<?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-5210143443079541221</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:59:50.177+02:00</updated><category term='raspuns...'/><category term='simple'/><category term='asta nu l-am scris dinainte:P'/><category term='versete'/><category term='trairi'/><category term='questions'/><category term='sentimente'/><category term='A.W. Tozer'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='cuvinte de la Domnul:)'/><category term='incurajare'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'>¨The only real elegance is in the mind; if you've got that, the rest really comes from it.¨ (Diana Vreeland)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4133836078990118778</id><published>2012-01-29T19:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:59:50.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A temporary home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LraOiHUltak" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiam melodia asta de ceva vreme si chiar nu am mai ascultat-o de mult timp. In situatia in care sunt acum, ca ma tot mut dintr-o parte in alta si nu stiu ce sa fac in viata ma regasesc in aceasta sintagma: Pamantul este doar un acasa temporar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oamenii din jurul meu imi tot spun dute intr-o parte sau in alta ca acolo e mai bine, ca ai mai multe oportunitati, ca ai mai mult de castigat, etc. Poate ca in unele parti e mai bine sau mai rau decat in altele, dar niciunde nu e mai bine ca Acasa! Acasa in cer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred cu tarie ca suntem facuti pentru cer! Niciunde in lumea asta nu e bine, nu numai datorita situatiei economice sau politice actuale, ci fiindca locuim printre lucruri imperfete. Si nu exista loc pe lumea asta unde totul e perfect. Tot o sa dam de sitautii care ne amintesc de faptul ca suntem facuti pentru un alt loc! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana atunci, traim asa cum ne-a fost dat, incercand sa mergem pe un drum, sa ne cream o existenta, sa crestem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4133836078990118778?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4133836078990118778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4133836078990118778' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4133836078990118778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4133836078990118778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2012/01/temporary-home.html' title='A temporary home'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LraOiHUltak/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-9082303030929017843</id><published>2012-01-20T18:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:31:36.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu exista atei in ¨situatii limita¨</title><content type='html'>¨Pe cand eram intr-o inchisoare, un ofiter inarmat cu un baston de cauciuc m-a amenintat:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sa nu cumva sa indraznesti sa mai vorbesti despre Dumnezeu in celula, ca o patesti. Ce dovada ai ca Dumnezeu exista? Am raspuns:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Este greu sa aduci o dovada unui om cu bata in mana. Bata poate sparge capul ce contine dovezile. Insa dati-mi voie sa va pun o intrebare: am cunoscut personal nenumarati atei care in ceasul mortii au regretat ca nu au crezut si s-au pocait. In ultima clipa ei au strigat ¨Isus¨ sau ¨Maica Domnului¨. Va puteti imagina un credincios murind cu regretul ca a crezut si implorand: ¨&lt;i&gt;Darwin!...Marx!...Voltaire!...Veniti si eliberati-ma de credinta?&lt;/i&gt;¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omul este condus de propriile lui ganduri. Dar in care din acestea te poti increde? Ca orice altceva, gandirea trece prin susuri si josuri. Uneori suntem pe culmi, alteori in adancuri. Putem avea incredere in gandire doar atunci cand se afla in plin apogeu. Asta se intampla in ¨situatii limita¨, cum le numeste filosoful german Jaspers, cand sufletul este extaziat la vederea frumusetii sau cand este in cautarea presanta a unei solutii in momente de mare pericol, ca acela cand trece intr-o lume necunoscuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;In astfel de momente nu exista atei&lt;/b&gt;. Omul este cuprins de teama cand i se apropie ceasul mortii. Se afla la poarta marelui mister. Credinciosii nu parasesc credinta intr-un astfel de moment, dar ateii renunta deseori la necredinta lor, pentru ca normal este sa crezi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In ziua aceea am scapat nebatut.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Richard Wurmbrand- ¨&lt;i&gt;Dovezi ale existentei lui Dumnezeu&lt;/i&gt;¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-9082303030929017843?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9082303030929017843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=9082303030929017843' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9082303030929017843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9082303030929017843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2012/01/nu-exista-atei-in-situatii-limita.html' title='Nu exista atei in ¨situatii limita¨'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8761595372169572225</id><published>2012-01-11T23:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:40:50.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate religion, but love Jesus</title><content type='html'>Am gasit asta la cineva pe facebook si chiar am vrut sa dau share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: I really have to work on many aspects of the Christianity I claim to practice. Many times I just practice a religion instead of being a real Christian!! And I really believe this guy is so right in what he is saying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IAhDGYlpqY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8761595372169572225?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8761595372169572225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8761595372169572225' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8761595372169572225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8761595372169572225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-hate-religion-but-love-jesus.html' title='Why I hate religion, but love Jesus'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IAhDGYlpqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2559234166082441470</id><published>2012-01-09T00:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:57:55.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What about joy?</title><content type='html'>I simply adore preaches. It's likely that I have a few favorite preachers, but some simply surprise me! And I don't think that the surprise comes from them...I think it comes from God. He likes to surprise us.&lt;br /&gt;He always answers when we have an open heart &amp;nbsp;to listen to what He has to say to us. And I feel so blind sometimes...I let blindness cover me so much that I forget to open my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I live my life, I do things that I think are good, but I forget doing them with joy in my heart and today God reminded me of that. He says through Paul: "Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" Philippians 4:4&lt;br /&gt;It's a verse a friend of mine always told me. It's a verse I always see in the Bible, and I hope I learn to do it. To rejoice is a command here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much better is the life of he who rejoices. He does all things to praise God and only Him. He does things with hope, He doesn't mind if the circumstances are bad, he knows he can learn a lot of lessons from the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered this verse during the preach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its works so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything" James 1:2-4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice! What a hard lesson, but once you learn it is so fulfilling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2559234166082441470?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2559234166082441470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2559234166082441470' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2559234166082441470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2559234166082441470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-about-joy.html' title='What about joy?'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-316217439534259599</id><published>2011-12-31T11:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:04:56.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¨...daca El exista, am castigat o fericire vesnica!¨</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;¨Isus, Dumnezeu incarnat, a ales sa nu schimbe circumstantele exterioare, sa nu fuga de o moarte dureroasa pe cruce. Acceptandu-si destinul cu dragoste si iertare, El a demonstrat ca nu trebuie sa ne temem de moarte. De indata ce am biruit aceasta frica, viata in sine devine - asa cum a promis El celor ce-L urmeaza - mai abundenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Este o mare pierdere sa nu-L cunosti pe Dumnezeu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intr-un anumit sens, viata este o aventura, deoareece noi, oamenii, nu putem prezice viitorul. Nu stiu daca planurile mele de casatorie imi vor aduce fericirea; nici nu stiu daca as fi mai fericit ramanand necasatorit. Nu stiu ce-mi va aduce cariera pe care mi-am ales-o. Nu sunt absolut sigur ca hrana pe care tocmai am mancat-o imi va face bine. Noi toti luam hotarari bazate pe presupuneri. Sa facem acelasi lucru in problema existentei lui Dumnezeu. Sa 'jucam totul pe o carte', cum a sugerat Blaise Pascal. El a spus: '&lt;i&gt;Daca-mi pun credinta in Dumnezeu si El nu exista, nu pierd altceva decat placerile vinovate la care trebuie sa renunt si care imi sunt oricum daunatoare. Insa daca El exista, am castigat o fericire vesnica&lt;/i&gt;'.¨ (Richard Wurmbrand- ¨&lt;i&gt;Dovezi ale existentei lui Dumnezeu&lt;/i&gt;¨)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-316217439534259599?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/316217439534259599/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=316217439534259599' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/316217439534259599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/316217439534259599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumnezeu-incarnat-ales-sa-nu-schimbe.html' title='¨...daca El exista, am castigat o fericire vesnica!¨'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7499886307880623294</id><published>2011-12-19T02:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:44:48.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa!</title><content type='html'>scriam in postul anterior despre New Year Resolution Generator si mi-a venit o idee de leapsa! Folosind link-ul paginii de resolutions: http://moninavelarde.com/newyears/ &lt;br /&gt;Sa dai drumul aplicatiei de pe butonul ¨GIMME MORE¨ sa scrii pe blog primele 10 lucruri care apar pe ecran si in anul care vine, preferabil luna Ianuarie, sa le duci la indeplinire!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau leapsa lui Onete si Ioio. Si dau leapsa si lui Andreea si Dana (din lipsa de blog, puteti sa le scrieti pe Facebook :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my list:&lt;br /&gt;1.Listen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try my hand at astrophotography and photograph the stars.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use my phone to call instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch a movie in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;7. Paint more.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be happy and healthy (this is a challenge!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Participate.&lt;br /&gt;10. Listen to my heart :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. nu mai gasesc butonul ala pentru a adauga un link la un cuvant asa ca am pus tot link-ul de la aplicatie! :D si astfel nu am putut sa dau link spre blogurile spre care am dat leapsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7499886307880623294?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7499886307880623294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7499886307880623294' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7499886307880623294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7499886307880623294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/12/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3916322357152320670</id><published>2011-12-19T01:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:27:28.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year resolutions</title><content type='html'>Da, vine anul nou. Se repeta toata alergatura dupa cumparaturi, haine noi, cadouri and stuff. Multi isi cauta rudele demult pierdute pentru a le invita la cina de revelion. Unii isi impodobesc casele spre invidia vecinilor, iar altii se gandesc ce o sa faca in aceasta perioada de inca 365 de zile care le sta in fata. &lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, multi recurg la ¨dorinte¨. Ce sa schimbe, sa faca ceva ce n-au mai facut, cliseul ¨sa fie mai buni¨, sa cumpere mobila noua sau sa adopte o pisica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu recurg la chestii de genul pentru ca niciodata nu ma pot tine de o lista!! Imi place sa fac lucrurile asa, ca imi vin in minte. Mi se pare ca o lista ma limiteaza. De multe ori mi-am facut cate o lista pentru diferite lucruri, dar a ajuns sa fie uitata dupa cateva zile(mai ales ca, de multe ori, era scrisa pe bucatele de hartie, bonuri de cumparaturi sau pe ultimele foi de caiet. Cred ca singurele liste care au ajuns sa fie checked erau ¨to do lists¨-urile care cuprindeau lucruri urgente pentru scoala, de care nu trebuia sa uit, sau favoruri pe care unii m-au rugat sa le fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am gasit la cineva o mica pagina care se numeste New Year Resolution Generator si am extras cateva, care mi s-au parut si mie mai interesante. Mi-ar place sa le fac, ideea e sa nu le pierd, a deja o parte sunt scrise la sfarsitul unei agende si cealalta parte pe o hartiuta verde. Eu le scriu pe acelea pe cere le-am gasit interesante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I will:&lt;br /&gt;-write a story,&lt;br /&gt;-visit an art museum,&lt;br /&gt;-go back to school (hopefully!!),&lt;br /&gt;-learn to tie a tie (I already know the simple knot, I'm going for the double one!!:D),&lt;br /&gt;-laugh a lot,&lt;br /&gt;-try harder,&lt;br /&gt;-take risks,&lt;br /&gt;-inspire,&lt;br /&gt;-broaden my horizon,&lt;br /&gt;-calm down(!!),&lt;br /&gt;-be brave,&lt;br /&gt;-be patient,&lt;br /&gt;-learn a new language,&lt;br /&gt;-apply for my dream job(pentru ca nu stiu care e aia, a simple job will do, thank you),&lt;br /&gt;-go cloud watching(and find an animal or two),&lt;br /&gt;-cook beef bourguinon(I want to try this so bad!!)&lt;br /&gt;-make someone's day :D,&lt;br /&gt;-start a business,&lt;br /&gt;-try a new cafe!&lt;br /&gt;-make a short film,&lt;br /&gt;-carpool (definitelly!!!),&lt;br /&gt;-find a person with the same name as me on facebook :)),&lt;br /&gt;-wake up earlier,&lt;br /&gt;-compose a song,&lt;br /&gt;-solve the rubik's cube,&lt;br /&gt;-roast marshmallows over a fire,&lt;br /&gt;-wear sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;-create!create!create!&lt;br /&gt;-throw a costume party :D&lt;br /&gt;-be happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat am scris eu, si daca tot ati citit pana aici(sau citit numai aici:)) va dau si pagina de pe care le-am luat: http://moninavelarde.com/newyears/ (mi-a disparut butonul de insert link, so...luati-l asa! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3916322357152320670?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3916322357152320670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3916322357152320670' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3916322357152320670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3916322357152320670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year resolutions'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3650184123245264664</id><published>2011-12-08T02:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:50:47.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ABTMBCN</title><content type='html'>Dumnezeu imi vorbeste prin literatura! Pot sa zic asta si stiu ca e adevarat, doar printr-o carte mi s-a facut cunoscut! ¨Genoveva¨!&lt;div&gt;Apoi, prin prologul unei carti a lui Patapievici, in Carturesti. Locul cel mai putin probabil sa gasesc un raspuns la intrebarile a caror raspuns il cautam. Mi-a potolit intrebarile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum, azi, dupa ce nu am mai verificat un blog de cateva saptamani, am zis sa vad ce a mai pus nou. Si culmea! Parca mi-a rasfoit mintea! Nu am gasit un raspuns, autorul ma indemna sa il gasesc singura, fara sa stie de mine.  Articolul e &lt;a href="http://www.blog.catalingeorgescu.com/2011/12/unde-nimeresti.html"&gt;asta!&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/5210143443079541221-3650184123245264664?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3650184123245264664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3650184123245264664' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3650184123245264664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3650184123245264664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/12/abtmbcn.html' title='ABTMBCN'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5960179709987343514</id><published>2011-12-03T20:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:39:28.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>jurnale</title><content type='html'>Jurnalele sunt bucati din noi pe care le deschidem de buna voie inaintea altora. &lt;div&gt;Imi plac foarte mult jurnalele fiindca pot sa vad cum arata o persoana pe interior. Pot sa cunosc o persoana mult mai adanc cititndu-i jurnalul decat stand de vorba. In jurnal sunt scrise si cele mai adanci ganduri, trairi pe care le descrii pe moment si apoi zboara, prietenii, decizii, pareri.&lt;div&gt;Am gasit si niste citate faine scrise de Gabriel Liiceanu in cartea sa ¨Intalnire cu un necunoscut¨ si vreau sa le redau mai jos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¨Autorul unui jurnal deschide acest sanctuar [al sufletului] si lasa lumea sa intre si sa priveasca. Si lumea intra, in salile care sunt deschise si care pot fi vizitate, se uita si se mira de toate cate s-au putut strange intr-un singur suflet de-a lungul catorva ani de viata.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¨Un autor de jurnal nu va deschide niciodata usa interzisa a vietii sale pentru a se injosi, pentru a se arata in toata micimea fiintei sale. Jurnalele in care cred nu sunt nici documente  psihologice, nici psihiatrice, ci aporturi individuale la edificarea unei umanitati comune.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¨Orice autor, prin jurnalul sau, se preda celorlalti, isi pune viata la mijloc si, in acest moment de suspensie ea apartine tuturor fara sa fie a cuiva anume. Apoi ea e impartita. Fiecare isi ia cu el acasa cate o bucata din ceea ce, de bunavoie, a fost pus la mijloc, o intoarce pe toate partile, o pipaie, o miroase si retine ce-i place mai mult din ea. Asta sunt de fapt toate cartile: vieti oferite ca prada spre bucuria celorlalti.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5960179709987343514?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5960179709987343514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5960179709987343514' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5960179709987343514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5960179709987343514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/12/jurnale.html' title='jurnale'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1963525519245825837</id><published>2011-11-28T14:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:42:52.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Why do I always have the impression that other people have it all figured out? That they know what to do since the day they were born. They know what school to go to, what job to take, who to marry, what will their life look like, and when they rise up in the morning they have a sense of confidence about that day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to my cousin yesterday and she told me that she liked the kind of people that don't know what to do with their lives because in the process of finding out they learn more about life than the others, who have it all figured out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do with my life. Right now, I am in the process of waiting for it to start! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1963525519245825837?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1963525519245825837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1963525519245825837' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1963525519245825837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1963525519245825837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6231030121935856967</id><published>2011-11-20T01:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:09:42.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>jurnal de calatorie [529]</title><content type='html'>Ma uitam prin camera in timp ce se derula serialul si am inceput sa survolez zona si sa tin minte detalii. Detalii care o sa mi le amintesc from time to time. &lt;div&gt;Sunt asa melancolica la plecari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca nu merge cum trebuie (desi nu cred ca exista un "cum trebuie", ci poate "cum mi-ar place") o sa imi fac bagajul din nou, la fel cum mi-l fac acum si o sa vin inapoi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something doesn't seem... I feel like Lorelai marrying Max, why do I feel like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6231030121935856967?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6231030121935856967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6231030121935856967' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6231030121935856967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6231030121935856967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/jurnal-de-calatorie-529.html' title='jurnal de calatorie [529]'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5861443829575400163</id><published>2011-11-16T10:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:14:31.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>Sunt multe lucruri de spus despre cafea. Istoria ei e lunga si interesanta. E folosita in multe scopuri si eu nu vreau sa ma bag in detalii. &lt;div&gt;De ce scriu despre cafea? Well, chiar cred ca e o inventie minunata! Multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca a inventat cafeaua si acum ma pot bucura de dimineti amarui delicioase alaturi de cana mea portocalie plina de lichidul negru :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceasta postare vreau sa fie, defapt, dedicata to coffee slangs. In timp ce studiam pentru licenta m-am asezat la o masa in biblioteca.  Am obiceiul sa ma pun la mese pe care exista deja carti, asa, ca sa mai vad ce citesc altii. Masa asta era plina de carti groase cu slang-uri. Din curiozitate am deschis una si am inceput sa cotrobai dupa slang-uri interesante. M-am oprit la coffee si journalism slangs(astea pentru alta data), pentru ca sunt lucruri care ma intereseaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si uite ce am descoperit despre cafea. Niste slang-uri interesante pe care vreau sa le impartasesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primul care m-a atras era "jitterati" - those who need constant supply of caffeine  to meet deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cafeaua are mai multe denumiri. Cea mai populara e "Joe"-old-school diner slang for coffee. Dar o mai poti numi si: java(acum inteleg logo-ul de la java :D), jamoke, sludge, silt, bilge, murk, mud and a shot-in-the-arm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Schizo" nu are nicio legatura cu boala, ci e "a cup of coffee made with equal parts of caffeinated and decafeinated coffee".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cele mai interesante denumiri mi s-au parut, totusi, cele date cafelei, cum ii spunem noi, la pachet, sau mai modern "to go". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Coffee on a leash"- to go, in a disposable cup with handles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Coffee on wheels"- order to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Coffee with legs"- a cup packed to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si daca vreau sa raman la o masa sa beau linistit spun "A coffee, park it!" adica "an order to stay".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O alta prescurtare, care a venit si cu un mic ghid de "cum sa comanzi fara sa arati ca nu stii nimic despre Starbucks" este COD. Vine de la "coffee of the day". Povestioara spunea ca, in general, expresia e folosita in cafenelele Starbucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De obicei, ca incepator in de-ale cafelei, daca mergi la Starbucks te pierzi in specialitatile lor si fiindca tanti de dupa tejghea e genial de priceputa in taina cafelei (fiindca lucreaza acolo) e foarte posibil sa chicoteasca pe dupa paharele de cafea cand ramai cu gura cascata in fata meniului si te intrebi "dar oare aia ce inseamna?". Ca sa nu faci ditamai coada in spatele tau ceri simplu COD si te multumesti cu ce ai primit. Te asezi la o masa si tragi cu ochiul, si cu urechea, la ce comanda altii, te informezi mai bine si data viitoare o sa comanzi ce iti place tie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana atunci, eu vreau "an iced tall Schizo skinny hazelnut cappuccino with wings" care e doar varianta scurta pentru "a small iced hazelnut cappuccino with one shot of regular and one of decaf, plus skim milk with foam, to go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si un &lt;a href="http://cocoajava.com/java_nicknames.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; cu denumiri date de altii. Unele sunt chiar interesante :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enoy your coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5861443829575400163?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5861443829575400163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5861443829575400163' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5861443829575400163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5861443829575400163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1298868097734239687</id><published>2011-11-07T00:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:49:18.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a moment of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YmQez662Rg/TrcLG_pyZKI/AAAAAAAAARI/L0urn7r9Y5k/s1600/DSC02557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YmQez662Rg/TrcLG_pyZKI/AAAAAAAAARI/L0urn7r9Y5k/s200/DSC02557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672014470490252450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi suna in minte momente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi rasuna cantece-n urechi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Picurii reci cad peste pietre&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le incalzesc putin cu imbratisarea ce trece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-a ascuns iubirea si dorul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ramas despartirea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-a uscat trandafirul si norul…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isi ascunde privirea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Incotro sa privesc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doamne, ma pierd putin acum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am pecetluit ceva&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu ma mai intorc din drum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Strada straina ma priveste cu ochi sceptici&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa fac pasi inainte? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sau sa raman pe loc…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;e o strada cu sens unic, in fond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1298868097734239687?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1298868097734239687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1298868097734239687' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1298868097734239687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1298868097734239687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-moment-of-change.html' title='Just a moment of change'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YmQez662Rg/TrcLG_pyZKI/AAAAAAAAARI/L0urn7r9Y5k/s72-c/DSC02557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3862125256551952051</id><published>2011-11-03T21:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:44:41.