tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1982836902532981802011-04-21T18:21:37.044-07:00POVESTI MESTESUGITEZizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-72401772764298568802009-03-22T01:43:00.001-07:002009-03-22T05:17:42.141-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX6O6bgP_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cTi4FyKtvSw/s1600-h/boze+217mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX6O6bgP_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cTi4FyKtvSw/s320/boze+217mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930069290467314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">E limpede cum ca oglinda ne priveste mereu la fel, schitand un adevar obiectiv, dar de ce privirea se indoieste de obiectivitatea oglinzii in mii de ciorne?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-7240177276429856880?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-35740356786109324612009-03-22T01:40:00.002-07:002009-03-22T05:18:01.047-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5t34UemI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u0TjE-YOX4I/s1600-h/boze+214mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5t34UemI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u0TjE-YOX4I/s320/boze+214mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929501670341218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Traiesc in multe lumi, in franturi de imaginatie pe care le modelez in nenumarate nuante ascunzand in fiecare esenta unui personaj. Azi am purtat in minte gandurile unei alte epoci.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-3574035678610932461?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-33014736550791811722009-03-22T01:40:00.001-07:002009-03-22T05:16:49.331-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5eutsiEI/AAAAAAAAABs/Bb-ADr9QABk/s1600-h/boze+210mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5eutsiEI/AAAAAAAAABs/Bb-ADr9QABk/s320/boze+210mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315929241511823426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Respir fiecare secunda, traind inchisa in timp. Inghit cu pofta fiecare traire pentru a o inchide in sertarul amintirilor. Mi-e frica sa nu le pierd. Singura parte din mine accesibila lumii sunt culorile. Ele sunt eu in esenta si eu sunt trairile lor.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-3301473655079181172?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-15203926862905443702009-03-22T01:38:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:18:21.634-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5ML9ymYI/AAAAAAAAABk/DASORasENjQ/s1600-h/boze+207mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX5ML9ymYI/AAAAAAAAABk/DASORasENjQ/s320/boze+207mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928922946443650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O ameteala ma cuprinde. Ma uit spre soare. Spre pamant. Spre iarba. Spre univers. Ma joc cu privirea inspre rasarit si apus. Si atunci mai adaug un pic din curcubeu. Ma invart.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-1520392686290544370?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-78916235410986239692009-03-22T01:37:00.000-07:002009-03-22T12:58:29.373-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX441_rPkI/AAAAAAAAABc/U_0riMyaffU/s1600-h/boze+204mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX441_rPkI/AAAAAAAAABc/U_0riMyaffU/s320/boze+204mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928590631255618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron - VANDUT<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O plaja pustie, o mare adormita, o mie de emotii, tremurul amintirilor. Un dans timid in povestea lumii. O pensula manata de-o traire ascunsa pe-o panza neatinsa. Doar o clipa, in umbra lunii.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-7891623541098623969?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-26824805100660574642009-03-22T01:35:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:19:04.218-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX4jNVVIoI/AAAAAAAAABU/iLC1U3qEB4A/s1600-h/boze+199mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX4jNVVIoI/AAAAAAAAABU/iLC1U3qEB4A/s320/boze+199mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928218938974850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Era primavara. Vantul suiera luptandu-se pentru supravietuire. Mi-a amestecat discret imaginatia si gandurile. Si atunci am lasat dare de lumina.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-2682480510066057464?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-80429260338375419252009-03-22T01:34:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:15:33.119-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX4PX3GQwI/AAAAAAAAABM/AaZmtb7Qz_U/s1600-h/boze+196mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX4PX3GQwI/AAAAAAAAABM/AaZmtb7Qz_U/s320/boze+196mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927878167577346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron - VANDUT</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gust de sarmale. Si focul cuptorului. O lingura de lemn atarna langa soba. Privesc in farfurie la simfonia culorilor. Si sarmalele au gustul copilariei.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-8042926033837541925?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-73936859700805080122009-03-22T01:33:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:19:26.921-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX392rTppI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gsj1O-Gzfdo/s1600-h/boze+193mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX392rTppI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gsj1O-Gzfdo/s320/boze+193mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927577201976978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ma jucam cu degetele in nisip desenand universul printre valurile marii, dar cu fiecare adiere, efemerul mai inghitea un univers.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-7393685970080508012?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-66415206043288667992009-03-22T01:31:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:19:58.682-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX3fsYGCzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bzt4zOv5Z1c/s1600-h/boze+190mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX3fsYGCzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bzt4zOv5Z1c/s320/boze+190mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927059040963378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Imi duceam veacul in lumea viselor, in totul calm si-n gandurile mele si simteam caldura unor priviri ascunse care insa ma trageau spre realitate. Am deschis ochii si am privit soarele. Ma amagisem in raze si in realitatea neretusata.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-6641520604328866799?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-65640678680147888622009-03-22T01:30:00.000-07:002009-03-22T05:20:22.505-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX3OPFBk8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7kMnEbEl4ME/s1600-h/boze+187mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX3OPFBk8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7kMnEbEl4ME/s320/boze+187mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315926759118574530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ma privea zambind timid si mi-a prins privirea in zambetul lui. M-am rusinat timida, mergand pana acasa prinsa in privirea lui. Acolo mi-a soptit oglinda cum ca bronzul acrilic merge la tenul meu.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-6564067868014788862?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-61824744778682022712009-03-22T01:04:00.001-07:002009-03-22T05:20:43.871-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX2x74etQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nxCdAx7dyGM/s1600-h/boze+170mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScX2x74etQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nxCdAx7dyGM/s320/boze+170mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315926272929346818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25 Ron<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ascultam muzica ideilor mele privind pierdut pe geam, cantand in versuri albe mii de ganduri ce-mi alergau in minte, cand sunetul ascutit al penibilului mi-a dat coate si mi-a ascuns onoarea in note amalgamate. De atunci imi plimb onoarea la gat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScXxJqQkr7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XXPCpNawUUU/s1600-h/boze+170.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-6182474477868202271?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-30148137410651556032009-02-05T05:43:00.000-08:002009-03-22T05:21:11.990-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScYqLfwjjVI/AAAAAAAAACE/olp0bNMB_QY/s1600-h/IMG_4979.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScYqLfwjjVI/AAAAAAAAACE/olp0bNMB_QY/s320/IMG_4979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315982787149532498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Am ajuns si eu acum ca am fost retinuta putin. Da e bine sa te lasi asteptata ca sa ai o intrare impactanta. Usor sa nu ma impiedic si e foarte comod. Sa ne pornim dara...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-3014813741065155603?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198283690253298180.post-67491222610577711202009-02-04T06:25:00.000-08:002009-03-22T05:21:31.091-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScYqcjYx2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/lefXvV7i-Pw/s1600-h/IMG_4983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqTacNDFf3o/ScYqcjYx2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/lefXvV7i-Pw/s320/IMG_4983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315983080181323890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Uff! M-am rostogolit pana aciu'! Fu greu...Dar in sfarsit am fost gazduita. Aici. Bine v-am gasit...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198283690253298180-6749122261057771120?l=povestimestesugite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zizazuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997925042276769031noreply@blogger.com0