se usuca si pier, in timp ce ploaia ramane, mai tare decat platina sau diamantul. Ii simt nemarginirea si linistea, ma lipesc de trupul ei urias si ii ascult respiratia de monstru bland."  ( Martin Page-Despre Ploaie )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-8234878991886528346?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8234878991886528346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/8234878991886528346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/despre.html' title='Despre'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SlEXqqYTjgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q8oBnTpBP1w/s72-c/Louice_Fashion_by_pixation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-9028815599486342144</id><published>2009-07-04T23:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:57:44.788+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..până la un ultim cuvânt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sk_CN6-N40I/AAAAAAAAABw/JQc48-zo5GA/s1600-h/Fashion_Portrait_by_SarahJunexxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sk_CN6-N40I/AAAAAAAAABw/JQc48-zo5GA/s320/Fashion_Portrait_by_SarahJunexxx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712026391110466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am desprins o bucată de viaţă, dintr-o istorie pe care am traversat-o, cumva, împreună, şi am aşezat-o într-o carte, printre randuri. Am pus unul lângă altul texte ale noastre mai vechi, care au văzut deja lumina tiparului, dar şi texte noi, care tânjesc după prima lectură, dupa primele cuvinte si primul.. uhm. Am rescris istorii de dragoste trăite sau inventate, aşezându-le printre poveştile noastre despre iubire şi despre dezamăgirea care desparte, atât de dureros, atât de des, bărbaţii de femei. Am construit împreună o carte în care cuvintele şi ideile se aşază de la sine pe tărâmul niciodată explorat îndeajuns, care se află dincolo de bine, dincoace de rău dar totusi alaturi de noi doi. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-9028815599486342144?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9028815599486342144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/9028815599486342144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/07/pana-la-un-ultim-cuvant.html' title='..până la un ultim cuvânt'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/Sk_CN6-N40I/AAAAAAAAABw/JQc48-zo5GA/s72-c/Fashion_Portrait_by_SarahJunexxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453787051445923274.post-1116724720269023853</id><published>2009-06-24T15:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:16:28.808+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SkIWmwtoKsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1fMKp1DMHYs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SkIWmwtoKsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1fMKp1DMHYs/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350864162436688578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;entru ce suntem aici? Întotdeauna am avut această tendinţă de delir total.. Foarte puţini dintre noi acceptă ca această întrebare să rămână în alb, datorându-şi viaţa detaliilor pământeşti, după ameţitul răspuns “Nu ştiu!”. Răspunsul vine abia după ce accepţi adevărul, adevărul că trebuie să te cufunzi atât de mult în detalii, să trăieşti aiurea ca un adolescent, să trăieşti prefăcând misterele, să trăieşti gândindu-te că nu cauţi nimic, niciun răspuns; te afli aici pentru un anumit motiv, şi asta este de ajuns. Trebuie să accepţi sau nu, că mereu este o mână care te ghidează, şi mereu în spatele miracolelor există un răspuns, un semn. Dar încetează să mai interpretezi semnele. Priveşte-le doar cu o fascinaţie copilărească!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453787051445923274-1116724720269023853?l=costeamihaella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1116724720269023853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453787051445923274/posts/default/1116724720269023853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://costeamihaella.blogspot.com/2009/06/p-entru-ce-suntem-aici-intotdeauna-am.html' title='Delir'/><author><name>Costea Mihaella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17280174634892021079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SvHLcv23PeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C024sS44Kzc/S220/DSCF0942.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrY9e_Kl264/SkIWmwtoKsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1fMKp1DMHYs/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