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marian</title><content type='html'>Cand creez un personaj ma cam implic in viata lui si vreau sa iasa cum trebuie. Marian are 27 de ani. E casatorit cu Daria, dar nu e fericit. &lt;div&gt;Povestea lui? Pe scurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucreaza, sotia lui asteapta un copil, are un apartament simplu, dar nu isi doreste nimic din ce are. El o vrea inapoi pe Maria. Prima lui iubire, singura lui iubire. Maria a murit dintr-un motiv stupid. Marian crede ca moartea ei e vina lui. A incercat sa isi refaca viata cu Daria, a mers la un psiholog, a incercat chiar sa mearga la vreo biserica. Sa isi ceara iertare, sa indrepte lucrurile, dar nu o putea aduce inapoi pe Maria. El nu se putea ierta. O iubea prea mult si nu isi putea ierta cea mai mare greseala din viata lui. Iubirea lui Marian pentru Maria s-a transformat curand intr-o obsesie. Nu baga in seama pe nimeni. Nu avea prieteni. Acasa pentru el era o povara. Nu o vroia pe Daria, nu vroia copilul, nu isi mai dorea acea viata, era inutila daca in ea nu exista Maria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va incerca el oare in continuare sa isi revina sau o sa se piarda in gandurile lui fara limite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideea a venit de la Oana, de la un concurs ce mi l-a aratat ea pe &lt;a href="http://hyperliteratura.ro/concurs-de-proza-%E2%80%93-obsesii/"&gt;Hyperliteratura&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sper sa prind dead-line-ul si sa vad cum se termina :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3862125256551952051?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3862125256551952051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3862125256551952051' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3862125256551952051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3862125256551952051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/marian.html' title='Marian'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8929869070354660076</id><published>2011-11-03T01:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:04:00.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;C.S. Lewis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got that right! This quote suits me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8929869070354660076?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8929869070354660076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8929869070354660076' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8929869070354660076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8929869070354660076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/11/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3750839468654457515</id><published>2011-10-31T00:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:41:17.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>revolutionary!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Segoe UI', Frutiger, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(248, 248, 248); "&gt;Stii senzatia aia pe care o ai cand gasesti un citat, un verset, o vorba care te face sa vezi altfel viata? Faci ochii mari, nu mai respiri vreo 2 secunde, in cateva microsecunde multe parti din viata flash in front of your eyes si zambesti subtil pentru ca o sa te gandesti ca macar cateva zile o sa iti amintesti vorba aia. Sau poate reuseste sa devina motto in viata, who knows. Look what great word I found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Segoe UI', Frutiger, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(248, 248, 248); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Segoe UI', Frutiger, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(248, 248, 248); "&gt;"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass it's about learning how to dance in the rain."(Anonim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3750839468654457515?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3750839468654457515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3750839468654457515' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3750839468654457515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3750839468654457515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/revolutionary_31.html' title='revolutionary!!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1772413982349323254</id><published>2011-10-30T11:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:06:28.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ion Minulescu - Ecce homo</title><content type='html'>Cred ca multi se pot regasii in aceasta poezie. Poate li se potriveste doar un vers, poate toata poezia. Eu ma regaesc intr-o strofa, in strofa a doua :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); font-weight: bold; color: rgb(66, 40, 23); "&gt;Eu sunt o-mperechere de straniu&lt;br /&gt;Si comun,&lt;br /&gt;De aiurari de clopot&lt;br /&gt;Si framântari de clape -&lt;br /&gt;În suflet port tristetea planetelor ce-apun,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n cântece, tumultul caderilor de ape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o cadentare de bine&lt;br /&gt;Si de rau,&lt;br /&gt;De glasuri razvratite&lt;br /&gt;Si resemnari târzii -&lt;br /&gt;În gesturi port sfidarea a tot ce-i Dumnezeu,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n visuri, majestatea solarei agonii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o-ncrucisare de harfe&lt;br /&gt;Si trompete,&lt;br /&gt;De lenese pavane&lt;br /&gt;Si repezi farandole -&lt;br /&gt;În lacrimi port minciuna tacutelor regrete,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n râs, impertinenta sonorelor mandole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o armonie de proza&lt;br /&gt;Si de vers,&lt;br /&gt;De crime&lt;br /&gt;Si idile,&lt;br /&gt;De arta&lt;br /&gt;Si eres -&lt;br /&gt;În craniu port Imensul, stapân pe Univers,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n vers, vointa celui din urma Ne'nteles!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; background-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1772413982349323254?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1772413982349323254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1772413982349323254' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1772413982349323254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1772413982349323254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/ion-minulescu-ecce-homo.html' title='Ion Minulescu - Ecce homo'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-9143499625284221648</id><published>2011-10-29T01:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:16:33.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremurul</title><content type='html'>Oamenii sunt un pumn de ganduri &lt;div&gt;Si un ghem de inima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vor sa zboare departe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fara aripi atasate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milioane de ganduri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zboara zilnic spre ceruri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care isi gasesc raspunsuri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inima riposteaza si ea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simte, traieste, aspira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innoada sentimente-n manunchiuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inunda sufletul cu simtire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem un ghem de inima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-un pumn de ganduri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-ntindem mana spre necunoscut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne construim aripa ce zboara spre cer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din ratiune si sentiment efemer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-9143499625284221648?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9143499625284221648/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=9143499625284221648' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9143499625284221648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9143499625284221648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/tremurul.html' title='Tremurul'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-9089727716873160925</id><published>2011-10-20T23:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:07:32.151+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astazi am fost nemultumita. am fost irascibila si nervoasa. vroiam sa fug de oameni. vroiam sa ma ascund. si, in seara asta am vorbit cu fratele meu. mi-a zis o fraza pe care o uitasem : "bucura-te de timpul liber pe care il ai acum, cand o sa incepi sa lucrezi o sa tanjesti dupe el si nu o sa il mai ai".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, mi-a redat acea bucurie de care aveam nevoie. Am primit timpul asta de la Domnul si tot ce fac e sa fiu nemultumita si sa vad partile negative? Nope! I will try to enjoy this time as long as I have it! All we have comes from the Lord, so we might as well enjoy the time He gives us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So free time, here I come! If someone cares to join I'm available :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. ma tot gandeam de ce i-am pus earmuffs la blog...well "just stop and listen to the silence" should be a motto for the next couple of days. And if we extend this, listen to the motion around, to the people, to the riot of nature, try to understand it and enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-9089727716873160925?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9089727716873160925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=9089727716873160925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9089727716873160925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9089727716873160925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/astazi-am-fost-nemultumita.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1670473186659528019</id><published>2011-10-15T00:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:52:18.242+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_OxhVruXZg/TpiuImVau_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/zyjj3x6MP68/s1600/DSC05628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 43px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_OxhVruXZg/TpiuImVau_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/zyjj3x6MP68/s200/DSC05628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663467994170964978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu stii ca-n ochii tai se vede infinitul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puterea zorilor de-a rasarii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In tine vad acum sfarsitul...urii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar si-nceputul de-a iubi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu esti imbratisarea valurilor spumegand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si zborul fulgilor in vant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti de o bunatate care ma inspira si esti o puternica! Multumesc Domnului ca mi te-a dat ca sora! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu dedicatie speciala pentru Andreea(barbatie, curaj) Elena(raza de soare) Mazaroaei. Ti se potriveste foarte bine numele! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1670473186659528019?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1670473186659528019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1670473186659528019' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1670473186659528019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1670473186659528019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/sisterhood.html' title='Sisterhood!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_OxhVruXZg/TpiuImVau_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/zyjj3x6MP68/s72-c/DSC05628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5387137194585727886</id><published>2011-10-13T23:17:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:26:47.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Josefin Sans'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(250, 250, 250); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Si aruncati asupra Lui toate ingrijorarile voastre, caci El Insusi ingrijeste de voi" 1 Petru 5:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta e versetul care imi apare de ieri pe blog. Si are dreptate. Stii senzatia aia dianintea unui examen cand ai impresia ca ai uitat tot ce ai invatat? Well...I have it again!! Dar de data asta pentru examenul de sofer! Si sunt asa impacientata si asa nelinistita si cand vad versetul asta stiu ca, intr-un fel sau altul, printr-o intamplare sau prin alta, Domnul l-a pus acolo sa il vad si sa imi amintesc ca El e in control. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, fie ce o fi, merg inainte! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5387137194585727886?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5387137194585727886/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5387137194585727886' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5387137194585727886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5387137194585727886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-aruncati-asupra-lui-toate.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3803757823888676518</id><published>2011-10-13T00:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:27:56.180+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is shrinking!!</title><content type='html'>Sunt tot timpul asa de uimita cum se cunosc oameni, pe care eu ii cunosc din locuri total diferite, intre ei. Nu stiu de ce ma uimeste tot timpul lucrul asta, dar mi se pare ceva incredibil. Am impresia cateodata ca lumea e asa mica si brusc totul pare ca se leaga cu toate. Poate ca nu are sens ce spun, dar parca, la un moment dat, toata lumea s-a vazut cu toata lumea care exista pe pamant. Stiu ca e un paradox, dar eu cred acest lucru posibil. Toata lumea calatoreste, comunica, face cunostinta cu cineva, undeva. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi nu o sa stim niciodata cum e mersul lucrurilor cu adevarat. Chiar stau si ma gandesc cateodata ca Dumnezeu poate a mai creat oameni si pe alte planete. Deviez putin, dar oare e o idee atat de nastrusnica? Atat de imposibila? Oamenii si-au tot imaginat "extraterestrii" in toate felurile, dar daca chiar exista viata pe o alta planeta la fel de normala cum e cea de pe Pamant pentru noi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumnezeu e Dumnezeu si poate crea orice. Nu trag concluzii, doar spun ca poate e posibil. Imi plac cuvintele lui Pavel din 1Corinteni 13, "cunoastem in parte". Asta poate fi frustrant, dar si linistitor in acelasi timp. E foarte bine cat stim si cat ne-a fost dat sa vedem. E buna si dorinta sa stim mai multe, dar tot vom cunoste in parte pana vom ajunge Acasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi se pare asa spectaculos doar sa ma gandesc la cate vede Dumnezeu din locasul Sau. Ne vede cand stam jos si cand ne ridicam. Cand mergem la plimbare sau sa ne intalnim cu cineva. Ne vede gandurile, ne stie cele mai adanci visuri. In momentul asta El vede cum se naste un pui de caprioara in necunoscutul padurilor, dar vede si ce fac eu acasa la mine. Vede cum un barbat isi bate sotia, dar si cum un copil se naste sau cum un necunoscut ajuta pe saracul din coltul strazii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat e de maret Dumnezeul meu! Mi se pare incredibil cum ne-a pus pe toti la un moment dat, cu anumiti oameni si in anumite situatii. Ca noi sa ne intalnim odata unii cu altii si sa cream legaturi si prietenii sau doar sa schimbam un cuvant unul cu altul si apoi sa ne intalnim intamplator pe strada si sa ne gandim: "de unde cunosc acea persoana?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce interesant si complex poate fi tabloul pe care il vede Dumnezeu! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3803757823888676518?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3803757823888676518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3803757823888676518' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3803757823888676518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3803757823888676518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-is-shrinking.html' title='the world is shrinking!!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8266016201279126450</id><published>2011-10-08T00:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:55:51.741+03:00</updated><title type='text'>big ol' mean reality show</title><content type='html'>...sometimes you just see yourself in the mirror and wonder where did the old you go. You see your body older, your hair shorter or longer. You have glasses now, you travel a lot, you say hello to old friends on the street and just see the difference. I am a person that lives in the past a lot and if I don't get the missing feeling a lot, sometimes I really do miss stuff that happened in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old street, the old book, the things I never did pop into my mind. I have a romantic mood sometimes, I know, but I just wonder what if, how it all would have been and it's such a destroying thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to have your own dream world in which you can escape, but you will always have reality to come back to! That's a fact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8266016201279126450?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8266016201279126450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8266016201279126450' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8266016201279126450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8266016201279126450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-ol-mean-reality.html' title='big ol&apos; mean reality show'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-9077119056738403732</id><published>2011-09-26T00:39:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:21:45.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee stuff</title><content type='html'>Astazi am vazut Bee Movie. A really nice movie about bees :))&lt;div&gt;Am vrut sa ma uit ca sa mi se imbunatateasca putin parerea despre albine. Da, ele polenizeaza toate plantele si chiar am vazut un citat scris odata care zicea ca "omenirii i-ar mai ramane 4 ani ani de trait daca ar disparea albinele" (Einstein). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Povestea mea cu albinele? Well, am fobie de ele!! Strig cat ma tin plamanii cand vad o albina ca se apropie si, pe langa asta, mai sunt si alergica la ele. So, in real life, chiar nu m-as apropia de o albina sa vad daca vorbeste sau sa bat palma cu ea....oh nooo! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totusi, imi place imaginatia celor de la DreamWorks de a face un filmulet cu albinute care se imprietenesc cu oamenii si vorbesc si chiar dau in judecata omenirea pentru ca a furat mierea de la ele. E cute si funny si il recomand! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8jnMdWESoVg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-9077119056738403732?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9077119056738403732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=9077119056738403732' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9077119056738403732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9077119056738403732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/09/bee-stuff_26.html' title='Bee stuff'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8jnMdWESoVg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4894954063860584190</id><published>2011-09-21T16:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:45:29.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A penny for my thoughts</title><content type='html'>Patru pereti sunt prea mult pentru mine si mi se pare ca expresia "cutie de chibrite" se potriveste blocurilor de apartamente. Am zile cand simt ca gandurile mi se prea ingramadesc in cap si in incercarea mea de a le da drumul spre necunoscut se lovesc de tavan si revin in capul meu. I feel cluttered!! &lt;div&gt;So...ma gandeam sa imi iau cartea si sa ies pe o banca sa citesc. Profit de vremea calda inca si pornesc spre o bancuta parasita de zgomot si agitatie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book? Deocamdata "Emma" de Jane Austen pentru ca am imprumutat-o de la bibilioteca si pentru ca, intr-un fel sau altul, imi place stitlul lui Jane Austen. Pana trec la Cehov, din nou, ma mai bucur de povesti funny si romantice in acelasi timp :) Fac sa treaca momentele cu gust si povestile lui Jane Austen nu sunt niciodata prea siropoase sau pline de inutilitati. Sunt ingenioase, distractive, sarcastice si iti trezesc simtul de a citi pana nu mai poti! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4894954063860584190?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4894954063860584190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4894954063860584190' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4894954063860584190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4894954063860584190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/09/penny-for-my-thoughts.html' title='A penny for my thoughts'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-98767663052026719</id><published>2011-09-13T22:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:51:58.745+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>In a slightly romantic mood, in a slightly over dropped moment I found this song. &lt;div&gt;It characterizes a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says the whole story. Few words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings the conclusion :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OKygDoeIJBc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-98767663052026719?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/98767663052026719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=98767663052026719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/98767663052026719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/98767663052026719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To whom it may concern'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OKygDoeIJBc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8310039446027936930</id><published>2011-09-06T23:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:42:21.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor de lucruri ce le-am pierdut si de lucruri pe care inca nu le-am cunoscut!</title><content type='html'>Stau si ascult "Rains down in Africa" si rememorez momente, prietenii.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E asa ciudat cand stau si ma gandesc ce am facut anul trecut pe vremea asta. Asteptam sa inceapa facultatea fara mare chef. Acum ma lupt sa am chef sa fac lucrurile bine si sa ma bucur de ceea ce fac. Acum astept sa inceapa un moment care se pare ca se lasa asteptat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e dor de prieteni. Ma simt ca un tren care opreste in diferite gari si nu mai stie cand sa se retraga in depou. Am mai tot facut comparatia asta, alte comparatii?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma simt ca un nor care viziteaza tot alt oras. Face cunostinta cu asfaltul, cladirile, umbrela rosie deschisa de langa magazinul de paine, rotile masinii de familie ce opreste la stop, firele de iarba din gradina bunicii si acoperisul casei din colt prin picurii pe care ii lasa in urma. Dar faza e ca picurii se usca si norul viziteaza alte fete necunoscute, alte acoperisuri, alti pantofi pierduti in balti si alte banci goale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't seem to settle so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum astept si parca mi asa greu sa fac asta. Sa tot trag de fraie si sa stau locului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e dor de lucruri ce le-am pierdut si de lucruri pe care inca nu le-am cunoscut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu sa explic sentimentul. E o amestecatura ciudata, necunoscuta inca. Mi-e dor de momente uitate cu prieteni uitati de vreme. Mi-e dor de cafele in cafenele prafuite si de poezi neterminate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e dor de cerneala prea uscata si de foile care inca nu s-au fabricat. Mi-e dor de ploaia de azi dimineata si astept cu nerabdare picurii care o sa cada joi. Nu joia asta, ci o oarecare joi dintr-un oarecare an si dintr-un oarecare loc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si mie dor de tine! Persoana necunoscuta care o sa apari in viata mea intr-o oarecare situatie, intr-un oarecare moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8310039446027936930?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8310039446027936930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8310039446027936930' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8310039446027936930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8310039446027936930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-e-dor-de-lucruri-ce-le-am-pierdut-si.html' title='Mi-e dor de lucruri ce le-am pierdut si de lucruri pe care inca nu le-am cunoscut!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7905008075935353493</id><published>2011-08-16T16:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:26:46.235+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugaciune. de Octavian Goga</title><content type='html'>Recent am mers intr-un sat unde am ajutat niste oameni. Noi o numim "misiune". Ajutam oamenii si le aratam ca nu o religie ii mantuieste ci Dumnezeu Insusi. Si ca acolo sus in cer Dumnezeu nu e interesat de urmarea unor ritualuri ci de inima cu care facem lucrurile. &lt;div&gt;Am gasit ieri o poezie care, intr-un fel sau altul, in unele versuri, exprima starea sufletului meu. O poezie care imi aminteste de oamenii de acolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; background-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(66, 40, 23); "&gt;Ratacitor, cu ochii tulburi,&lt;br /&gt;Cu trupul istovit de cale,&lt;br /&gt;Eu cad neputincios, stapâne,&lt;br /&gt;În fata stralucirii tale.&lt;br /&gt;În drum mi se desfac prapastii,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n negura se-mbraca zarea,&lt;br /&gt;Eu în genunchi spre tine caut:&lt;br /&gt;Parinte, -orânduie-mi cararea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În pieptul zbuciumat de doruri&lt;br /&gt;Eu simt ispitele cum sapa,&lt;br /&gt;Cum vor sa-mi tulbure izvorul&lt;br /&gt;Din care sufletul s-adapa.&lt;br /&gt;Din valul lumii lor ma smulge&lt;br /&gt;Si cu povata ta-nteleapta,&lt;br /&gt;În veci spre cei ramasi în urma,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, Doamne, vazul meu îndreapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezleaga mintii mele taina&lt;br /&gt;Si legea farmecelor firii,&lt;br /&gt;Sadeste-n bratul meu de-a pururi&lt;br /&gt;Taria urii si-a iubirii.&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi cântecul si da-mi lumina&lt;br /&gt;Si zvonul firii-ndragostite,&lt;br /&gt;Da-i raza soarelui de vara&lt;br /&gt;Pleoapei mele ostenite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunga patimile mele,&lt;br /&gt;Pe veci strigarea lor o frânge,&lt;br /&gt;Si de durerea altor inimi&lt;br /&gt;Învata-ma pe mine-a plânge.&lt;br /&gt;Nu rostul meu, de-a pururi prada&lt;br /&gt;Ursitei mastere si rele,&lt;br /&gt;Ci jalea unei lumi, parinte,&lt;br /&gt;Sa plânga-n lacrimile mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi tot amarul, toata truda&lt;br /&gt;Atâtor doruri fara leacuri,&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi viforul în care urla&lt;br /&gt;Si gem robiile de veacuri.&lt;br /&gt;De mult gem umilitii-n umbra,&lt;br /&gt;Cu umeri gârbovi de povara...&lt;br /&gt;Durerea lor înfricosata&lt;br /&gt;În inima tu mi-o coboara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În suflet seamana-mi furtuna,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-l simt în matca-i cum se zbate,&lt;br /&gt;Cum tot amarul se revarsa&lt;br /&gt;Pe strunele înfiorate;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum sub bolta lui aprinsa,&lt;br /&gt;În smalt de fulgere albastre,&lt;br /&gt;Încheaga-si glasul de arama:&lt;br /&gt;Cântarea patimirii noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7905008075935353493?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7905008075935353493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7905008075935353493' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7905008075935353493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7905008075935353493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/08/rugaciune-de-octavian-goga.html' title='Rugaciune. de Octavian Goga'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7021735700593174437</id><published>2011-04-30T01:02:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:06:22.862+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indrazneala!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poate sunt putin cam indrazneata sa afirm un lucru dar..."daca as fi fost ateu i-as fi considerat mai repede bufoni pe cei care cred in oameni, statui, plante sau animale ca dumnezei decat pe cei care cred intr-un Dumnezeu nevazut!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Afirm lucrul acesta pentru ca mi se pare o absurditate ca unii oameni cred ca au evoluat din maimuta, ca pestii, vacile sau broastele sunt dumnezei sau ca o statuie ii poate salva de la moarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fara sa fiu mandra, in vreun fel, cred ca omul este coroana creatiunii! Biblia ne spune ca am fost facuti cu putin mai jos decat ingerii, ca atunci cand Dumnezeu ne-a creat am fost numiti ca fiind ceva bun! Mi se pare mult mai plauzibil sa cred ca Dumnezeul nevazut s-a folosit de nimic sa ne creeze decat ca am evoluat din maimute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ni s-a dat ratiune, putere de decizie si, clar, credem in ceea ce consideram ca e bun pentru noi. Dar, intrebarea mea e, nu e oare mai comod pentru noi oamenii sa credem in ceva ce pare plauzibil, palpabil decat sa credem intr-un Dumnezeu nevazut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ne e mult mai comod sa credem intr-un dumnezeu faurit de mintea noastra pentru ca ii putem inventa o poveste. Stim de unde incepe existenta lui si stim unde se termina. Stim prin ce a trecut in timpul vietii, stim cum a ajuns sa fie dumnezeu pentru noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dar e mult mai greu pentru noi sa credem in Dumnezeu. In primul rand nu stim de cand exista Dumnezeu si ne intra greu in minte raspunsul-concept "dintotdeauna". Mintea noastra greoaie faureste palpabilul pentru ca ii este greu sa creada in concepte ce nu le poate cuprinde. Gandirea noastra e limitata si omul recunoaste asta cu greu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Si in al doilea rand nu il vedem. Nu avem statui gigantice, tablouri, gablonturi sau simboluri batatoare la ochi ca sa dovedim existenta Lui. In aparenta, credinta e bazata pe lucruri "absurde": o cruce, un Dumnezeu intrupat ca om, o moarte mai ciudata, o inviere si mii de adepti fanatici care cred in minuni si intr-o Mana nevazuta ce tine totul sub control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dumnezeu spune in Biblie ca toate lucrurile au fost puse in grija noastra. Trebuie sa ingrijim pamantul, animalele, apa, tot ce ne inconjoara. Toate aceste lucruri sunt ale lui Dumnezeu. Nu ne-a spus niciodata sa ne inchinam lor pentru ca, intr-un fel sau altul, au control asupra vietii, mortii si chiar vietii de dupa moarte. Nu! Biblia spune sa nu iubim alti dumnezei mai mult decat pe Dumnezeu si, cel mai important, sa nu ne facem alti dumnezei. El are toate lucrurile sub control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Si inca ceva. In Geneza, spune asa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="verset-28" nowrap="" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Dumnezeu a făcut pe om după chipul Său, l-a făcut după chipul lui Dumnezeu; parte bărbătească şi parte femeiască i-a făcut. &lt;/span&gt;Dumnezeu i-a binecuvântat şi Dumnezeu le-a zis: „Creşteţi, înmulţiţi-vă, umpleţi pământul şi supuneţi-l; şi stăpâniţi peste peştii mării, peste păsările cerului şi peste orice vieţuitoare care se mişcă pe pământ.”(Geneza 1:27, 28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Noi, oamenii am fost pusi sa stapanim peste aceste lucruri nu sa credem ca ele stapanesc peste noi. Noi, in schimb, ni le facem dumnezei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;De ce ne complicam existenta inventand tot felul de povesti in jurul unor dumnezei imaginari(=inventati de mintea noastra, fictivi, nereali) cand Dumnezeul cel adevarat ni s-a descoperit si ne-a dat posibilitatea sa ajungem in cer unde o sa intelegem totul pe deplin? In cer, unde mintea noastra o sa priceapa toate lucrurile, o sa priceapa adevarul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;De ce ne complicam cand adevarul e atat de simplu explicat? De ce ne complicam cand adevarul ne e la indemana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;(cam atat, ca incep alta discutie daca continui :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Si un comentariu primit ca o concluzie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="versetText" style="text-align: justify;padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;andreeya85: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;Probabil ca este mai simplu sa ai astfel de dumnezei pentru ca ei nu ti dau masca jos, nu te incomodeaza bagandu-se in viata ta. Cred ca oamenii prefera sa se inchine la statui, sa respecte traditiile decat sa stea fata in fata cu Dumnezeul adevarat si sa-L lase in viata lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7021735700593174437?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7021735700593174437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7021735700593174437' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7021735700593174437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7021735700593174437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/04/indrazneala.html' title='Indrazneala!!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5832202585079714158</id><published>2011-04-02T23:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:50:02.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith outruns understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cred in Dumnezeu pentru ca: mi-a soptit pe cine sa ajut cand cineva chiar cerea ajutor, fara ca eu sa stiu dar El stia. M-a uimit prin asta si am realizat ca El e real orice mi-ar spune scepticii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cred in El pentru ca mereu mi-a fost cetate de scapare cand nu aveam unde sa alerg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cred in El pentru ca mereu a fost aproape de mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunt putine argumente clare pentru care cred dar macar le am pe astea. Si daca nu exista, puteau oamenii sa tina o sarada numita religie cat vroiau ei pentru ca, la un moment dat, adevarul iesea la iveala, cum iasa orice minciuna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dar El exista pentru ca nici un om si nici o poveste inventata nu putea sa faca ceea ce a facut chiar El in viata mea. Mi de ajuns sa ma uit la cele trei argumente si sa inteleg ca El exista cu adevarat! Sa imi amintesc clar ca El mi-a schimbat viata si ca nu m-a lasat niciodata singura. Ca El isi tine promisiunile si ca ce zice Biblia despre El e adevarat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5832202585079714158?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5832202585079714158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5832202585079714158' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5832202585079714158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5832202585079714158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/04/faith-outruns-understanding.html' title='Faith outruns understanding'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4426574145290265178</id><published>2011-03-21T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:06:17.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau sa joc! de Lucian Blaga</title><content type='html'>[nu ma puteam abtine :D]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;O, vreau să joc, cum niciodată n-am jucat!&lt;br /&gt;Să nu se simtă Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;în mine&lt;br /&gt;un rob în temniţă - încătuşat.&lt;br /&gt;Pământule, dă-mi aripi:&lt;br /&gt;săgeată vreau să fiu, să spintec&lt;br /&gt;nemărginirea,&lt;br /&gt;să nu mai văd în preajmă decât cer,&lt;br /&gt;deasupra cer,&lt;br /&gt;şi cer sub mine -&lt;br /&gt;şi-aprins în valuri de lumină&lt;br /&gt;să joc&lt;br /&gt;străfulgerat de-avânturi nemaipomenite&lt;br /&gt;ca să răsufle liber Dumnezeu în mine,&lt;br /&gt;să nu cârtească:&lt;br /&gt;"Sunt rob în temniţă!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4426574145290265178?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4426574145290265178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4426574145290265178' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4426574145290265178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4426574145290265178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/03/vreau-sa-joc-de-lucian-blaga.html' title='Vreau sa joc! de Lucian Blaga'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4754141207317680828</id><published>2011-03-21T22:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:54:21.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E Ziua Internationala a Poeziei</title><content type='html'>A most wonderful day, chiar daca nu a fost prea frumos afara. M-am bucurat de insemnatatea ei. Am scris doua poezii. Am citit poezii agatate pe peretele bibliotecii. Am citit poezii. Daca altceva nu mi-a incantat ziua...this really made my day!&lt;div&gt;Impartasesc cel putin o poezie cu voi dar va invit sa cititi si altele. Deocamdata va recomand &lt;a href="http://www.romanianvoice.com/poezii/poeti/blaga.php"&gt;Blaga.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lauda suferinţei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;de Lucian Blaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atâţia dintre semeni nu prea ştiu&lt;br /&gt;ce să înceapă-n zori cu suferinţa.&lt;br /&gt;Ei nu-şi dau seama nici spre seară de prilejul&lt;br /&gt;chemat să-nalţe mersul, cunoştinţa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suferinţa poate fi întuneric, tăciune în inimă,&lt;br /&gt;pe frunţi albastru ger,&lt;br /&gt;pe coapsă ea poate fi pecete arsă cu fier,&lt;br /&gt;în bulgăre de ţărână&lt;br /&gt;o lacrimă sau sâmbure de cer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai calcă pe pământ&lt;br /&gt;cine calcă-n suferinţă.&lt;br /&gt;Ea schimbă la faţă argila, o schimbă în duh&lt;br /&gt;ce poate fi pipăit, duios, cu stiinţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tată, carele eşti şi vei fi,&lt;br /&gt;nu ne despoia, nu ne sărăci,&lt;br /&gt;nu alunga de pe tărâmuri orice suferinţă.&lt;br /&gt;Alungă pe aceea doar care destramă,&lt;br /&gt;dar nu pe-aceea care întăreşte&lt;br /&gt;fiinţa-ntru fiinţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fă ca semenii noştri,&lt;br /&gt;de la oameni la albine,&lt;br /&gt;de la-nvingători la biruiţi,&lt;br /&gt;de la-ncoronaţi la răstigniţi, să ia aminte&lt;br /&gt;că există pretutindeni şi această suferinţă,&lt;br /&gt;până astăzi şi de-acum înainte&lt;br /&gt;singura legătură între noi şi tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4754141207317680828?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4754141207317680828/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4754141207317680828' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4754141207317680828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4754141207317680828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-ziua-internationala-poeziei_4549.html' title='E Ziua Internationala a Poeziei'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8085889171151613553</id><published>2011-02-27T01:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:24:31.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ce imi place la iarna e ca atunci cand simti ca te sufoci poti sa iesi afara si sa respiri aerul rece. Te calmeaza, te face sa rationezi mai bine, te face sa te aduni. Daca ai binecuvantarea asta, te poti intoarce oricand la casa incalzita care te asteapta. Pana atunci te poti bucura de un creier limpede si de o discutie cu tine insuti, sau cu Dumnezeu, pe strada, fara teama ca cineva te va considera nebun. Pe frigul asta toti stau in casa! Nimeni nu te aude asa ca vorbeste! Trage aerul rece adanc in piept si cand simti ca incep sa te doara urechile, sa iti fie frig la spate si sa iti tremure picioarele du-te inauntru si bucura-te de o ciocolata calda!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar aerul asta vara nu il are.&lt;div&gt;M-am saturat sa aud oameni care viseaza la vara in mijlocul iernii. Enjoy winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va veni vara si vom sta la copt si ne vom sufoca cu praful ce se ridica la trecerea fiecarei masini. Vom deschide geamurile si vom respira aceeasi imbacseala. Nu vom avea unde sa fugim sa luam o gura de aer racoritor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm embracing winter with everything it has to offer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8085889171151613553?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8085889171151613553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8085889171151613553' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8085889171151613553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8085889171151613553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/02/ce-imi-place-la-iarna-e-ca-atunci-cand.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2747379366979523921</id><published>2011-02-20T23:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:03:49.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OghTP8cl5s/TWGPu3afsoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8xtQMrHV_NA/s1600/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OghTP8cl5s/TWGPu3afsoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8xtQMrHV_NA/s200/thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575895848973218434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt o visatoare si nu pot renunta la asta. I`m like addicted si am impresia mereu ca nu sunt din lumea asta. Wonder why? pentru ca sunt addicted to dreams si traiesc in ele?sau?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maine ma duc cu trenul. abia astept sa vina din nou acele ore care sa treaca pe langa mine si pur si simplu sa innebunesc de cate gaduri o sa imi treaca prin cap...si sa citesc o carte :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2747379366979523921?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2747379366979523921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2747379366979523921' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2747379366979523921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2747379366979523921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunt-o-visatoare-si-nu-pot-renunta-la.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OghTP8cl5s/TWGPu3afsoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8xtQMrHV_NA/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8673574958415879567</id><published>2011-02-05T21:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:28:20.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilaria</title><content type='html'>Cred ca o sa revin asupra acestui subiect on and on pentru ca e o perioada importanta din viata mea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca daca oamenii uita sa fie copii, uita sa traiasca cu adevarat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca oamenii uita sa fie copii, uita sa iubeasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca oamenii uita sa fie copii, uita ce e mai importanta in viata: sa ii aprecieze pe cei de langa ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uita sa contempleze detaliile, sa dea o mana de ajutor. Se scurge omenia din ei si uita sa mai vorbeasca sau sa mai impartaseasca un zambet care nu a fost cerut. Uita pur si simplu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu se mai bucura cum se bucurau odata. Nu mai simt cu simteau odata. Nu se mai comporta cu cei din jur cum sa comportau odata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca oamenii uita sa fie copii nu mai sunt oameni. Sunt niste fiinte anonime care umbla pe doua picioare si trec prin viata ca si cand ar vrea sa scape de tot ce exista pe pamant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesant lucru ii ca Dumnezeu ne invata sa fim copii din nou si cateodata ne trebuie o doza buna de copilarie ca sa ne revenim din delirul nostru pe care il numim cordial "viata": ne trezim morocanosi zi de zi cu gandul "iara trebuie sa mai traiesc inca o zi!!", mergem la servici si incercam sa scapam subtil de oricine cu un zambet prefacut si stand in spatele unei cafele si a unui calculator...si asa mai departe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca oamenii uita cum sa fie copii oamenii aia au ratat ce ii mai fain in viata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8673574958415879567?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8673574958415879567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8673574958415879567' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8673574958415879567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8673574958415879567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/02/copilaria.html' title='Copilaria'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6544949108117188299</id><published>2011-01-31T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:56:52.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TUch1xQ8iiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RWK58oMWWAE/s1600/DSC08039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TUch1xQ8iiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RWK58oMWWAE/s200/DSC08039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568456671908104738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-am gasit intr-un buzunar vechi&lt;div&gt;Nu-mi dadeai pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te scoteam afara, te-ntorceam pe toate partile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le aratam altora ce-am gasit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagam mana in buzunar: te gaseam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi cautam telefonul: te gaseam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasfoiam o carte: te gaseam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma uitam la tine: imi aminteam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te puneam semn de carte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te vedeam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te-am rascolit, te-am invartit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si te pierdusem intr-o zi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-am luat geanta si-am iesit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eram fericita, ma uitam la copii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand am bagat mana-n geanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai aparut pierdut in lumea noastra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu credeam c-ai sa revii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasaport spre realitate, joaca nevinovata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piatra in papuc, si curea ce strangi prea tare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au, ma doare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inceteaza sa mai apari in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca un vis ce l-am visat maine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te-am gasit intr-o carte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erai pe jumatate rupt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Du-te de mine departe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naluca urata de lut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curand n-o sa te mai vad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sa vreau sa te-arunc! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6544949108117188299?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6544949108117188299/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6544949108117188299' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6544949108117188299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6544949108117188299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/tu.html' title='TU'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TUch1xQ8iiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RWK58oMWWAE/s72-c/DSC08039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7821024140375474586</id><published>2011-01-04T23:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:27:31.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zapada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TSOQu_yBiJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7GEaI5xydLw/s1600/DSC06312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TSOQu_yBiJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7GEaI5xydLw/s200/DSC06312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558445502174955666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa cada&lt;br /&gt;Cate-umpic&lt;br /&gt;Cate un fulg ramolit&lt;br /&gt;De vant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulg cu fulg&lt;br /&gt;Fulg cu fulg&lt;br /&gt;Sa umple golul din mine&lt;br /&gt;De frumusete fara grai&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma faca sa zambesc cand vad copaci satui de plini ce sunt&lt;br /&gt;Tufisuri grase de zapada&lt;br /&gt;Bulgari cum zboara-nspre masini&lt;br /&gt;Domnite cum aluneca pe strada&lt;br /&gt;Sa rad din nou ca un copil&lt;br /&gt;Cu o bucurie neexplicata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce bucurie ca existi zapada&lt;br /&gt;Si ce frumos ca ai un nume:&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7821024140375474586?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7821024140375474586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7821024140375474586' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7821024140375474586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7821024140375474586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/zapada.html' title='zapada'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TSOQu_yBiJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7GEaI5xydLw/s72-c/DSC06312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5293848757507070919</id><published>2010-12-17T14:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:03:27.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri</title><content type='html'>Ce sa mai gandesc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rauri de ganduri imi trec prin minte. Nu am chef de licenta. Vreau ca scoala sa se intinda la infinit, sa tot trec prin scoala, sa tot simt ca vine sesiunea. M-as duce sa cutreier strazi si sa ma gandesc la tot ce am de facut pe viitor. Am nevoie de o pauza de la realitate. Daca nu ar fi asa frig afara...Azi e o zi cam pierduta...Ninge!! M-as plimba prin zapada daca as avea cizme...mama ma tot bate la cap sa imi cumpar. Nu imi place sa fac cumparaturi. Nu am chef sa vorbesc cu nimeni...poate deasta scriu pe blog. Mi greu sa imi iau un pix sa scriu doar pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ma plang prea mult. plec!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5293848757507070919?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5293848757507070919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5293848757507070919' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5293848757507070919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5293848757507070919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/12/ganduri.html' title='ganduri'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3284353421732604160</id><published>2010-10-05T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:40:47.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trăiesc parcă o anomalie&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să fie totul ca o poezie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fac lucruri zi de zi la fel&lt;br /&gt;Şi la finalul zilei mă cam macină gândul&lt;br /&gt;Dacă aş fi putut azi face mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;Parcă golul ce îl simt în fiecare seară&lt;br /&gt;Mă lasă şi mai şi mai goală&lt;br /&gt;Nu ştiu de ce mereu încrunt fruntea&lt;br /&gt;Ca şi când nu am făcut ceva&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce? Mă întreabă gândul mereu…&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce? De unde să ştiu eu; &lt;br /&gt;să-ţi răspund?&lt;br /&gt;Mă simt legată la mâini şi la picioare&lt;br /&gt;Cu o patură moale, moale&lt;br /&gt;Mă lasă gândul să îmi fac de cap&lt;br /&gt;Mă lasă totul, parcă aş avea trac&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum părul se desface încet&lt;br /&gt;Calculatorul scoate sunete domoale&lt;br /&gt;Întunericul împinge camera în care stau intr-o găoace&lt;br /&gt;Dar când L-am scos din ecuaţie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu poate fi scos!&lt;br /&gt;Faci o prostie tu minte bolnavă&lt;br /&gt;Nu te lupta să ştii şi să poţi&lt;br /&gt;Că o sa îţi fie luată şi ultima fărâmă lăsată&lt;br /&gt;Te scoti singur din joc neştiind ce să faci &lt;br /&gt;Şi te lupţi inutil cu lumea&lt;br /&gt;Încerci să arăţi că tu poţi să împaci&lt;br /&gt;Întunericul cu lumina&lt;br /&gt;Inutil, inutil, de încerci tu cu gri&lt;br /&gt;Să desfaci misterele de neştiut&lt;br /&gt;Mergi spre Lumină &lt;br /&gt;Şi ai să ştii &lt;br /&gt;Ce ai de făcut!!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2306572633795533096</id><published>2010-09-02T16:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:49:39.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea, as strange-n brate rasaritul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa-i simt caldura pe care vantul n-o mai aduce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea...as sta tolanita toata ziua in pat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa simt imbratisarea ce n-am mai primit-o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea as trimite un zambet pe vant la oricine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa simt ca se stinge dorul din mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa simt ca dragostea ma-nvaluie iara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa simt ca nu-i toamna ci ca iarasi e vara!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea, as pluti pe un nor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa vad cum picuri de ploaie cad pe strada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea, as reaprinde focul  de altadata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce zvacnea sa iubeasca si sa sara-n ajutor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea as plange pentru o mireasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si m-as bucura pentru un mort ce merge-acasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea mi-as defini dragostea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce sta-nvechita de-ani de zile-n mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dac-as putea as re-nvia eternul visator&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As face realitatea mai calduta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As construi aripi sa zbor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As da fiecaruia o sansa la o alegere mai buna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5570124978022903299</id><published>2010-08-20T18:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:40:44.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi se pare interesant cum Dumnezeu poate iubi atat! Iubirea Lui ii ca marea a carei orizont nu il vezi sau ca cerul al carui capat nu-l cunosti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JX3fXRVai0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JX3fXRVai0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5570124978022903299?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5570124978022903299/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5570124978022903299' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5570124978022903299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5570124978022903299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-se-pare-interesant-cum-dumnezeu.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6722473990944482072</id><published>2010-08-18T19:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:10:57.535+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ma gandeam...</title><content type='html'>Ma gandeam acum ce sa scriu si pot sa zic doar: lucrurile se misca!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pot sa spun ca pagini au fost intoarse, benzina consumata, inca o data vantul prin par, inca o data am gafait de cald, inca o data m-au durut mainile, peretele e vopsit mov, unele relatii au fost restabilite...lucrurile se misca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6722473990944482072?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6722473990944482072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6722473990944482072' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6722473990944482072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6722473990944482072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/08/ma-gandeam.html' title='ma gandeam...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4594483778792197414</id><published>2010-07-27T16:22:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:27:07.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>traveling through life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TE7ihF2_SHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Qq8l2tCS4Wk/s1600/train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498581253202331762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TE7ihF2_SHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Qq8l2tCS4Wk/s320/train1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca nu a devenit cliseu sa spun ca viata e o calatorie cu trenul...dar e una sa iti imaginezi ca zi de zi mergi intr-un tren care are statii si ca in fiecare statie o sa se schimbe ceva si alta e ca literalmente sa mergi cu trenul aproape zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa e vara mea: trains, trains, trains. Daca as putea sa iau cate ceva din fiecare gara experienta calatoriilor mele ar fi mai carnala, mai adevarata dar eu trec de la o statie la alta amintindu-mi doar cum se cheama statia, vazand mii de povesti ale oamenilor ce asteapta in gara. Sunt umpluta de sunetul sinelor care scartaie la fiecare oprire, de povestile a doi batrani care merg in statiune, a unei studente ce a teminat cu bine inca un an sau de certurile a doi indragostiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa scap de aglomeratie si caut un compartiment gol. Trec de primul vagon, de al doilea si iata compartimentul meu gol. Ma asez la geam si imi scot cartea din geanta. Nu o deschid pentru ca uitandu-ma pe geam cad in gandurile mele...Ce e viata asta?, imi spun, si incerc parca sa imi raspund la cele mei grele intrebari la care nimeni nu a gasit vreodata raspuns. Ma gandesc cum nimeni nu ma asteapta la gara si cum vasele iara o sa ma astepte murdare in chiuveta. Imi vine in cap o schema cu toate lucrurile ce trebuie sa le fac saptamana asta si inchid ochii imaginandu-mi ca mai bine dorm o saptamana ca sa uit de toti si de toate din jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa rasfoiesc putin cartea...Hai sa vad ce muzica mai am in player. Oricum mai am doua ore de ganduri, privelisti vazute pe geamul in miscare si citit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzica imi canta in casti si cuvintele de pe cartea din fata mea parca zboara cand dau pagina cu pagina. Inca o carte calatoare citita in tren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respir adanc si zambesc. Uite si statia mea! Iarasi iau bagajul greu in spate si ma indrept spre iesire. Simt vantul care imi bate in fata din cauza geamului deschis, mirosul "imbatator" de la toaleta si o gramada de oameni care nu au rabdare. Fiecare cauta sa iasa in graba nestiind ca asta e ultima statie si poate ultima data cand mai iau trenul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodia din player:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4594483778792197414?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4594483778792197414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4594483778792197414' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4594483778792197414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4594483778792197414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/07/traveling-through-life.html' title='traveling through life'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/TE7ihF2_SHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Qq8l2tCS4Wk/s72-c/train1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2288741081178780234</id><published>2010-05-18T14:16:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:23:42.587+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invite!!</title><content type='html'>daca esti din Timisoara(sau treci prin Timisoara in datele astea) si vrei sa participi, esti invitat cu mare drag la urmatoarele doua evenimente. Esti rugat sa iti aduci cati mai multi prieteni :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/S_J4Ti-pkHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NAJEAZb-01M/s1600/GARAGE%2BSALE%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/S_J4Ti-pkHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NAJEAZb-01M/s320/GARAGE%2BSALE%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472568774410997874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/S_J4QK0xc4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fa0wI6hdGAY/s1600/afis%2BFOTBAL%2BAFRIKA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/S_J4QK0xc4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fa0wI6hdGAY/s320/afis%2BFOTBAL%2BAFRIKA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472568716387513218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2288741081178780234?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2288741081178780234/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2288741081178780234' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2288741081178780234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2288741081178780234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/05/invite.html' title='Invite!!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/S_J4Ti-pkHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NAJEAZb-01M/s72-c/GARAGE%2BSALE%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4954382095309358468</id><published>2010-05-14T01:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:10:16.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No`1 quote for now :</title><content type='html'>"You can complain roses have thorns, or you can rejoice that thorns have roses!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says it all. Perspective counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4954382095309358468?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4954382095309358468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4954382095309358468' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4954382095309358468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4954382095309358468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/05/no1-quote-for-now.html' title='No`1 quote for now :'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8111310952638481774</id><published>2010-05-11T00:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:30:40.238+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"They say the greatest mistake is giving up, that true strenght lies in the will to keep trying. Keep hoping things will get better, keep reminding yourself of all you`ve accomplished, keep everything in perspective, keep up the fight! Because at the end of the day that`s what you`re left with: the knowledge that you did your best and that you`ll wake up tomorrow and try again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8111310952638481774?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8111310952638481774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8111310952638481774' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8111310952638481774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8111310952638481774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-say-greatest-mistake-is-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7969277646080956371</id><published>2010-04-17T23:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:51:21.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fericire in constructie!</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca vreau sa impletesc intr-un mod foarte amical ratiunea cu sentimentul, m-am invatat sa scriu cu penelul inainte sa ating claviatura rece...&lt;div&gt;Da, titlul zice tare bine. Trebuie sa invat din nou ce inseamna fericirea. Nu vi se pare ca noi oamenii uitam asta adesea? Ne trezim ca vrem sa stim cum se rezolva o ecuatie de gradul doi fara ca noi sa ne fi uitat cum se face tabla inmultirii....what a pity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De obicei tot ce fac e un pas maaare spre un scop pe care vreau sa il ating si uit sa privesc peste ce trec. Ajung frustrata ca nu am reusit sa fac pasul asta din prima si ma ascund in cutia mea de frica. Ei bine...poate o sa imi ia o viata sa invat asta, dar invat ca viata e compusa din pasi mici. E greu...nimeni nu a zis ca viata ii presarata cu petale de trandafiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am reusit sa regasesc partea intelectuala din mine dar sentimentele le-am aruncat intr-un cos de gunoi de pe strada. Am crezut ca daca nu mai simt nu o sa mai fiu ranita dar am ajuns sa ii ranesc pe altii in schimb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trebuie sa accept anumite adevaruri: o sa mai cad de multe ori, o sa ma murdaresc tit de atatea ori, dar o sa ma ridic tot de atatea ori!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca amortind in mocirla in care am cazut, viata a trecut pe langa mine nestingherita...dar eu trebuie sa invat sa o trag de coada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bucura-te de lucruri mici!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one else can feel it for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfd-N96DaBY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfd-N96DaBY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7969277646080956371?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7969277646080956371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7969277646080956371' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7969277646080956371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7969277646080956371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/04/fericire-in-constructie.html' title='fericire in constructie!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3292125302745154858</id><published>2010-04-15T12:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:47:15.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupta vietii, de George Cosbuc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="poem"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Copiii nu-nţeleg ce vor:&lt;br /&gt;A plânge-i cuminţia lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar lucrul cel mai laş în lume&lt;br /&gt;E un bărbat tânguitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu-i mai de râs ca plânsul&lt;br /&gt;În ochii unui luptător.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luptă-i viaţa; deci te luptă&lt;br /&gt;Cu dragoste de ea, cu dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe seama cui? Eşti un nemernic&lt;br /&gt;Când n-ai un ţel hotărâtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai pe-ai tăi! De n-ai pe nimeni,&lt;br /&gt;Te lupţi pe seama tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tragedie nălţătoare&lt;br /&gt;Când, biruiţi, oştenii mor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sunt eroi de epopee&lt;br /&gt;Când braţul li-e biruitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comediant e cel ce plânge,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-i un neom, că-i dezertor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricare-ar fi sfârşitul luptei,&lt;br /&gt;Să stai luptând, căci eşti dator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trăiesc acei ce vreau să lupte;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cei fricoşi se plâng şi mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-i vezi murind, să-i laşi să moară,&lt;br /&gt;Căci moartea e menirea lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3292125302745154858?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3292125302745154858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3292125302745154858' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3292125302745154858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3292125302745154858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/04/lupta-vietii-de-george-cosbuc.html' title='Lupta vietii, de George Cosbuc'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7059831876073590647</id><published>2010-04-14T12:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:51:39.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>God`s idea of spring</title><content type='html'>Cateodata uitam parfumul vietii, mai ales dupa o lunga, rece iarna...Dumnezeu insa ne reaminteste cum sa o luam de la capat, cum sa traim plini de tarie si cum sa folosim puterea revenirii la viata prin primavara.&lt;div&gt;Cand ma uit la primavara ma gandesc la un Dumnezeu care  modeleaza lucrurile, care le creaza intr-un mod atat de tainic incat e minunat. Daca Dumnezeu imi numara pasii, se uita la mine si stie cand stau jos si cand ma ridic, El e Acelasi Dumnezeu care se uita de aproape cum infloreste o floare si cum creste un fir de iarba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumnezeu e un Dumnezeu al detaliilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primavara ne invata ca trebuie sa folosim puterea ce ne-a pus-o El la dispozitie pentru a revenii la viata. Daca toata iarna te-ai plans de dureri de spate si de frigul ce iti ingheta nasul, risca si iesi afara. Ploaia te invata lucruri noi asa cum zapada te invata iarna. Faptul ca iarna toata natura se acopera de zapada dar si faptul ca primavara e imbracata in verdeata si flori sunt doua lucruri diferite dar ne invata un singur lucru: Dumnezeu ramane credincios! El se ingrijeste ca fiecare lucru sa isi faca partea la momentul potrivit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Laudati pe Domnul [...] foc si grindina, zapada si ceata, vanturi napraznice, care impliniti poruncile Lui, munti si dealuri toate, pomi roditori si cedri toti..." Ps. 148:7-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7059831876073590647?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7059831876073590647/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7059831876073590647' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7059831876073590647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7059831876073590647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/04/gods-idea-of-spring.html' title='God`s idea of spring'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8330497014465291492</id><published>2010-03-08T15:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:41:09.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un videoclip cu lectii de viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCFsQQgkDpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCFsQQgkDpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="320" width="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8330497014465291492?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8330497014465291492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8330497014465291492' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8330497014465291492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8330497014465291492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Un videoclip cu lectii de viata'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5392302282789245433</id><published>2010-02-06T16:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:43:42.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua</title><content type='html'>Vreau sa va fac cunostinta cu Joshua :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua are 25 de ani si locuieste in Elvetia impreuna cu mama si cele doua surori ale lui. Este inca la facultate, facultatea de Filosofie. Nu ii place sa aiba grija de animale asa ca are un catel virtual si nici nu lucreaaza desi munceste mult ca sa aiba o cariera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preocuparea lui majora e sa isi gaseasca scopul pentru care traieste. II este frica de moarte, desi e aproape sigur ca exista viata vesnica. Are un tatuaj cu semul egiptean Ankh, care inseamna viata vesnica, pe spate. E destul de dezordonat si singurul mod in care se poate calma este sa fuga! Nu ii prea place sa ia decizii majore pentru viata lui asa ca o cam da in bara fugind pana si de responsabilitati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu asculta un anumit gen de muzica, nu are o culoare preferata si ii place sa se simta iubit desi nu prea stie cum sa ofere iubire celor din jur. De multe ori il gasesti uitandu-se adanc la tine si ai impresia ca are ceva cu tine. Oricat de ciudat pare, te studiaza defapt pentru ca e fascinat de felul cum oamenii reactioneaza in diferite situatii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ii place sa stea linistit si sa nu vorbeasca cu cei din jur prea mult. Nu are multi prieteni. Mama, surorile lui, cainele virtual si prietena lui din copilarie, Dania, sunt singurii cu care petrece timp. Cainele e doar un mod de a invata putina responsabilitate fara sa se prea implice emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ii place sa i se spuna ce sa faca ci crede ca se descurca sa iasa din orice situatie. Cand nu ii iasa ceva e in stare sa arunce toate lucrurile din jurul lui dar poate fi calmat cu o imbratisare care sa vina la momentul potrivit si de la cine trebuie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traeste o drama interioara...si asta ii cam distruge viata. Cred ca o sa afle curand rezolvarea la toate problemele lui. E chiar langa el, trebuie doar sa isi dea seama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foarte mandru dar in acelasi timp, undeva in interiorul lui, cauta sustinere, dar ii e frica sa arate asta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are ochii negri, parul la fel si nu prea il vezi zambind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desi poate nu ii o descriere completa...sper sa ajungeti sa il cunoasteti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5392302282789245433?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5392302282789245433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5392302282789245433' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5392302282789245433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5392302282789245433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/02/joshua.html' title='Joshua'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6670745907159336271</id><published>2010-02-06T16:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:28:14.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sad faces...</title><content type='html'>Ma tot uit la mine si la oamenii din jurul meu si nu mai vad zambete. Chestia asta se intampla de ceva timp, dar acuma ca se intampla mai mult si la mine parca observ tot mai mult cat de mare ii nevoia ca oamenii sa aiba un scop in viata...Inimile sunt tot mai plide de dezamagire, lucrurile iasa tot pe dos. Suntem dezamagiti de noi si credem ca cei din jur de vad ca o dezamagire. Parca lupta devine tot mai grea pe zi ce trece..."totul e desertaciune si goana dupa vant", cum zice Eclesiastul si ajung sa il cred desi nu eram de acord cu el. mi se pareacam pesimist...dar cred ca a avut atata intelepciune incat sa ajunga la concluzia asta!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mai jos va las cateva versuri la minut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De pe buze mi-au fugit zambete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruntea e-ncretita mereu de-ngrijorare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inima starpita de dezamagire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unde esti iubire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6670745907159336271?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6670745907159336271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6670745907159336271' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6670745907159336271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6670745907159336271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-faces.html' title='sad faces...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6098521607238677777</id><published>2010-02-02T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:57:46.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Things       By Os Hillman</title><content type='html'>"He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings deep shadows into the light" (Job 12:22). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great mysteries of the Kingdom is how God uses the darkest times in our lives to reveal greater depths of understanding of His ways. The only way we can receive these deeper things is to be driven to the depths of darkness. It is here that we discover important truths that He plans to use in our lives and the lives of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a process God uses to draw us into greater levels of intimacy. The first phase involves a depth of soul experience that causes great pain in our lives. We seek God for deliverance from the incredible emotional pain this causes. Our primary motivation for seeking God is to get out of our pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, God meets us in the depths of darkness. We discover that He never left us but is in the midst of the darkness. We develop a new relationship with God. Gradually our motivation turns from removal of pain to love and intimacy with God. This is the place our Heavenly Father desires us to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this season God will make spiritual deposits into your life. Others will be making withdrawals in the future from your life as well. You see, God reveals deep things in darkness that will be revealed in the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in great distress, know that God will bring your deep shadows into the light. The key to your deliverance is becoming satisfied in God. He becomes your all. He is your life. You will know your deliverance is near when your circumstances simply don't matter to you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your soul and see what things He will show you in the deep things of darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6098521607238677777?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6098521607238677777/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6098521607238677777' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6098521607238677777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6098521607238677777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-things-by-os-hillman.html' title='Deep Things       By Os Hillman'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7086826451402747460</id><published>2010-01-27T20:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:42:28.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.2000 roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof:yesfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;....an old fragment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof:yesfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vreau sa-ti povestesc despre calea asta ingusta. Acest drum pe care multi nu il prefera, nici eu de multe ori, e presarat cu trandafiri. Ce?! Ma apuca romantismele! Nu, nu, e presarat cu spini si bombe si cioburi si sarma ghimpata. Don`t get me wrong dar cand vezi la capat Imparatia Cerurilor ti asa usor sa mergi, nici nu mai simti spinii ce iti macina picioarele. Problema e urmatoarea: de prea multe ori calatorim cu capul plecat. Simtim un ghimpe mai mult decat altul si ne aplecam sa il scoatem. Nu stim ca vine Creatorul si il scoate ci ne incapatanam. Si pierdem din vedere ce avem in fata. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof:yesfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cum bine stiti afara nu e tot timpul soare. Si vremea mai e si potrivnica. Asa e si pe drumul asta. Ma, uneori se face o ceata ca ti si frica sa mergi inainte. Faci prostia sa te opresti si sa pierzi tinta. Pe motiv ca e ceata, pe motiv ca ploua si tu nu iesi afara cand ploua, pe motiv ca nu iti place ce culoare au norii. Cand ai inceput calatoria a zis cineva ca e usor? Nu! Ti-ai luat angajamentul sa mergi pana la capat. Ce faci acuma, dai inapoi? Cateodata atata de mult tine ceata ca uiti de Imparatie si te ratacesti. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof:yesfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Exista si o parte buna in toata povestea asta. Desi nu vezi soarele el ii tot acolo. Desi nu vezi Imparatia ea nu s-a mutat peste noapte…ideea e sa mergi inainte pana ajungi la tinta. Desi nu o vezi, sa crezi ca Imparatia e tot acolo unde ai vazut-o in prima zi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7086826451402747460?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7086826451402747460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7086826451402747460' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7086826451402747460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7086826451402747460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2010/01/2000-roads.html' title='.2000 roads'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2278539350955815493</id><published>2009-12-17T15:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:28:13.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>azi am inceput ziua cu responsabilitati...de la inceput am fost pusa inaintea unor decizii importante pentru mine si ...stii cand vin momentele alea de confuzie incat nu stii in ce parte sa te uiti...si cand incepi sa cauti raspunsuri iti amintesti ca singurul loc unde e indicat sa mergi este la Cruce!&lt;div&gt;sau mai stii momentele alea cand trebuie sa faci lucruri care nu iti plac? si nu numai unul...ci in fiecare zi o gramada, timp de muuulte zile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vorbeam cu un prieten si ma intreaba: "ce faci?", "incerc sa trag de timp desi stiu ca asta nu imi face prea bine!"..."ai reusit sa prinzi timpu de un colt si tragi de el?!"..."da si daca ai stii ce tare incerc sa trag...dar pare ca incepe sa se rupa." Cunosti senzatia asta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si chiar azi cand au venit atatea responsabilitati pe cap si cand nu mai stiam ce sa fac, ma uit la versetul zilei si scrie: "nu va ingrijoratii de nimic; ci in orice lucru, aduceti cererile voastre la cunostinta lui Dumnezeu, prin rugaciuni si cereri, cu multumiri" Filipeni 4:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si atunci...El vine si ma asigura ca totul va fi bine, trebuie numai sa cred si sa ascult de El. si   El e Dumnezeul care imi spune ca nici macar sa nu indraznesc sa ma ingrijorez...oare as putea eu sa adaug un cot la inaltimea mea daca ma ingrijorez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Psalm 13&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;For the director of music. A psalm of David.&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14076" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt; How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14077" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; How long must I wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;    and every day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;    How long will my enemy triumph over me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14078" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.&lt;br /&gt;    Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14079" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"&lt;br /&gt;    and my foes will rejoice when I fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14080" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; But I trust in your unfailing love; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       my heart rejoices in your salvation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14081" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I will sing to the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;    for he has been good to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;si pe romana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalmul 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catre mai marele cintaretilor. Un psalm al lui David.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Pina cind, Doamne, ma vei uita neincetat? Pina cind Iti vei ascunde Fata de mine?&lt;br /&gt;2 Pina cind voi avea sufletul plin de griji, si inima plina de necazuri in fiecare zi? Pina cind se va ridica vrajmasul meu impotriva mea?&lt;br /&gt;3 Priveste, raspunde-mi, Doamne, Dumnezeul meu! Da lumina ochilor mei, ca sa n-adorm somnul mortii,&lt;br /&gt;4 ca sa nu zica vrajmasul meu: L-am biruit!”si sa nu se bucure protivnicii mei, cind ma clatin.&lt;br /&gt;5 Eu am incredere in bunatatea Ta, sint cu inima vesela, din pricina mintuirii Tale:&lt;br /&gt;6 cint Domnului, caci mi-a facut bine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2278539350955815493?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2278539350955815493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2278539350955815493' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2278539350955815493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2278539350955815493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/azi-am-inceput-ziua-cu-responsabilitati.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-9087327734963903986</id><published>2009-12-13T23:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:56:50.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL</title><content type='html'>mai nou ma exprim in cantece...&lt;div&gt;intotdeauna mi s-a parut interesant ca pe cat de jigodii suntem Dumnezeu e in stare sa ne vada perfecti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma scuzati ca incep direct cu subiectul, dar asta e adevarul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt o carpa si o prefacuta si o pacatoasa nenorocita...si El, Dumnezeu sfant, mare, perfect, alege sa ma vada si pe mine fara nici o pata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va dau o ilustratie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pacatul e exprimat prin neagru si puritatea prin alb, nu? atunci cand Isus a murit pe cruce El ne-a spalat, prin sange, care e rosu, de pacat, care e negru, si ne-a facut albi. Acuma nu is prea buna la desen dar cand amesteci negrul cu rosu nu iasa alb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incearca urmatorul experiment: uita-te printr-o bucata de sticla rosie(simbolizand sangele) la soare(simbolizand albul, puritatea) si apoi uita-te la un obiect negru...ce culoare o sa aiba acesta?...alb! Asa ne vede pe noi Dumnezeu neprihaniti, fara pacat, albi! Isn`t it amazing?...for me it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va dau melodia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcWQIsG9Rqw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcWQIsG9Rqw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-9087327734963903986?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/9087327734963903986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=9087327734963903986' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9087327734963903986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/9087327734963903986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/real.html' title='REAL'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3622743595552213638</id><published>2009-12-04T23:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:54:23.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NU esti important...ci FOARTE important!</title><content type='html'>daca ai impresia ca lucrurile mici pe care le faci zilnic nu au nici o importanta citeste acest devotional incurajator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God Does Big Things with Small Deeds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;"Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin" (Zech. 4:10 NLT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin. Just begin! What seems small to you might be huge to someone else. Just ask Bohn Fawkes. During World War II, he piloted a B-17. On one mission he sustained flak from Nazi antiaircraft guns. Even though his gas tanks were hit, the plane did not explode, and Fawkes was able to land the plane.&lt;br /&gt;On the morning following the raid, Fawkes asked his crew chief for the German shell. He wanted to keep a souvenir of his incredible good fortune. The crew chief explained that not just one but eleven shells had been found in the gas tanks, none of which had exploded.&lt;br /&gt;Technicians opened the missiles and found them void of explosive charge. They were clean and harmless and with one exception, empty. The exception contained a carefully rolled piece of paper. On it a message had been scrawled in the Czech language. Translated, the note read: "This is all we can do for you now."&lt;br /&gt;A courageous assembly-line worker was disarming bombs and scribbled the note. He couldn't end the war, but he could save one plane. He couldn't do everything, but he could do something. So he did it.&lt;br /&gt;God does big things with small deeds.&lt;br /&gt;Against a towering giant, a brook pebble seems futile. But God used it to topple Goliath. Compared to the tithes of the wealthy, a widow's coins seem puny. But Jesus used them to inspire us. And in contrast with sophisticated priests and powerful Roman rulers, a cross-suspended carpenter seemed nothing but a waste of life. Few Jewish leaders mourned his death. Only a handful of friends buried his body. The people turned their attention back to the temple. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;What power does a buried rabbi have? We know the answer. Mustard-seed and leaven-lump power. Power to tear away death rags and push away death rocks. Power to change history. In the hands of God, small seeds grow into sheltering trees. Tiny leaven expands into nourishing loaves.&lt;br /&gt;Small deeds can change the world. Sow the mustard seed. Bury the leaven lump. Make the call. Write the check. Organize the committee.&lt;br /&gt;Moses had a staff.&lt;br /&gt;David had a sling.&lt;br /&gt;Samson had a jawbone.&lt;br /&gt;Rahab had a string.&lt;br /&gt;Mary had some ointment.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron had a rod.&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas had a needle.&lt;br /&gt;All were used by God.&lt;br /&gt;What do you have?&lt;br /&gt;God inhabits the tiny seed, empowers the tiny deed. He cures the common life by giving no common life, by offering no common gifts. Don't discount the smallness of your deeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3622743595552213638?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3622743595552213638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3622743595552213638' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3622743595552213638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3622743595552213638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-esti-importantci-foarte-important.html' title='NU esti important...ci FOARTE important!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3575148354153257819</id><published>2009-11-30T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:34:03.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fiindca Dumnezeu schimba...</title><content type='html'>Dumnezeu schimba vieti, conceptii, visuri, idei.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu asta pentru ca ma schimba pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ne-ar transforma El, am fi pierduti.&lt;br /&gt;Noi nu am avea niciodata nimica sa ii dam si nici o putere ca sa schimbam existenta noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTr8mB--sZw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTr8mB--sZw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3575148354153257819?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3575148354153257819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3575148354153257819' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3575148354153257819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3575148354153257819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/11/fiindca-dumnezeu-schimba.html' title='fiindca Dumnezeu schimba...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8701712761631539217</id><published>2009-11-25T18:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:01:34.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ui asa ma simt io acuma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fki04dpFD-0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fki04dpFD-0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8701712761631539217?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8701712761631539217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8701712761631539217' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8701712761631539217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8701712761631539217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/11/ui-asa-ma-simt-io-acuma.html' title='ui asa ma simt io acuma....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2274617172810597874</id><published>2009-10-13T00:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:37:54.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'>uniform thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Am intrat astazi pe mail si dupa ce mi-am bagat id-ul si parola...intre casuta de parola si sing in scria simplu "tine-ma minte".&lt;br /&gt;Deci mi se pare ceva incredibil sa te tina minte un calculator...adica cere-i unui om sa te tina minte si oare o va face? Dupa ce criterii suntem tinuti minte de un om? Calculatorul a ales sa ma tina minte indiferent cine eram, ce background aveam si indiferent ce id bagam...in schimb cu oamenii e altfel...daca nu ai o poveste tare, un look excenlent si daca nu le faci pe plac multi o sa te uite dupa primul salut...&lt;br /&gt;aseara am vazut un film a carui morala era: ce lasi in urma, dupa ce pleci de pe lumea asta?cum te tin oamenii minte ca ai fost? ce influenta ai avut in viata cuiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care e povestea ta de tinut minte?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2274617172810597874?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2274617172810597874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2274617172810597874' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2274617172810597874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2274617172810597874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/uniform-thoughts.html' title='uniform thoughts...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-867117945408453572</id><published>2009-10-13T00:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:15:14.624+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;desi nu scriu decat rar cate 2 postari intr-o zi...asta e un citat cutremurator ce l-am citit azi...in prima faza mi-a amintit de Africa...si apoi de lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them." -Bono&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard but true nevertheless...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-867117945408453572?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/867117945408453572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=867117945408453572' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/867117945408453572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/867117945408453572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/desi-nu-scriu-decat-rar-cate-2-postari.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5191967586427272483</id><published>2009-10-10T18:25:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:53:45.635+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trairi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asta nu l-am scris dinainte:P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><title type='text'>Bless the darkness...it helps you grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ai avut vreodata vremuri in care te cufundai intr-un intuneric atata de profund incat nu mai intelegeai nimic din ce ti se intampla? Atunci cand erai atat de orbit spiritual incat nu mai vedeai nici fizic si toate circumstantele iti pareau impotrivitoare, nu ti se dadea nici un raspuns si desi vroiai sa iesi din aceasta stare nu reuseai nicicum...credeai ca e vorba de pacatul din viata ta asa ca te-ai dus si l-ai marturisit....dar nimic nu s-a intamplat. Credeai ca trebuie sa faci ceva anume asa ca cu fiecare ocazie ajutai si erai bun si credincios muncii tale...si nimic. Credeai ca daca citesti Biblia foarte mult ti se va da un un raspuns clar a aceea ce se intampla cu tine...si nimic. Strigai disperat catre cer...te tanguiai...si nimic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trec zile intregi in starea asta in care iti lingi ranile si te legeni incetosat si credeai ca daca spui un AMIN mare dupa ce ai facut tot ce ai facut se va termina totul...trec zile...luni....si tu esti tot asa, pribeag, uitat si lasat deoparte....I`ve been there si imi pare rau ca nu pot descrie exact cum e....dar intr-un cuvant e NEGRU!...ti se cere sa astepti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ideea e ca desi poate dura luni de zile...sa nu renunti! E usor de zis, dar ti-o zic pentru ca am fost acolo si am vrut sa renunt si sa plec de pe pamant si sa ma izolez. Si aveam impresia ca stiu totul si pot totul si ca ma descurc singura, ca mai apoi sa descopar ca "pot totu in Cristos care ma intareste" si ca "Frica de Dumnezeu e inceputul intelepciunii", nu stiinta, si ca puterea vine de la Dumnezeu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apoi dupa ce trece ceata si intunericul si lumina incepe sa apara....te uiti in urma si plangi, pentru ca nu mai ai ce sa faci, pentru ca nu iti vine sa crezi ca ai trecut peste, pentru ca ti se pare incredibil planul lui Dumnezeu cu tine care se contureaza cel mai bine in intuneric...si pentru ca ramai uimit la cate lectii ai invatat....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si zambesti...si apoi vine inca o data incercarea...si o iei de la capat ca sa inveti alte lectii. Dar esti mai plin de speranta ca niciodata!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incercarea desavarseste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=0fe7e0f4f3b9f5f402f5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long will my prayers seem unanswered?&lt;br /&gt;Is there still faith in me to reach the end?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling doubt I'm losing faith&lt;br /&gt;But giving up would cost me everything&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand in the pain and silence&lt;br /&gt;And I'll speak to the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the sun even when it's not shining&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love even when I don't feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in God even when He is silent&lt;br /&gt;And I, I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't see my stories ending&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean the dark night has no end&lt;br /&gt;It's only here that I find faith&lt;br /&gt;And learn to trust the one who writes my days&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand in the pain and silence&lt;br /&gt;And I'll speak to the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the sun even when it's not shining&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love even when I don't feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in God even when He is silent&lt;br /&gt;And I, I believe&lt;br /&gt;No dark can consume Light&lt;br /&gt;No death greater than this life&lt;br /&gt;We are not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Hope is found when we say&lt;br /&gt;Even when He is silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the sun even when it's not shining&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love even when I don't feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in God even when He is silent&lt;br /&gt;And I, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5191967586427272483?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5191967586427272483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5191967586427272483' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5191967586427272483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5191967586427272483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/bless-darknessit-helps-you-grow.html' title='Bless the darkness...it helps you grow!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5590048295103435073</id><published>2009-10-03T14:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:56:30.005+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmville-o ferma virtuala</title><content type='html'>Vreau sa va povestesc despre "Framville".&lt;br /&gt;Farmville e un joc pe facebook.com prin care iti creezi un fermier, o ferma unde ai animale, ogoare, plantatii, copaci, ustensile, case, etc. Totul incepe cu 4 patratele de pamant pe care le ari si le plantezi cu ce vrei, apoi incetul cu incetul ajungi sa tot plantezi, sa tot primesti chestii, sa iti extinzi ferma, sa cumperi tot mai multe lucruri, sa primesti tot mai multe, doar ca sa ai medalii si pentru ca nu-ti ajunge spatiul mai poti extinde ferma...si tot asa...si tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat ajungi dependent de a face tot mai multe pe acea parcela mica de pamant ce ai primit-o, ajungi sa iti petreci o gramada de timp pretios(adica ore) doar ca sa reorganizezi locul pentru ca e murdar sau nu stau toate la locul lor...Faci totul pentru a castiga cativa galbeni, pentru  a trece la urmatorul nivel, si vinzi si cumperi si oferi...si la un moment dat iti dai seama ca iti pierzi timpul pe un spatiu ireal(get a job!)&lt;br /&gt;Lectii ce le-am invatat din acest joc:&lt;br /&gt;-nu e asa si in viata reala?ne trebuie tot mai multe lucruri pentru ca niciodata nu avem destule asa ca extindem, cumparam, vindem, ne facem vecini cu duiumul, ii ajutam ca sa primim ceva in schimb si tot asa....&lt;br /&gt;-timpul pierdut! Chiar am ajuns sa caut un calculator conectat la net pentru a accesa "Farmville". Sa vad daca "mi-a crescut recolta", daca "s-au facut fructele" virtuale. Am ajuns sa pierd mai mult timp cu acest joc decat sa il castig stand in partasie cu Domnul!&lt;br /&gt;-de asemenea a ajuns sa fie unul din subiectele principale de discutie dintre mine si prietenii mei care au acelasi joc: "Si ce ai mai facut azi?", "Am intrat pe Farmville.", "Serios? si eu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a simple life, a simple home, a simple existance, because I don`t have a complicated Father!(iubesc o viata simpla, o casa simpla, o existenta simpla, pentru ca nu am un Tata complicat!)&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa scap de "mania" de a cumpara lucruri "de casa noua", imi ajunge casa noua! Trebuie sa scap de ore folosite inutil pe "Farmville" si sa fac ceva constructiv.&lt;br /&gt;                  .....maine imi sterg "farmville" si ma simt mai usurata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In plus de asta tot ce concureaza cu Dumnezeu trebuie sa dispara....si mai am mult de lucrat la asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care sunt lucrurile la care trebuie sa renunti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5590048295103435073?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5590048295103435073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5590048295103435073' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5590048295103435073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5590048295103435073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/10/farmville-o-ferma-virtuala.html' title='Farmville-o ferma virtuala'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8682254478313486175</id><published>2009-09-05T23:21:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:05:47.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my world is gray today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLMNAUK0EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-zwuq0lrAEU/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLMNAUK0EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-zwuq0lrAEU/s320/DSC01849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378085428828753986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; marea desertaciunilor...:-&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLMAXwwe8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/q5xAbhF4U3A/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLMAXwwe8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/q5xAbhF4U3A/s320/DSC01848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378085211784379330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLLxJXeMRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ygZVtzNeAo4/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLLxJXeMRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ygZVtzNeAo4/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084950222188818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLLi6maFRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/O4OxcJRhK7E/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLLi6maFRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/O4OxcJRhK7E/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084705740133650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .contrast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLK8LaJL1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zv_h-AEn12s/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLK8LaJL1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zv_h-AEn12s/s320/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084040237199186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLKj2V58KI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jieJkWNpn5g/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLKj2V58KI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jieJkWNpn5g/s320/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378083622265417890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLKYShecKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fe0RrfhZ9HQ/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLKYShecKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fe0RrfhZ9HQ/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378083423671709858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; confuzie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLJatvZucI/AAAAAAAAAL4/V_n7nZN4PuY/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLJatvZucI/AAAAAAAAAL4/V_n7nZN4PuY/s320/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378082365825989058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLJGvDPOdI/AAAAAAAAALw/bjP2iP7jBlI/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLJGvDPOdI/AAAAAAAAALw/bjP2iP7jBlI/s320/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378082022580238802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLI8TfpmkI/AAAAAAAAALo/NCwx_2P0TTg/s1600-h/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLI8TfpmkI/AAAAAAAAALo/NCwx_2P0TTg/s320/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378081843384523330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLIrxeO0WI/AAAAAAAAALg/zQnzDtzHbY4/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLIrxeO0WI/AAAAAAAAALg/zQnzDtzHbY4/s320/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378081559373861218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8682254478313486175?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8682254478313486175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8682254478313486175' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8682254478313486175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8682254478313486175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-world-is-gray-today.html' title='my world is gray today....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SqLMNAUK0EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-zwuq0lrAEU/s72-c/DSC01849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6592068780298822718</id><published>2009-08-13T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:47:26.499+03:00</updated><title type='text'>worDs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SoR714zE02I/AAAAAAAAALY/V4pRx4c5wlU/s1600-h/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SoR714zE02I/AAAAAAAAALY/V4pRx4c5wlU/s320/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369552821442368354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa vorbesti prea mult incat sa-ti dai seama ca ai spus prea multe?&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare cuvant pe care il spunem e numarat, analizat si pus in evidenta tuturor vorbelor pe care le spunem toata viata acolo sus in Cer...In Biblie spune ca vom fi judecati dupa vorbele ce le spunem..."va spun ca in ziua judecatii oamenii vor da socoteala de orice cuvant nefolositor, pe care-l vor fi rostit. Caci din cuvintele tale vei fi scos fara vina si din cuvintele tale vei fi osandit".(Matei12:36,37)&lt;br /&gt;Si rostim incurajari dar si blesteme...caci cu aceeasi gura binecuvantam pe Dumnezeu si tot cu ea blestemam pe oamenii din jur...&lt;br /&gt;Dar alta e problema, ce se intampla cand faci promisiuni? sau cand faci unele afirmatii care nu le poti implini, prea usor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce se intampla cand Dumnezeu, fiind atent la fiecare cuvant pe care il rostesti, incepe chiar sa iti verifice practic cuvintele? Ce se intampla cand Dumnezeu incepe sa-ti ia in serios vorbele si promisiunile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6592068780298822718?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6592068780298822718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6592068780298822718' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6592068780298822718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6592068780298822718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html' title='worDs...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SoR714zE02I/AAAAAAAAALY/V4pRx4c5wlU/s72-c/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-671246618876392788</id><published>2009-07-18T20:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:53:03.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandurile unei nopti adormite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIL4ba3h0I/AAAAAAAAALI/9lNtnQ2qYjY/s1600-h/174156082_b9918954fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIL4ba3h0I/AAAAAAAAALI/9lNtnQ2qYjY/s320/174156082_b9918954fc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859570585339714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million souls passed along me today...I just couldn`t reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a million faces, I saw a million stories, without telling anyone...just looking through a window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s funny...million people read my story everyday just seeing my face and I can`t stop them, neighter they can stop me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, they see a false mask I put on for the day, but the face shows the feelings of the heart...sometimes I can`t hide my story, maybe I don`t want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn`t reach a million souls today, but maybe I reached one...and yesterday two...just by picking the right attitude, the right time to smile or just the right part of the story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-671246618876392788?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/671246618876392788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=671246618876392788' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/671246618876392788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/671246618876392788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/07/gandurile-unei-nopti-adormite.html' title='Gandurile unei nopti adormite...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIL4ba3h0I/AAAAAAAAALI/9lNtnQ2qYjY/s72-c/174156082_b9918954fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7234117660116160134</id><published>2009-07-18T19:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:19:08.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou copil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmH19jcVm9I/AAAAAAAAALA/DJqIWmoT0_Q/s1600-h/Springhiiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmH19jcVm9I/AAAAAAAAALA/DJqIWmoT0_Q/s320/Springhiiu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359835469382523858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am inceput sa citesc un blog care ma face sa imi amintesc de copilarie...credeam ca am ingropat-o destul de bine incat numai eu sa o revad cand am nevoie...mi-am amitit de asta cand am vazut ceva ce scrisese, afirmatie pe care am facut-o si eu odata, poate cu alte cuvinte: "&lt;strong&gt;nu vezi ca in lumea asta nu e loc de romantici? lumea vrea doar ratiune. nu vezi ca lumea nu vrea sa mai iubeasca ci doar sa vorbeasca despre iubire?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand eram mica ma uitam la adulti si ma intrebam ca de ce nu pot sa fac lucrurile cu un zambet pe buze si fara stres? Nu intelegeam ca au ingropat prea adanc copilaria ca sa mai poata visa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De cand am impachetat copilaria am uitat sa zambesc....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E asa de dureros sa faci lucrurile doar ca sa le faci...sa te grabesti sa iti termini toate responsabilitatile pentru ca nu ai timp, cand defapt, ai tot timpul din lume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu a trebuit sa parasesc copilaria fortat, a fost o lupta de un an si ceva, dar pe drum am pierdut multe si tare as vrea sa le recuperez cumva. Nu mai pot fi la fel de spontana, nu mai pot rade din orice, nu ma mai pot bucura de lucrurile din jur...si cu ce folos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E bine sa fii matur si responsabil...dar sa nu uiti sa fii copil..."caci Imparatia cerurilor este a unora ca ei"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7234117660116160134?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7234117660116160134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7234117660116160134' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7234117660116160134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7234117660116160134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/07/din-nou-copil.html' title='Din nou copil...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmH19jcVm9I/AAAAAAAAALA/DJqIWmoT0_Q/s72-c/Springhiiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6907842989337179462</id><published>2009-07-17T23:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:54:07.031+03:00</updated><title type='text'>salvation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIMOTOcLhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fu-CJD61M7w/s1600-h/460+_805043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIMOTOcLhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fu-CJD61M7w/s320/460+_805043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859946342854162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there wondering why the world is round, why did I ended up beeing a girl, why was I born in the first place, no one seemed to want me anyway...and as I looked at the landscape I saw outside the window with my knees tight to my chest, a stange question came in my mind...I lifted my head up and looked lost at the wall in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I saved?" I wispered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you are! You go to church, you go on a mission with the youth, you`ve been baptised! How can`t you be saved?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...I mean: am I really saved?&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is not about going to church, even the evil one is there, is not about knowing the Bible, even the devil knows it, better than I...Salvation is about practicing the Bible, telling others about Jesus, not because you have to, not because you are afraid you won`t go to heaven if you don`t, but because you love others...it`s not enough to believe in Jesus to be saved, even the devil believes and he is terrified.&lt;br /&gt;It`s not enough to be baptised, even if all of these are necessary! Baptism is the covenant that you will live like Jesus! "Whoever claims to live in Him must walk like Jesus did" (1John2:6)&lt;br /&gt;Beeing saved means that the Spirit of God is the one which leads your life. Is the Holly Spirit the leader of your life?"&lt;br /&gt;....I stood there quietly, and after a great strugle, God showed me I was saved...but not before I took a big test.&lt;br /&gt;But what about you? Are you saved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6907842989337179462?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6907842989337179462/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6907842989337179462' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6907842989337179462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6907842989337179462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/07/salvation.html' title='salvation?'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SmIMOTOcLhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fu-CJD61M7w/s72-c/460+_805043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8256851099488116677</id><published>2009-07-14T17:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:04:08.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilarie-n versuri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SlzWn4TFeaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tS_7RFym6UY/s1600-h/childhood-innocence-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SlzWn4TFeaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tS_7RFym6UY/s320/childhood-innocence-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358393637279725986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti mai aduci aminte de vremile trecute&lt;br /&gt;Cand la bunici tu te jucai prin curte?&lt;br /&gt;Si prieteni iti faceai doar impartind o jucarie...&lt;br /&gt;Cautai prin nisipuri, un ciob de sticla ti-era bijuterie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu luai orice lucru vechi, nefolosit&lt;br /&gt;Il transformai in opere de arta,&lt;br /&gt;Faceai mancare din frunze, apa si nisip&lt;br /&gt;Stateai pana tarziu jucandu-te afara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-a fost vreodata dor de mama mangaindu-ti chipul?&lt;br /&gt;De frati si de bunici ce tachinau mica fiinta&lt;br /&gt;De noile-achizitii ce-ti dadeau un nou stimul&lt;br /&gt;De monstrii din dulap ce-i infrangeai cu biruinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-a fost vreodata dor de prajiturile de-acasa?&lt;br /&gt;Cand lingeai oale si vroiai sa faci tu crema&lt;br /&gt;Si cand te-ardeai la aragaz si brusc primeai pedeapsa,&lt;br /&gt;Dar te uitai plangand la mama si ea pupa bubita...si erai bucuroasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tu copilarie, ce-ti pierzi vremea revenind?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-nneca in amintiri desarte&lt;br /&gt;Caci sunt adultul responsabil devenind...&lt;br /&gt;Dar atat de mult ma-mbii cu ale tale soapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa joc iar in nisip castelul fermecat&lt;br /&gt;Sa fug, sa ma invart pana in iarba cad&lt;br /&gt;Sa decorez o casa din mobilier din lut&lt;br /&gt;S-o vad iarasi pe mama, sa simt golul umplut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar maturitatea a venit de mult...&lt;br /&gt;Copilarie draga, curand n-am sa te uit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8256851099488116677?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8256851099488116677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8256851099488116677' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8256851099488116677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8256851099488116677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/07/copilarie-n-versuri.html' title='Copilarie-n versuri...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SlzWn4TFeaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tS_7RFym6UY/s72-c/childhood-innocence-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4221130034380925673</id><published>2009-06-06T00:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:02:44.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a broken car...</title><content type='html'>Ii asa de frustrant sa stii ca esti chemat la ceva MARE si sa te multumesti cu lucruri mediocre...&lt;br /&gt;Ii asa de puternica teama ce te doboara la fiecare pas impiedicandu-te sa-ti implinesti chemarea...&lt;br /&gt;Ii asa de amagitoare fuga departe de singura Persoana care te poate ajuta sa scapi din agonie...&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata e asa frustrant ca mai repede il credem pe satan, tatal minciunii, cand ne spune ca nu putem sa ne depasim conditia, decat sa Il credem pe Hristos, Adevarul intruchipat cand ne spune ca putem muta pana si muntii...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca il credem pe cel rau pentru ca ne e mai comod sa credem ca nu putem si sa nu facem nimic sa schimbam asta, decat sa credem ca putem muta muntii si sa facem un efort pentru asta...&lt;br /&gt;Nu zicea rau cel ce a zis citatul asta:"Iadul e dovada respectului si dragostei lui Dumnezeu pentru noi. Daca nu am vrut sa fim cu El in viata asta, de ce sa ne oblige sa fim cu El o vesnicie in cer?"&lt;br /&gt;Diavolul vine cu minciuni asa melodioase ca ai impresia ca sunt cele mai frumoase lucruri pe care le-ai auzit vreodata...dar atat ramane: o impresie...o minciuna!&lt;br /&gt;CAteodata ma simt ca o masina ce are motorul innecat...incerci sa o pornesti si tot baraie pentru un timp, dar se opreste intr-un final...ma tot gandesc daca dupa ce incerci destul va reusi sa porneasca sau va ajunge la fier vechi?&lt;br /&gt;Speranta aici e ca Domnului ii place sa repare masini stricate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4221130034380925673?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4221130034380925673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4221130034380925673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4221130034380925673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4221130034380925673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-broken-car.html' title='Just a broken car...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-780387493721394697</id><published>2009-05-30T20:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:52:03.375+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SiFrPzJS_bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LYj6P3m3VnQ/s1600-h/84761459_a0d7d99306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SiFrPzJS_bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LYj6P3m3VnQ/s320/84761459_a0d7d99306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668552209530290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iti multumesc ca pot s-alerg la Tine&lt;br /&gt;Cand drumu-i greu si boltele senine-si pierd culoarea...&lt;br /&gt;Cand nimeni nu-i in jur si vorbele isi pierd savoarea,&lt;br /&gt;Cand interiorul meu ma doare&lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt plina de descurajare&lt;br /&gt;In bratul Tau pot sa alerg mereu&lt;br /&gt;Tu m-ai facut copil de Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul intarzie sa mai vina&lt;br /&gt;Cand greu mai vad a Ta lumina&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc ca-n mana Ta ma tii mereu...&lt;br /&gt;Ma-nveti ca Tu esti Imparat si Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand glasul nu mai rosteste cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;Cand versetele nu mai imi vin in minte&lt;br /&gt;Cand ingrijorarea se lasa cu ecou,&lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt tentata sa ascult al meu egou&lt;br /&gt;De-mi ridic glasul catre ceruri, Tu esti Dumnezeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu zamislesti in mine transformare&lt;br /&gt;Vezi a actiunilor mele urmare&lt;br /&gt;Cand pasul mi-e atat de greu&lt;br /&gt;Cand oboseala ma rapune si nu mai vad scapare&lt;br /&gt;Tu-mi amintesti atunci cine-I Dumnezeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-s razvratita, incapatanata, oarba&lt;br /&gt;Si parca devin un monstru de nerecunoscut&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai rabdare cu mine si ma-nveti a vietii taina&lt;br /&gt;Tu cu rabdare ma inveti sa folosesc a Ta sageata si-al Tau scut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-n fata Ta eu raman muta...&lt;br /&gt;De pacate rusinata, de iertarea Ta uimita...&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sa iubesti o razvratita?&lt;br /&gt;Sa-Ti doresti sa ma transformi in a Cerului copila...&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc pentru putere, dragoste, vointa&lt;br /&gt;Pentru rabdare si credinta&lt;br /&gt;Si ca Iti iei timp sa ma inveti fagaduintele acestei vieti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-780387493721394697?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/780387493721394697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=780387493721394697' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/780387493721394697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/780387493721394697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/05/iti-multumesc-ca-pot-s-alerg-la-tine.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SiFrPzJS_bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LYj6P3m3VnQ/s72-c/84761459_a0d7d99306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1573478066503024235</id><published>2009-05-09T15:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:20:27.733+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incurajare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte de la Domnul:)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raspuns...'/><title type='text'>Promisiunea Domnului...</title><content type='html'>Chiar daca-i fi-n adanc de mari,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca ti se clatina piciorul&lt;br /&gt;Si de mania ti-ar iesi prin nari&lt;br /&gt;Opreste-te, sa stii ca Eu sunt Domnul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar de-i fi in mijloc de razboi&lt;br /&gt;Si criza te ajunge din-apoi&lt;br /&gt;Oricat de-ngrijorat ar fi azi omul&lt;br /&gt;Nu vezi ca hrana inca dau la oi?&lt;br /&gt;Opreste-te...si vezi ca Eu sunt Domnul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca resursele-astazi se termina&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul zaboveste sa mai vina&lt;br /&gt;Nu vezi ca hrana inca are pomul?&lt;br /&gt;Ca semanatu-si are vremea lui, la fel si coptul?&lt;br /&gt;Opreste-te, observa ca sunt Domnul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-am lasat Eu oare in nevoi?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar de simteai ca te inneaca-al vietii mare, -nspumegat suvoi?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar de piciorul ti se clatina...&lt;br /&gt;Si tare mai vroiai tu a scapa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu de mana te-am tinut mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Opreste-te, sa stii ca Eu sunt Dumnezeu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1573478066503024235?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1573478066503024235/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1573478066503024235' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1573478066503024235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1573478066503024235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/05/promisiunea-domnului.html' title='Promisiunea Domnului...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-5537315964780768996</id><published>2009-03-18T15:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:51:59.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><title type='text'>Keep it simple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ScEKLxWBbDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CIrFwwebQwg/s1600-h/CIMG0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ScEKLxWBbDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CIrFwwebQwg/s320/CIMG0319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540232614439986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplitate...acest cuvant imi inspira plictiseala!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adica...fiind obisnuita sa traiesc la oras unde totul e complicat si aglomerat, simplitatea e pentru batrani! Ceva in genul: sa traiesti la sat si sa mergi cu vaca pe camp...aia e simplitate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar...daca stau sa ma gandesc putin mai profund la acest cuvant...descopar altceva. Nu ma mai gandesc la plictiseala..&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.simplitatea nu e egala cu banalitatea ci cu originalitatea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand traiesti intr-o lume in care totul e prea impopotonat, prea aglomerat si plin...complicat, devine ceva "la moda", ceva original sa "decomplici" lucrurile, sa le simplifici...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cred ca simplitatea va deveni o arta peste vreo doua decenii, pentru ca va deveni prea banal sa te complici. Din moment ce toata lumea complica lucrurile, acest domeniu va deveni atat de cunoscut incat toata lumea va deveni experta in a complica lucrurile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adica, atunci cand te gandesti cu ce sa te imbraci, iti vine sa-ti iei 5 bluze diferite, pantaloni si fusta pe deasupra si chiar daca ai deja colanti mai vrei si jambiere. Asta e arta de a complica lucrurile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand faci ceva de mancare iti vine sa pui 10 feluri diferite pe aceeasi farfurie, doar ca sa arate ca un meniu scump si variat. Asta e arta de a complica lucrurile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand vrei sa stii cat mai multe informatii din cat mai multe domenii diferite, cand nu mai stii sa iti imparti timpul intre scoala...2 scoli, job, activitati extrascolare, voluntariat, cursuri si hobby-uri...cand te implici in prea multe doar pentru a-ti gasi cariera de vis, menirea in viata...cand iesi cu n parteneri ca vrei sa te casatoresti tanar si nu stii pe care sa il alegi...asta-i arta de a complica lucrurile...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce s-a intamplat cu simplitatea?Mai exista acest cuvant in dictionar? Sau in viata nostra de zi cu zi? Cred ca e un cuvant prea complicat pentru ca noi sa il intelegem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parerea mea e ca simplitatea inseamna...sa te intorci la Dragostea Dintai...sa dai un shut down la toate aparatele din jurul tau care-ti ocupa timpul...sa te reintorci la a citi o singura carte, dintr-un singur domeniu intr-o luna...sa observi oamenii din jurul tau...sa fii atent la detalii...sa te opresti ca sa visezi, sa nu te mai gandesti la ziua de maine...sa nu mai incerci sa rezolvi problemele Universului...sa stai, chiar daca te asteapta 10 proiecte neincepute, masa de pranz negatita si teancul de carti necitite...sa-ti opresti o zi in care sa nu faci nimic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplitatea e incercarea de a "decomplica" lucrurile...si eu chiar vreau sa imi iau licenta in simplitate! Cand se va duce moda complicarii lucrurilor si simplitatea va fi la putere, vreau sa fiu prima care adopta aceasta moda!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-5537315964780768996?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5537315964780768996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=5537315964780768996' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5537315964780768996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/5537315964780768996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep it simple...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ScEKLxWBbDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CIrFwwebQwg/s72-c/CIMG0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2481565571047724271</id><published>2009-02-19T21:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:48:13.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reevaluare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06AgY5Xoavw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06AgY5Xoavw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for healing time to move on&lt;br /&gt;It's time to fix what's been broken too long&lt;br /&gt;Time make right what has been wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find my way to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;There's a wave that's crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos somehow there's peace&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to surrender to what I can't see&lt;br /&gt;but I'm giving in to something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a milestone&lt;br /&gt;Time to begin again&lt;br /&gt;Revaluate who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing everything to follow your will&lt;br /&gt;or just climbing aimlessly over these hills&lt;br /&gt;So show me what it is you want from me&lt;br /&gt;I give everything I surrender...&lt;br /&gt;To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to face up&lt;br /&gt;Clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;Time to breathe in and let everything out&lt;br /&gt;That I've wanted to say for so many years&lt;br /&gt;Time to to release all my held back tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos but I believe&lt;br /&gt;You're up to something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos but now I can see&lt;br /&gt;This something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to face up&lt;br /&gt;Clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;Time breathe in and let everything out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2481565571047724271?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2481565571047724271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2481565571047724271' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2481565571047724271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2481565571047724271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/reevaluare.html' title='Reevaluare...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4152788637027620127</id><published>2009-02-05T17:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:44:01.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be carefull if you think you stand, you just might be sinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-8SYA6rfbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt; Pazeste-ti gandurile caci vor deveni cuvinte...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pazeste-ti cuvintele caci vor deveni fapte...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pazeste-ti faptele caci ele iti definesc caracterul...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pazeste-ti caracterul! De ce?...Pentru ca acesta iti determina destinul!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4152788637027620127?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4152788637027620127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4152788637027620127' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4152788637027620127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4152788637027620127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Be carefull if you think you stand, you just might be sinking...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7908087564606336849</id><published>2009-02-01T15:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:33:11.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cantarea biruintei e in inima mea&lt;br /&gt;Am gustat din Cupa Vietii&lt;br /&gt;Vino si tu...si bea&lt;br /&gt;Isus e carma, iar eu corabia&lt;br /&gt;El ma ghideaza chiar si-n ape-adanci&lt;br /&gt;Domnul meu ma tine chiar si-atunci&lt;br /&gt;Cand cad franta...&lt;br /&gt;Cand mintea mi se-ntuneca...&lt;br /&gt;Cand pasul imi aluneca...&lt;br /&gt;Ma sterg la ochi de lacrimi si Il vad pe El!&lt;br /&gt;"Mi-e greu, o, Doamne sa merg spre Lumina&lt;br /&gt;Cand in juru-mi oamenii arunca intuneric,&lt;br /&gt;Eu luminez prea slab, nu stiu sa dreg fitilul,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pun ulei in candela...&lt;br /&gt;O, vino de-mi ajuta,&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma, condu-ma, pe calea vesniciei pe care-ai daruit...&lt;br /&gt;Eu franta de pacate, vin azi la Tin` murdara,&lt;br /&gt;Si-Ti cer inca o sansa, sa mai duc inc-o lupta!&lt;br /&gt;O, da-mi armura potrivita si lupta pentru mine,&lt;br /&gt;Caci singura o sa ajung infranta...&lt;br /&gt;De propriul eu, de propriul mine care striga:"O, ajuta!"&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca este iertare, caci crucea-ai indurat-o...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cine? Pentru un praf ca mine?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru-un gunoi ce sapa mai adanc in lume?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o ingamfata? Pentru o ipocrita?&lt;br /&gt;TU- Sfant, Neprihanit, Edenic...&lt;br /&gt;Murit-ai pentru mine, un nemernic...&lt;br /&gt;Eu trebuia sa fiu scuipata si batuta&lt;br /&gt;Ducand o cruce spre Golgota,&lt;br /&gt;De rani si bube doborata...&lt;br /&gt;NU TU, ce nu porti nici o vina...&lt;br /&gt;NU TU, ci eu, un vierme si-o tarana...fara sens...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dar TU-Iubirea-ntruchipata...&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai lasat batjocorit de-o mare gloata&lt;br /&gt;Cand eu aceasta soarta meritam&lt;br /&gt;NU TU, strapuns de suferinta...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O, Doamne meriti toata-a mea fiinta&lt;br /&gt;Si-acum in ceas de pocainta&lt;br /&gt;Vin, si ma-nchin cu reverenta&lt;br /&gt;Si-Ti dau Tie toata slava!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7908087564606336849?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7908087564606336849/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7908087564606336849' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7908087564606336849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7908087564606336849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/cantarea-biruintei-e-in-inima-mea-am.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6477057846665966133</id><published>2009-02-01T15:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:34:00.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strigat din adancuri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SYWnQj08C7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/AJ9Y1fq0rV0/s1600-h/378187318_e23e9d69de_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SYWnQj08C7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/AJ9Y1fq0rV0/s320/378187318_e23e9d69de_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297824439608282034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu disperare strig azi din furtuna&lt;br /&gt;Caci valuri mari cad asupra mea...&lt;br /&gt;Caci Tu Doamne esti a mea carma&lt;br /&gt;Tu poti sa-mi schimbi azi viata.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ia volanul din mainile mele stangace&lt;br /&gt;Condu-mi viata spre vesnicie&lt;br /&gt;Fii cu mine in stramtorari&lt;br /&gt;Coboara dupa mine-n adanc de mari&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Singura nu pot potoli vantul&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi inabusa pan` si cantul&lt;br /&gt;Singura nu pot sterge stricaciunea&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi pangareste rugaciunea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Te chem azi Isuse sa ma calauzesti in viata&lt;br /&gt;Te rog sa iei a mea povata&lt;br /&gt;Invata-ma sa port a mea cruce&lt;br /&gt;Cosmarul sa se transforme intr-un vis straluce`&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Calmeaza in mine oceanul ce rage&lt;br /&gt;Rupe lantul ce nu-l pot desface&lt;br /&gt;Cu disperare strig azi din furtuna&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ia a vietii mele carma...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ia locul pe care normal il ocup eu!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si din adancul marii plin de pocainta&lt;br /&gt;Strig de bucurie catre cerul inalt&lt;br /&gt;Caci m-ai pus pe culmi de biruinta&lt;br /&gt;Domnul meu drag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6477057846665966133?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6477057846665966133/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6477057846665966133' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6477057846665966133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6477057846665966133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/02/strigat-din-adancuri.html' title='Strigat din adancuri....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SYWnQj08C7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/AJ9Y1fq0rV0/s72-c/378187318_e23e9d69de_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1556523500738086133</id><published>2009-01-24T21:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:12:47.906+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Predestinare</title><content type='html'>"In El, Dumnezeu ne-a ales inainte de intemeierea lumii, ca sa fim sfinti si fara prihana inaintea Lui, dupace, in dragostea Lui,&lt;br /&gt;ne-a randuit mai dinainte sa fim infiati prin Isus Hristos, dupa buna placere a voiei Sale.."    Efeseni 1:4,5&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As dori sa dezbatem aceste versete. La ce credeti voi ca se refera? Ce intelegeti prin aceste versete?&lt;br /&gt;Astept raspunsuri:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1556523500738086133?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1556523500738086133/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1556523500738086133' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1556523500738086133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1556523500738086133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/predestinarearminianism.html' title='Predestinare'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3684231175741193201</id><published>2009-01-24T21:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:09:32.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lullaby of pain.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_38RfYrFYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_38RfYrFYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3684231175741193201?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3684231175741193201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3684231175741193201' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3684231175741193201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3684231175741193201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/lullaby-of-pain.html' title='lullaby of pain.....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3187639341556834210</id><published>2009-01-22T21:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:36:08.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...cat de nestatornica era lumea: intr-o zi te trateaza ca pe un idol si in ziua urmatoare, ca pe un vrajmas; ea te va osandi daca traiesti la un nivel mai jos, dar va face tot ce-i sta in putere pentru a te descuraja daca vei cauta sa traiesti pe un plan mai ridicat."(Genoveva)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"In life everybody gets labeled...People try to tell us who we are ment to be...but it`s up to us to decide weather or not the label fits. After everything I`ve done to fight it I finnaly understood the label I was ment to have...I would never be normal or ordinary...my destiny was to be extraordinary...This is the label I`ve accepted, and now it`s my responsibility to earn it..."(Kyle)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering...As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as deep-burning coals"(Bruce Lee)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ce minunata lucrare e omul! Cat de nobila ii este inteligenta! Ce nemasurate ii sunt facultatile! In alcatuirea si in miscarile sale, cat de expresiv si admirabil! Ca un inger in faptele sale! Ca un zeu in puterea sa de intelegere!" (Hamlet)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Credinta nu este un act savarsit o singura data ci o neintrerupta privire aruncata din inima lui Dumnezeu."(A.W.Tozer)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Cu cat ma lupt mai mult sa surprind esenta Lui divina, cu atat mai putin o inteleg dar si aceasta imi este destul; cu cat Il inteleg mai putin, cu atat Il ador mai mult."(Jean Jacques Rousseau)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Decide ce-ti doresti, iar apoi fii consecvent in privinta acelui tel. Nu devia de pe traseu-indiferent cat de mult timp iti ia sau cat de greu este drumul- pana nu ti-ai implinit obiectivul propus." (Henry Ford)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3187639341556834210?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3187639341556834210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3187639341556834210' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3187639341556834210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3187639341556834210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/citate.html' title='Citate...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4225813920366723851</id><published>2009-01-20T00:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:36:39.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.W. Tozer'/><title type='text'>The broken toy heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SXT76rTVLMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sIVnBmQ2nQM/s1600-h/angel-clasped-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SXT76rTVLMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sIVnBmQ2nQM/s320/angel-clasped-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293132447541963970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tata, inimei mele fricoase ii este frica sa renunte la jucariile ei. Nu ma pot despartii de ele fara ca inima mea sa sangereze, si nu incerc sa ascund de Tine teama de a ma despartii.&lt;br /&gt;Vin tremurand dar vin!&lt;br /&gt;Te rog smulge din inima mea acele lucruri pe care le-am pretuit asa mult si care au devenit in mare parte viata mea, asa ca intra acolo fara un rival"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 A.W.Tozer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4225813920366723851?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4225813920366723851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4225813920366723851' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4225813920366723851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4225813920366723851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-toy-heart.html' title='The broken toy heart...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SXT76rTVLMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sIVnBmQ2nQM/s72-c/angel-clasped-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-2692701336796096745</id><published>2009-01-15T14:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:37:30.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curatenia de...(e aproape) primavara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SW8x28clTgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4m-ZUFnxJwk/s1600-h/small-broom-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SW8x28clTgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4m-ZUFnxJwk/s320/small-broom-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291502907192331778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e inca iarna dar simt ca desi fac curatenii periodice...inca e nevoie de o curatenie generala de primavara....&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa-mi gasesc ziua in care sa nu fac nimica, ci pur si simplu sa stau si sa ascult vocea din interiorul meu...vocea Domnului!&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca panze mari de pacate atarna de peretii sufletului meu...scamele si praful s-au adunat pe la colturi si mici paraziti incearca sa se strecoare nevazuti in cele mai laturalnice locasuri din interiorul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Prea mult am lasat ghemotoacele de praf sa se adune sub mantaua caracterului si incepe sa arate cam invechit de la lupta continua impotriva acelorasi murdarii...&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa scot matura si dezinfectantul si sa fac curatenie in interior pentru ca prea mult am zabovit in a face curatenia generala pe care interiorul meu o asteapta! Prea mult m-am ingrijit de ce e trecator si efemer...de suprafata! E timpul sa ma ingrijesc mai mult de ceea ce e vesnic....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tu cand ai facut ultima data curatenie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2692701336796096745?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2692701336796096745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2692701336796096745' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2692701336796096745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2692701336796096745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/curatenia-dee-aproape-primavara.html' title='Curatenia de...(e aproape) primavara!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SW8x28clTgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4m-ZUFnxJwk/s72-c/small-broom-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7016632334066441806</id><published>2009-01-09T21:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:18:48.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland....</title><content type='html'>I simply love a place...&lt;br /&gt;One day I asked God to give me something that will make me go over and over again in one place...so it was time to go there again...and I started looking for things, people or events that will make me love that place...I really wanted to go back again with all my little heart...As the days were passing, and it was almost time to go I began to be sad because I did not find that glimpse that would make me come back full of all the joy in the world...&lt;br /&gt;But in my sadness...God said: "Just watch carefully before you leave!" After I looked into my heart again, and watched around a bit I simply saw the glimpse...how could I miss it??...This place is defined by LOVE! It`s so simple, but in it`s humbleness I found hope. It`s so full of sin, but also so full of God...in it`s clutter I found peace...&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t realize at first...but God really gave me more than I asked...I asked for a special person or feeling that could make me want to go back from the bottom of my heart...and He gave me the place it`s self! &lt;br /&gt;I love everything that sorrounds me there: the people first of all, the landscape, the church, the friends I make there, the bed I sleep in, the food I eat...simply everything...&lt;br /&gt;So...I simply love a place...and I will go back every time with all my heart and full of all the joy in the world....Can you guess where this place is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7016632334066441806?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7016632334066441806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7016632334066441806' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7016632334066441806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7016632334066441806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7489079532586258766</id><published>2009-01-03T22:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:10:44.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toti trei, Domnul si-o pisica....</title><content type='html'>"Afara ninge linistit&lt;br /&gt;Si-n soba arde focul..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Asa poate incepe povestea unui Craciun autentic petrecut la bunici anul acesta. Sa stau la caldura sobei, sa prajesc seminte pe soba si sa il ascult pe bunicul cum ne invata din Biblie sunt niste bucurii pentru mine. E asa de placut sa auzi intelepciunea celor batrani care te invata lectii din viata lor brazdata cu experiente...&lt;br /&gt;       Mi s-a parut asa de frumoasa imaginea in care eu imi citeam cusurile, bunicul citea ceva proza iar bunica, langa el, pe pat, citea o carte de poezii. Pisica statea ghemuita pe covor iar Domnul se uita la noi zambind.&lt;br /&gt;Am mers la colindat alaturi de copii si ne-am bucurat cand am vazut ca putem aduce bucurie pe chipul oamenilor care ne asteptau cu mere si nuci...&lt;br /&gt;       E asa pasnic Craciunul cand totul afara-i alb si turturii stau agatati de acoperis, soarele isi arata razele printre nori si zapada straluceste de bucurie la intalnirea cu acesta. Noi mai punem un lemn pe foc, ne incalzim picioarele sub o patura pufoasa si savuram tacuti un ceai privind miracolul iernii de afara...&lt;br /&gt;       E asa placut sa te reintorci la lucrurile simple ale copilariei cand te bucuri de prima ninsoare si de scartaitul zapezii sub papuci; cand rupeai turturii si ii crantaneai intre dinti si te jucai in zapada nestingherit.&lt;br /&gt;       Minunea sarbatoririi nasterii lui Isus intr-o inima curata, in simplitatea unei case umile in timp ce lumea agitata isi arunca minciunile in toate partile...&lt;br /&gt;       Am descoperit minunea Craciunului: sa poti face liniste in suflet cand in jurul tau e agitatie...sa poti sa te intorci la adevarurile Scripturii cand lumea iti intinde toate scrierile omenirii...sa poti sta in simplitate, renuntand la o lume deja prea complicata prin simpla-i existenta...&lt;br /&gt;       Isus inca se naste in inimile care aleg sa se simplifice de drgaul Lui, nu sa se complice de dragul lumii!&lt;br /&gt;       Ce am invatat de acest Craciun?- Am invatat sa ma smeresc, Isus m-a invatat sa ma opresc din ropotul lumii prea agitate si sa ma intorc in Scripturi...&lt;br /&gt;       L-am gasit pe Isus in lucrurile din jurul meu, in bucuriile copilariei si ninsoarea lina, in batranii casei Sale si in simplitatea unei vieti inchinate Lui cu desavarsire.....&lt;br /&gt;Totusi realitatea va fi mereu mai diferita....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7489079532586258766?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7489079532586258766/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7489079532586258766' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7489079532586258766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7489079532586258766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2009/01/toti-trei-domnul-si-o-pisica.html' title='Toti trei, Domnul si-o pisica....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3227636569195907325</id><published>2008-12-15T00:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:01:38.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neobisnuit de obisnuit.....</title><content type='html'>Cu totii suntem unici in felul nostru...insa pentru faptul ca ne numim crestini, ar trebui sa si facem ceva ca sa ne dobandim acest statut....De aceea sunt unele lucruri pe care TOTI crestinii adevarati ar trebui sa le aiba in comun, lucruri pe care Isus ni le spune ca ar trebui sa le facem!&lt;br /&gt;Lucrurile pe care Isus ne invata ca trebuie sa le facem le catalogam drept ciudate, neobisnuite...dar cred ca nu ar trebui sa ni se para asa...ca si crestini, tot ce ne cere Isus sa facem, ar trebui sa facem pentru slava Lui, pentru ca Il iubim, pentru ca vrem ca Numele Lui sa fie inaltat, nu pentru ca ne simtim obligati sau pentru ca asa credem ca am putea sa Il rasplatim cumva.&lt;br /&gt;In Matei 5:38-48, Isus ne invata cateva lucruri pe care ar trebui sa le facem ca si crestini:&lt;br /&gt;1. Atunci cand cineva ne loveste, ar trebui sa il lasam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sa nu va impotriviti celui ce va face rau. Ci oricui va loveste peste obrazul drept, intoarce-i si pe celalalt"(v.39)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ceea ce vrea Domnul sa zica aici e ca nu ar trebui sa avem un spirit razbunator, ci ar trebui sa ne punem increderea in El mereu si sa nu ne lasam biruiti de ispita de a gandi rau impotriva cuiva, sau chiar de a trece la fapte!&lt;br /&gt;2.Sa nu-ti faci singur dreptate, ci sa te daruiesti pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Orisicui vrea sa se judece cu tine, si sa-ti ia haina, lasa-i si camasa. Daca te sileste cineva sa mergi cu el o mila de loc, mergi cu el doua. Celui ce-ti cere, da-i; si nu intoarce spatele celui ce vrea sa se imprumute de la tine."(v.40-42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chiar daca s-ar putea sa fi neindreptatit de multe ori, lasa-L pe Domnul sa iti faca dreptate. Nu incerca sa fii tu judecator vazand paiul din ochiul altuia! Nu te mai plange ca ti-e greu sa ajuti pe altul pentru ca si tu ai nevoi, ca esti obosit, ca pe tine nu te ajuta nimeni in schimb...da tot ce ai mai bun din tine! Domnul zice ca "sa iubesti pe aproapele tau ca pe tine insuti", nu? Oare tu cat te iubesti pe tine atunci cand nu arati iubire fata de cei din jur?&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Iubiti pe vrajmasii vostri, binecuvantati pe cei ce va blastama, faceti bine celor ce va urasc si rugati-va pentru cei ce va asupresc si va prigonesc"(v. 44)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-primul instinct al firii pamantesti ar fi sa se razbune atunci cand cineva iti face rau, sa injuri, sa gandesti de rau, sa bagi bete in roate! Dar ideea e ca tu trebuie sa fii pe dos. Un copil al lui Dumnezeu nu se va identifica niciodata cu multimea, pentru ca el nu face parte din multime, el face parte din elita Cerului!&lt;br /&gt;4.Pe dos dar totusi pe fata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Daca iubiti numai pe cei ce va iubesc, ce rasplata mai asteptati? Nu fac asa si vamesii? Si daca imbratisati cu dragoste numai pe fratii vostri,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ce lucru neobisnuit faceti?&lt;/span&gt; Oare paganii nu fac la fel&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-iubirea adevarata e atunci cand iubesti chiar si pe cel ce nu te iubeste! Atunci cand reusesti sa treci peste barierele fizice, atitudinale si comportamentale vei reusi sa iubesti cu adevarat! Adica numai atunci cand indiferent de ce ti-ar face un om, tu sa ii arati dragoste neconditionata. Daca tu iti iubesti felul tau de a fi, de a gandi, de a arata, cine esti tu sa judeci pe altii? Orice om greseste la un moment dat, chiar si tu; ce ai zice daca cineva te-ar respinge, injura, barfi, lovi pe tine? Dar oare ce zice persoana careia tu ii faci toate aceste lucruri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fii normal pentru cer, trebuie sa fi anormal pe pamant!&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand toti oamenii te vor considera ciudat pentru ca te porti exact cum zice Dumnezeu, atunci tu vei fi normal in ochii Lui.&lt;br /&gt; Cand obtii acordul lui Dumnezeu nu ai nevoie de acordul oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt; Daca faci ceea ce iti zice Domnul, vei fi poate batjocorit, marginalizat, facut mincinos, acuzat pe nedrept...dar "ce ii foloseste unui om sa castige toata lumea daca isi pierde sufletul"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3227636569195907325?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3227636569195907325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3227636569195907325' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3227636569195907325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3227636569195907325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/12/neobisnuit-de-obisnuit.html' title='Neobisnuit de obisnuit.....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-4820530442731366386</id><published>2008-12-10T02:36:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:38:22.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a broken, sad heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ST8TmRYO3RI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P8O9D60O13Y/s1600-h/God+heals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ST8TmRYO3RI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P8O9D60O13Y/s320/God+heals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277958836522507538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile mele Doamne nu sunt ceresti&lt;br /&gt;Si pasul meu nu calca, Doamne, pe calea Ta&lt;br /&gt;Sunt asa murdara incat mi-e rusine de mine&lt;br /&gt;De calea mea plina de gropi,&lt;br /&gt;De felul meu prefacut de-a fi,&lt;br /&gt;De gandul meu, de mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ai mila de mine&lt;br /&gt;In indurarea Ta cea mare&lt;br /&gt;Si curata-ma ca pe zapada&lt;br /&gt;Caci alba vreau sa fiu pentru Imparatia Ta, pentru Tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele mele nu Te-au laudat intotdeauna&lt;br /&gt;Si ochii mei n-au privit mereu spre cer&lt;br /&gt;Inima mea nu Te-a laudat doar pe Tine&lt;br /&gt;Si nu m-am inchinat neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Te-am izgonit cand m-am mandrit cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;Te-am dat afara cand lumea-am preferat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scapa-ma Doamne caci pe Tine te caut&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa ma schimb, pentru cer sa fiu imbracat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, o Doamne prea bine Legea Ta&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca trebuie sa zic la om despre Tine&lt;br /&gt;Dar oare eu pun in practica iubirea Ta?&lt;br /&gt;Si vestesc mereu ce faci Tu pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;"Dumnezeu e cu mine" inseamna enorm in mine&lt;br /&gt;Dar arat eu la lume lucrul acesta?&lt;br /&gt;Sau stau in banca Bisericii si iarasi adorm?&lt;br /&gt;Si uit invatatura Ta vesnica ce ma-nvata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Doamne Sfant in indurarea Ta cea mare&lt;br /&gt;Ai mila de mine pacatoasa&lt;br /&gt;Transpune-ma in cer, de pe pamant&lt;br /&gt;Si doar cu Tine sa-mi traiesc eu viata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajuta-ma sa inteleg ca sunt o sfanta&lt;br /&gt;Si lupt sa scot pacatul din interiorul meu&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc eu ca atare? Am eu a Ta ravna?&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc cum ma inveti Tu in Cuvantul Tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cand gandul meu imi fuge,&lt;br /&gt;Piciorul meu ma lasa,&lt;br /&gt;Cand ispita-n jurul meu se joaca&lt;br /&gt;Cand satan ma minte iar&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi putere sa aplic Cuvantul Tau&lt;br /&gt;Sa Te vad chiar daca e-nnorat&lt;br /&gt;Si fa-ma o lumina&lt;br /&gt;Si Doamne, schimba-ma...&lt;br /&gt;Caci vreau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-4820530442731366386?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4820530442731366386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=4820530442731366386' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4820530442731366386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/4820530442731366386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts-of-broken-sad-heart.html' title='Thoughts of a broken, sad heart....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/ST8TmRYO3RI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P8O9D60O13Y/s72-c/God+heals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7247662511024603640</id><published>2008-11-18T23:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:53:23.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Present of  joy....</title><content type='html'>Cum ma simt acuma? ce pot sa spun mai mult decat ca ma simt ca o punga de cadouri de Craciun. simt ca din mine explodeaza o gramada de emotii care imi iradiaza tot trupul si ma fac sa ma simt minunat. de ce acest sentiment de mangaiere profunda, de blandete si dragoste vesnica?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca sunt copila unui Rege minunat si maret care ma iubeste asa de mult!!! Gandeste-te ca sunt asa de pacatoasa si asa de murdara si pangarita de pacat incat merit sa stau intr-o groapa de noroi, nu merit nimica pe lumea asta....si totusi sunt mostenitoarea cerului! Merit murdaria si ignoranta si batjocura Aceluia pe care L-am ranit. Marturisesc ca am ranit o Persoana draga mie...si asa imi pare de rau incat Omnul acesta trebuia sa se razbune pe mine incat sa ma faca una cu pamantul...si stii ce a facut??? M-a ridicat, m-a sters de noroi, mi-a ingrijit ranile, m-a imbracat in cele mai faine haine de printesa si mi-a dat si o mostenire imensa...nu merit nimic din ce mi-a dat, dar El a insistat. Mi-a zis ca ma iubeste "cu o iubire vesnica" si ca va avea grija de mine mereu...si Il cred pentru ca mi-a promis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7247662511024603640?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7247662511024603640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7247662511024603640' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7247662511024603640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7247662511024603640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/present-of-joy.html' title='Present of  joy....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3431761536055957354</id><published>2008-11-09T23:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:59:24.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>scuze. Scuze! SCUZE, sCuZe...</title><content type='html'>De ce putem vorbi despre orice? Nici un subiect nu mai e tabu in ziua de azi...daca bunicii nostri se roseau atunci cand vorbeau despre un sarut(daca vorbeau!!!), in ziua de azi vorbim cu usurinta despre sex sau alte subiecte care in trecut erau TABU...Insa o roata s-a inversat total pe dos...daca inainte Biserica era institutia principala in stat, si ce zicea preotul era lege....astazi, daca aducem discutia despre Biserica sau Dumnezeu, toti isi astupa urechile, dintr-o data devin surzi si muti sau schimba subiectul.&lt;br /&gt;Mai, acuma stiu ca bolile s-au diversificat peste ani, dar oare ce boala o fii asta? 5 minute esti surd si mut si apoi in mod miraculos iti revii? Ar trebui consultat un medic...sau oare are si el aceeasi boala?&lt;br /&gt;Atatea scuze gasim cand e vorba despre credinta sau moralitate. "Trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu iubitul/a", "Am cursuri!", "Mi-am uitat puiul in cuptor" etc....&lt;br /&gt;De ce avem atatea justificari cand e vorba despre pocainta? Macar stii sensul cuvantului "pocait" ? Dex-ul zice ca:POCĂÍ, pocăiesc, vb. IV. Refl. 1. (În concepţiile religioase) A-şi mărturisi păcatele săvârşite, a se căi şi a căuta să obţină iertare prin post şi rugăciuni. ♦ A manifesta părere de rău, a avea remuşcări, a se căi pentru o faptă, o greşeală.&lt;br /&gt;Deci ii chiar asa de rau sa fii pocait? Cand e vorba despre suflet avem intotdeauna Scuze! Scuzele sunt niste motive impaiate cu minciuni...&lt;br /&gt;Ne vorbeste Dumnezeu, ne avertizeaza Duhul Sfant, dar noi ne blindam urechile, ne acoperim ochii...poate va fi singura avertizare. Motto-ul diavolului e "lasa pe maine!"...dar daca maine nu mai esti? Te risti sa ajungi in iad?...&lt;br /&gt;Daca astazi va veni Dumnezeu si te va chema la Judecata...ce SCUZE vei gasi? El stie totul, nu ai cum sa Il minti, pe mine poate ma poti mintii...dar pe El nu...Daca ai lucruri ascunse, Dumnezeu le demasca.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intelege gresit, Dumnezeu ne iubeste enorm si nu ne obliga sa facem nimic din ce nu vrem...dar cred ca ar trebui sa facem o miscare numai de dragul Lui, din dragoste ca macar a murit pentru noi, chiar daca era Sfant! Eu si tu si noi trebuia sa fim rastigniti pe crucea aia...dar a ales-o El, te-a protejat si a suferit si a murit pentru tine, pentru ca te iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce o sa faci sa-I multumesti??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sCuZe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3431761536055957354?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3431761536055957354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3431761536055957354' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3431761536055957354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3431761536055957354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/scuze-scuze-scuze-scuze.html' title='scuze. Scuze! SCUZE, sCuZe...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8895410394734154258</id><published>2008-11-08T23:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:01:23.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a friend for life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SRYMJ6w51dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c4yF5lKhMm4/s1600-h/copilas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SRYMJ6w51dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c4yF5lKhMm4/s320/copilas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266410178789103058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau un prieten pe viata care sa ma faca sa ma simt intreaga, dorita dar in acelasi timp libera, spontana, creativa si limitata...sa-mi aminteasca cine sunt, once in a while, care sa ma faca sa rad cand de fapt ar trebui sa plang, care sa fie next to me chiar daca nu ma intelege prea bine dar sta langa mine doar pentru ca prin gesturile pe care le fac ii par interesanta si dulce, puternica si stangace, buna dar si acrisoara....vreau un prieten pe viata care sa-mi fie companion cand vom revolutiona lumea...care, oricat de ciudat ar fi ce i-as cere, totusi sa-mi aduca fara sa puna intrebari si care sa stea alaturi de mine desi plang si nu vreau sa spun nici un cuvant, care sa fie calm in locul meu dar saritor si dornic cand eu sunt incurcata.&lt;br /&gt;Care sa ma uimeasca doar prin simplul fapt ca e el insusi, fara masca, fara retusuri. I like him to be clumsy and funny and sad and mad about me with no regrets or limits...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca el sa ma vrea asa cum sunt......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8895410394734154258?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8895410394734154258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8895410394734154258' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8895410394734154258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8895410394734154258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-friend-for-life.html' title='I want a friend for life....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SRYMJ6w51dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c4yF5lKhMm4/s72-c/copilas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6017791968610698953</id><published>2008-11-02T04:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:58:05.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just 99....not 100, things about me</title><content type='html'>1. i like to read&lt;br /&gt;2.i love english&lt;br /&gt;3.folosesc post it-uri&lt;br /&gt;4. am o agenda aproape plina de citate&lt;br /&gt;5.imi place sa scriu(sa compun poezii)&lt;br /&gt;6. i am a child of God&lt;br /&gt;7.citesc Biblia&lt;br /&gt;8.am un ursuletz de plus cu care dorm&lt;br /&gt;9.iubesc ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;10.am o iubire secreta&lt;br /&gt;11.imi plac persoanele ce poarta ochelari, au strunga, vorbesc sasait sau rarait&lt;br /&gt;12. ma autocercetez constant&lt;br /&gt;13. sunt complexata de fizicul meu&lt;br /&gt;14.imi plac ochii mei, albastrii&lt;br /&gt;15.nu imi place sa ma ingrijesc excesiv&lt;br /&gt;16.imi place sa citesc blog-uri&lt;br /&gt;17. urasc politica&lt;br /&gt;18.iubesc sa fac poze&lt;br /&gt;19. imi place sa dansez in ploaie&lt;br /&gt;20.culoarea mea preferata e negru&lt;br /&gt;21.imi place sa-mi amintesc de copilarie(si sa ma port ca atare, uneori)&lt;br /&gt;22.i love people&lt;br /&gt;23. sunt cam naiva&lt;br /&gt;24.imi place sa zambesc&lt;br /&gt;25. sunt ciudata&lt;br /&gt;26. sunt baietoasa&lt;br /&gt;27. visul meu e sa zbor...cu parasuta&lt;br /&gt;28.imi place sa inot&lt;br /&gt;29.sunt gurmanda&lt;br /&gt;30.am o colectie de servetele&lt;br /&gt;31. urasc rutina&lt;br /&gt;32.ma uit la desene animate&lt;br /&gt;33. sunt o romantica incurabila&lt;br /&gt;34.nu-mi place sa port tocuri&lt;br /&gt;35.vorbesc cam mult&lt;br /&gt;36.am fost internata in spital de 3 ori (la 6, 9 si 18 ani)&lt;br /&gt;37.iubesc caderea frunzelor, toamna si dezgolirea pomilor de flori, primavara&lt;br /&gt;38.imi place sa-mi prind parul in 2 cozi&lt;br /&gt;39. am in jur de 10 agende, toate incepute, doar 1 terminata&lt;br /&gt;40.imi plac cadourile hand-made&lt;br /&gt;41.i decorate usual stuff&lt;br /&gt;42.imi place sa merg la munte, drumetii &amp;amp; stuff&lt;br /&gt;43.nu fumez, nu am fumat niciodata, si nici nu o sa o fac&lt;br /&gt;44.imi plac semnele de carte&lt;br /&gt;45.nu-mi place sa ma simt obligata sa fac ceva&lt;br /&gt;46.imi place sa cant spre slava lui Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;47. nu ma prea las ajutata, i like to do things on my own&lt;br /&gt;48. i love tote bags&lt;br /&gt;49.sunt lenesa&lt;br /&gt;50.de obicei dorm pe burta&lt;br /&gt;51.singurele magazine in care as petrece peste o ora ar fi librariile si magazinele cu obiecte de design de interior(si obiecte pt casa)&lt;br /&gt;52. i hate shopping for clothes&lt;br /&gt;53.i`m single&lt;br /&gt;54.nu-mi plac plantele de apartament&lt;br /&gt;55. am avut o pisica&lt;br /&gt;56.mi-ar place sa stau la casa(mica dar sa aiba curte si balcoane mari:D)&lt;br /&gt;57.iubesc orasul Timisoara(si strain, Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;58 stiu sa numar pana la 10 in 5 limbi&lt;br /&gt;59.stiu doar 2 strofe din Luceafarul&lt;br /&gt;60.am o ratza de cauciuc luata ca suvenit de la "cursa ratzushtelor 2008"&lt;br /&gt;61.am doar o pereche de adidasi&lt;br /&gt;62.imi place de George Bacovia si nu-mi place de Mihai Eminescu&lt;br /&gt;63.imi place sa umblu desculta&lt;br /&gt;64. iubesc sa stau intinsa in iarba&lt;br /&gt;65.ascult muzica alternative rock&lt;br /&gt;66.urasc manelele si muzica populara romaneasca&lt;br /&gt;67.nu mi-am cumparat niciodata un parfum, toate le-am primit&lt;br /&gt;68.stiu sa scriu cu ambele maini&lt;br /&gt;69.cand merg cu cineva pe strada imi place sa stau in partea lui/ei stanga&lt;br /&gt;70.imi place sa urmaresc toate etapele unui rasarit de soare(si apus, dar mai putin), e interesant cum se "naste" soarele in fiecare dimineata&lt;br /&gt;71.nu mi-am vopsit niciodata parul&lt;br /&gt;72.nu-mi place sa ma machiez&lt;br /&gt;73. i like the "out-of-bed" look&lt;br /&gt;74.imi plac baietii timizi...&lt;br /&gt;75.sunt din cale afara de sociabila&lt;br /&gt;76.am 40 de playlist-uri pe youtube&lt;br /&gt;77. am citit Apocalipsa de 3 ori&lt;br /&gt;78.visez sa revolutionez lumea&lt;br /&gt;79.sunt la facultatea de Jurnalism, anul I&lt;br /&gt;80.imi place sa rontzai boabe de cafea&lt;br /&gt;81.am doar o caracteristica pentru sotul perfect&lt;br /&gt;82.imi plac lucrurile vechi si mirosul cartilor de la anticariat&lt;br /&gt;83.urasc singuratatea&lt;br /&gt;84. nu am nici o fobie&lt;br /&gt;85.sunt dezordonata&lt;br /&gt;86.nu stiu sa cant la nici un instrument&lt;br /&gt;87.consider ca cei ce fac graffiti sunt cei mai mari artisti&lt;br /&gt;88.intotdeauna am crezut ca o sa mor nebuna, inchisa intr-un sanatoriu(inca mai cred:P)&lt;br /&gt;89.as vrea sa invat portugheza&lt;br /&gt;90.nu am calarit niciodata&lt;br /&gt;91.nu-mi place sa port bijuterii&lt;br /&gt;92.ziua mea de nastere e in aceeasi zi cu solstitiul de vara si cu ziua printului William&lt;br /&gt;93.toate rudele mele de gradul I sunt in viata&lt;br /&gt;94.sunt incapatanata&lt;br /&gt;95.port 40 la papuci&lt;br /&gt;96.tin un jurnal personal&lt;br /&gt;97.nu mi-am facut niciodata o pedichiura sau o manichiura la un salon de cosmetica&lt;br /&gt;98.mi-ar place sa primesc un buchet de 100 de trandafiri&lt;br /&gt;99.imi place sa uit de mine cand merg singura pe strada, si brusc incep sa visez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6017791968610698953?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6017791968610698953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6017791968610698953' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6017791968610698953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6017791968610698953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-99not-100-things-about-me.html' title='just 99....not 100, things about me'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1871599312323233798</id><published>2008-11-02T01:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:48:55.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why are you clapping about?...I`m talking about you!!!"</title><content type='html'>I feel so miserable.....I was sitting here talking to God about all the wrong stuff that happen in my life...and I soon realised that I am not what my Father wants me to be....I read in my Bible this verse:"Sfasiati-va inimile, nu hainele si intoarceti-va la Domnul, Dumnezeul vostru. Caci El este milostiv si plin de indurare, indelung rabdator si bogat in bunatate, si-I pare rau de relele pe care le trimite."...I am a filthy rag, full of sin, I am so broken inside that right now I feel like I am in a land far away from here.....the problem is that I know that God can forgive me, but I can`t forgive myself for coming to Him asking forgiveness for the same stupid mistake a make each day and each second of my filthy life:((....God also said: "Te iubesc cu o iubire vesnica, deaceea iti pastrez bunatatea mea..." and because He loves me so much, and because He promised, I know He allready forgived me for all my stupid mistakes....but I`m so selfish sometimes and so bad. I`m such a loud mouth and I don`t practice God`s Word....do you know what my problem is? I know many things, I know that God has a plan for my life, but the problem is that I know I won`t do anything because I am not listening to Him, to His sweet voice...&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu ca Tu poti ierta si cel mai mare pacatos...nu ma indoiesc de asta....insa eu nu ma pot ierta pe mine...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e asa de greu sa cred ca o pot lua de la capat...am luat-o de atatea ori si....tot aici am ajuns. Oare nu o sa ajung din nou si din nou tot in acelasi loc? Cu ce e mai speciala data asta?&lt;br /&gt;Tot imi pare rau, tot vreau sa o iau de la capat. Asa am vrut si pana acuma...dar nu tot aici am ajuns?&lt;br /&gt;Domnul meu totul trebuie sa porneasca de la mine! Si eu simt ca nu sunt gata sa ma schimb...I`m a filthy rag...and I`m not going to change so easely...I know You have a plan for me...reveal Your plan Lord....I don`t want to do my will anymore....I am ashamed of me:((&lt;br /&gt;Lord...I am so ashamed!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. M-a doborat din nou si acuma rade de mine:((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1871599312323233798?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1871599312323233798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1871599312323233798' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1871599312323233798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1871599312323233798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-are-you-clapping-aboutim-talking.html' 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/&gt;Because I`m not so strong&lt;br /&gt;To defeat them&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll go along&lt;br /&gt;I`ll say yes!&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by the rain&lt;br /&gt;And falling from the stone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-2071232335291475790?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2071232335291475790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=2071232335291475790' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2071232335291475790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/2071232335291475790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='Me....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8188080923078399157</id><published>2008-11-01T16:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:45:50.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si chiar daca-asi fi fost neprihanita&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar de-ar fi sa umblu prin valea umbrei mortii,&lt;br /&gt;Aripa Ta ma tine si eu sunt fericita&lt;br /&gt;Si bratul Tau puternic invinge orice frica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar de-ar fi sa ratacesc o viata&lt;br /&gt;Prin negrele abisuri, prin groaznice cosmaruri&lt;br /&gt;Cu doar un simplu gest, pana si apa-ngheata&lt;br /&gt;Doar glasul tau imbie pana si sumbre valuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In noptile tarzii si fara de scapare&lt;br /&gt;Cand totu-n jurul meu e negru de-abanos&lt;br /&gt;Tu doar pocnesti din degete si soarele apare&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea dispare-n ceata si totul e frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin marea Ta putere si prin slavitu-Ti nume&lt;br /&gt;Inmiresmezi o viata a unui pacatos&lt;br /&gt;Cand totul pare jalnic si fara de renume&lt;br /&gt;Tu vi si dai speranta, culoare si miros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blandetea Ta abunda in lumea scufundata&lt;br /&gt;In negrele mocirle si santul unsuros,&lt;br /&gt;Tu vii si-Ti intinzi mana, afar` sa-i scoti indata&lt;br /&gt;Si uiti ce s-a-ntamplat si le dai iar folos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ei pleaca departe, nu-Ti spun nici "Multumesc!"&lt;br /&gt;In schimb Te ocarasc si Te batjocoresc&lt;br /&gt;Te suie sus pe-o cruce si arunca-n Tin` gunoaie,&lt;br /&gt;Si sting focul iubirii, ca pe-o mica vapaie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusine sa ne fie la toti din neam in neam&lt;br /&gt;La inceput eram cu Tine, cu totii Te iubeam&lt;br /&gt;Acum insa rusinea ne pleaca fruntea jos&lt;br /&gt;Dispare si vapaia si totu-i de prisos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar vine iarasi ziua cand fruntea va fi sus&lt;br /&gt;Va straluci vapaia, iubirea va salta&lt;br /&gt;Cand toti vedea-vom Mirele, pe Domnul nost` Isus,&lt;br /&gt;Cand totul va fi pace si toti ne vom ruga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel in aceasta viata sa ne purtam cu totii crucea&lt;br /&gt;Si cand ne vom unii cu totii sus in cer&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu fie nici unul, sa nu-si fi servit Domnul&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu fi fost ca Isus, cu gandul tot la cer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8188080923078399157?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8188080923078399157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8188080923078399157' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8188080923078399157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8188080923078399157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-chiar-daca-asi-fi-fost-neprihanita.html' title=''/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-3335675168047577837</id><published>2008-10-25T02:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:26:49.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Din El, prin El si pentru El sunt toate lucrurile..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mi se pare interesanta masura de "ingrediente" folosite pentru ca lumea aceasta sa fie creata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   "Din El..." au fost create toate lucrurile, din imaginatia Lui fara limite, lumea aceasta a luat forma si s-a transformat putin cate putin in cel mai minunat lucru. Din imaginatia Lui ne-a modelat pe noi, oamenii, pentru a deveni cea mai de pret opera de arta a Sa. Din imaginatia Lui cerul e mereu pictat in culori minunate iar natura e, pe departe, cel mai frumos peisaj, cel mai frumos spectacol al umanitatii pe care l-am vazut vreodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                "Prin El...", prin viziunea Lui ne-a creat noua cele mai bune standarde de viata. Prin viziunea Lui drumul nostru in viata e mai luminos, mai plin de sens si are un sfarsit glorios daca Ii urmam viziunea si ascultam ceea ce El are de spus. Prin El vom ajunge sus in vesnicie, pentru ca El stie totul despre noi, creatia Sa, si prin dragostea Lui totul e mai dulce, mai maret si mai plin de viitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Prin El toata viata noastra urca numai in sus, prin viziunea Lui noi, oamenii, suntem cel mai de pret bun al Sau si sub nici o forma nu ne va da drumul, caci prin dragostea Lui am ajuns unde suntem astazi si avem tot ce avem astazi. Prin viziunea Lui si prin dragostea Lui mareata ne numeste sfintii Lui, copiii Lui si mieluseii Lui, cand, defapt, ar trebui sa fim numiti nesimtiti, pacatosi si abjecti. Prin dragostea Lui suntem iertati si acceptati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               "Pentru El..." noi ar trebui sa renuntam la toate si sa-I dam totul Lui. Pentru El ar trebui sa apreciem tot ce a facut, in loc sa distrugem totul. Pentru El sunt facute toate lucrurile, nu stiu de ce ne mai incapatanam sa le mai pastram pentru noi. Pentru El, pentru gloria Lui, toate gesturile noastre ar trebui sa se imbie cu gesturile naturii si a tuturor lucrurilor din jur si sa creem o armonie perfecta prin care sa-I dam slava Lui....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               El....e Isus....si inca asteapta sa I se atribuie meritele..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-3335675168047577837?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3335675168047577837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=3335675168047577837' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3335675168047577837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/3335675168047577837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/10/din-el-prin-el-si-pentru-el-sunt-toate.html' title='&quot;Din El, prin El si pentru El sunt toate lucrurile...&quot;'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6917656044013634391</id><published>2008-10-12T13:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:45:35.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare tu IL cunosti?.....</title><content type='html'>"El a fost in lume, si lumea a fost facuta prin El, dar lumea nu L-a cunoscut. A venit la ai Sai, si ai Sai nu L-au primit."&lt;br /&gt;         Oare daca ai vedea un infractor pe strada si ai stii despre el ce a facut, faptul ca a fost la inchisoare si faptul ca ar fi in stare sa faca aceleasi fapte marsave din nou, ai dori sa fi vazut pe strada cu un astfel de om? Sau ai vrea tu, in primul rand, sa ai de-a face cu un astfel de om? Dar daca ai stii despre acelasi individ ca a intrat la inchisoare fiind nevinovat? Ai stii despre el ca a fost un om cinstit, a lucrat toata viata lui, a avut o familie buna si nu ar fi fost in stare sa omoare nici o musca, dar intr-o zi cineva a dat vina pe el pentru ceva ce nu a facut. Ce ai gandi atunci despre el?&lt;br /&gt;        Cunosc un Om care a patit exact acelasi lucru. A spus mereu adevarul, a ajutat pe oricine in orice situatie, a vindecat o multime de oameni, caci era doctor, era smerit si ascultator, familia Lui se inmultea pe zi ce trece....dar totusi niste oameni au hotarat ca El trebuie omorat pentru ca nu le convenea lor faptul ca acest Om era DIFERIT. El nu se conforma cerintelor societatii, era impotriva coruptiei, propovaduia adevarul, iubea neconditionat si umbla cu renegatii societatii pe care nimeni nu ii baga in seama.&lt;br /&gt;       Poate te-ai prins ca vorbesc despre Isus Hristos. Il cunosti tu pe Acela despre care vorbesc? De cele mai multe ori nu vrem sa-L cunoastem. Zici "vreau sa-mi traiesc viata la maxim, acum ca sunt tanar"....tu nu-ti dai seama ca Isus e  viata? Sau "vreau sa ma distrez in cluburi....ca asta e cea mai tare distractie!"....dar tu nu-ti dai seama ca Isus e bucuria suprema, distractia suprema?&lt;br /&gt;       De multe ori nu cunoastem unele lucruri pentru ca sunt prea mari pentru mintea noastra, sau sunt prea mici ca sa le bagam in seama. De ce nu e Isus bagat in seama? Pentru ca unii aleg sa traiasca in propria lor "cutie" si tot ce iasa din acea cutie e prea complicat. "Cum a putut un Om sa trezeasca oamenii din morti? Dar asa ceva e imposibil...", poate zici...dar cum poti sa te indoiesti de ceea ce a facut El sau de faptul ca El a inviat din morti cand dovezile sunt atat de clare?&lt;br /&gt;      Poate ca nu stii ce vrei de la viata, nu stii de ce existi pe lumea asta sau crezi ca nu-ti gasesti locul...ei bine, Isus e viata adevarata, El nu e o simpla poveste dintr-o carte, El e viu, inca traieste in inimile noatre. Nu ti se pare ciudat ca desi a  existat acum 2000 de ani, lumea inca mai vorbeste despre El, si daca Biblia nu ar fi fost adevarata de ce e cea mai raspandita Carte de pe glob? Poti sa-mi explici de ce unele din cele mai mari personalitati au fost uitate, dar Isus e inca cea mai controversata personalitate?&lt;br /&gt;       El e cea mai distractiva, loiala, de incredere, iubitoare(etc.) Persoana pe care am cunoscut-o vreodata. Daca vrei sa-L cunosti doar vorbeste cu El, nu e nimic complicat, nu e nici un ritual pe care trebuie sa il urmezi, doar pune-te intr-un loc confortabil si vorbeste cu El, o sa vezi ca e cea mai faina experienta pe care o poti avea in viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;       Nu te obliga nimeni sa faci nimic, doar incearca si daca apoi crezi ca nu merita efortul, renunta. Si inca ceva....sa nu-mi spui ca Isus nu exista sau ca e  mort pentru ca o sa te contrazic, chiar azi am vorbit cu El.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6917656044013634391?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6917656044013634391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6917656044013634391' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6917656044013634391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6917656044013634391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/10/oare-tu-il-cunosti.html' title='Oare tu IL cunosti?.....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-1850088833421814785</id><published>2008-09-26T12:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:25:06.855+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor de tot ceea ce era lumea cand eu nu eram pe pamant...Nu simteam durerea, nici suferinta, nu vedeam lacrimi, razboaie, avorturi, crime, priviri ucigase, oameni fara inima, coruptie, minciuna, divorturi, despartiri, nepasare, inselaciune, furt, abandon, dispret, ura, boala, agonie, umilinta, catastrofe.....&lt;p&gt;     Dar oare cum puteam sa nu ma nasc cand stiam ca in lume o sa vad si o sa simt iubirea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SNyqThfBxMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Tv69rxi_OsA/s320/i+love+you_0.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250258517989901506" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-1850088833421814785?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1850088833421814785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=1850088833421814785' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1850088833421814785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/1850088833421814785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/09/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMLzu_EPlnk/SNyqThfBxMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Tv69rxi_OsA/s72-c/i+love+you_0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-7598966460172644757</id><published>2008-09-26T11:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:19:26.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am chef de paradoxuri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;         Intotdeauna mi s-a parut interesant cum in acelasi timp, pe acest pamant, exact in aceeasi secunda unul primeste o veste proasta...si plange, iar altul primeste o veste atat de buna incat sare in sus de fericire. In timp ce aici e o nunta, acolo e o despartire, un divort. Asa cum aici lumea se bucura ca un nou copilas vine in lume, poate ca dincolo cineva isi plange mama moarta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Pentru mine azi a fost o zi a vestilor proaste, dar pentru altcineva ziua a fost strabatuta de un zambet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          E interesanta aceasta diversitate, acest mister al vietii care exista de cand lumea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          Acum in timp ce eu scriu...in lume cineva se naste, cineva moare, cineva se bucura, cineva sufera, cineva viseaza, cineva isi ia adio, cineva primeste flori, cineva e scuipat intre ochi, cineva e nepasator in fata vietii, cineva se roaga...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          Am ramas mereu impresionata de acest lucru...eu scriu deja de 6 minute, iar in aceste minute in lume s-au intamplat peste 6 miliarde lucruri diferite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          De asemenea au trecut miliarde de ganduri neauzite, de idei aplicate, de zambete daruite, de lacrimi ascunse...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-7598966460172644757?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7598966460172644757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=7598966460172644757' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7598966460172644757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/7598966460172644757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-chef-de-paradoxuri.html' title='Am chef de paradoxuri....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-6801160476164598660</id><published>2008-09-22T16:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:32:38.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acelasi joc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Si dupa ce am vazut si eu la multi chestia asta, am zis ca hai sa o fac si eu:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Put your musicplayer on shuffle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Press forward for each question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Use the song as the answer to the question even if it doesn`t make sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si am inceput:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knew- Pink &lt;/strong&gt;... "If someone said three years from now/you`d be long gone/who knew?" "If someone said&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;count your blesses now/for the long gone/I guess I just didn`t know how..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah- Plain White T`s &lt;/strong&gt;..."what`s it like in New York city" ???wow...maybe;;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iris- Goo Goo Dolls  "&lt;/strong&gt;when everything`s made to be broken,I just want you to know who I am"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martie, ma iubesti- Ci7ra perfecta ..&lt;/strong&gt;."fara Tine viata mea n-are nici un rost"...Doar Domnul stie cand va veni....si daca va veni:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your best friend`s theme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disturbia- Rihanna ...&lt;/strong&gt;"your mind is in disturbia"...:| no comment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilog- Vama Veche ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"lumea cu iubire va scapa", "dragostea va mai schimba ceva", "sa nu uiti de inima ta", "lumea asta moarta va-ncerca sa-ti fure dragostea", "celor care cred ca visele nu pot muri"......cred ca melodia asta spune totul:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time we touch- Cascada...&lt;/strong&gt; "I still here your voice....";))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You`re not alone- Meredith Andrews &lt;/strong&gt;...I`m not alone... ce pot sa cer mai mult?:-&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balada pentru o minune- Vank &lt;/strong&gt;"Te asteptam, bine-ai venit" "O viata si ceva langa tine vreau sa fiu".....ce frumos:D sentimentul e reciproc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Win or loose- Zero absoluto feat Nelly Furtado   &lt;/strong&gt;"En noce penso piu" cred ca party de ganduri noaptea sau somn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What song describes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supergirl-Raemon &lt;/strong&gt;"supergirls don`t cry"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. To describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you know- Jesse McCartney &lt;/strong&gt; "I souldn`t love you...but I want to" li se potriveste dupa ce poveste au avut in tinerete"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.How is your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairytale gone bad- Sunrise avenue &lt;/strong&gt;...se pare ca merge cam rau:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Octombrie, un zambet- Ci7ra perfecta  &lt;/strong&gt;"un nou inceput si pe chip un zambet" , "o inima am si aceea plange..." Pentru mine?:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rehab- Rihanna  &lt;/strong&gt;"you were like my lover and my best friend"? "I`ll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you" ? "Baby you`re my disease"? "My favorite drug" ?....wow...in sensul bun oare?;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithfully- Eric and Leslie Ludy  &lt;/strong&gt;sigur.....:-&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am- Leona Lewis   &lt;/strong&gt;nu imi dau seama....poate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever ever after- Carrie Underwood   &lt;/strong&gt;believe in ever ever efter...kaus it may be only a wish away:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August, esti tot- Ci7ra perfecta   &lt;/strong&gt;sa-L fac pe Domnul toata viata mea...El sa fie totul pentru mine... "Esti tot ce am nevoie"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesant joc....maybe maybe unele s-ar potrivi;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-6801160476164598660?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6801160476164598660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=6801160476164598660' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6801160476164598660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/6801160476164598660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/09/acelasi-joc.html' title='Acelasi joc...'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-624951645129080819</id><published>2008-09-22T13:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:24:54.942+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeu nu se lasa batjocorit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Crezi ca daca esti bogat nu mai ai nevoie de nimic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crezi ca daca esti destept toata lumea ti-e la picioare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crezi ca daca esti popular toata lumea te iubeste?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai....da-mi voie sa te contrazic....cine crezi ca ti-a dat toate lucrurile pe care le ai? Poate zici: "tata a avut un excelent talent in afaceri. A facut milioane, si eu am mostenit asta de la el", "mama era regina frumusetii, nu e de mirare ca si eu sunt populara", "bunicul era un lider innascut, de aceea eu pot sa conduc la fel de bine firma in locul lui", te amagesti singur! Daca tu ai impresia ca prin propriile tale puteri ai reusit sa castigi tot ce ai in momentul actual inseamna ca te minti singur. Nu te mai amagii, nu te mai crede mare si tare, pentru ca nu esti....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tot ce ai tu in momentul asta, casa, masini, bani, prieteni, familie, le ai datorita lui Dumnezeu! Poate o sa zici: "Iar prostii despre crestinism!"....Dar nu e asa: macar ai decenta si smerenia sa-I multumesti lui Dumnezeu pentru tot ce ai. Recunoste-I Domnului creditul! Nu-I fura din slava Lui pentru ca nu-I place! Dumnezeu a creat pamantul si tot ce ne inconjoara. El te-a creat pe tine si tot ce ai..."Ah! Doamne Dumnezeule, iata, Tu ai facut cerurile si pamantul cu puterea Ta cea mare si cu bratul Tau intins: nimic nu este de mirat din partea Ta!"(Ieremia 32:17)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai impresia ca esti suficient de bogat incat sa nu ai nici o grija in viata? Mai gandeste-te odata, pentru ca Cel ce ti-a dat viata ti-o si poate lua doar pocnind din degete. Ce bogatii ai tu? Bogatii pamantesti sau spirituale? Ce ai adunat tu pe pamant? Daca ar fi sa mori astazi, unde te duci? Ce va ramane in urma ta dupa ce vei parasi acest pamant? Cum o sa isi aminteasca lumea de tine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opreste-te din mersul tau pe o cale care nu duce nicaieri, alege calea Domnului, calea care duce la viata vesnica. Nu te mai minti singur pentru ca nu are rost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hotaraste in inima ta sa-ti imbogatesti viata in Domnul, sa-ti imbogatesti viata spirituala, pentru ca timpul trece si nu stii unde vei fi maine. Cand vei merge la judecata Domnul nu te va intreba "cati bani ai avut in buzunar? cat ai fost de popular?" ci "ce ai facut cu banii tai? ce ti-a ocupat gandurile si inima?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intoarce-te la Cel ce te iubeste cu o iubire vesnica si neconditionata! Nu m-ai pierde vremea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-624951645129080819?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/624951645129080819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=624951645129080819' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/624951645129080819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/624951645129080819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/09/dumnezeu-nu-se-lasa-batjocorit.html' title='Dumnezeu nu se lasa batjocorit....'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210143443079541221.post-8706685489126353198</id><published>2008-09-19T12:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:49:25.894+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Treziti-va oameni...nu mai pacatuiti!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;La momentul actual citesc Biblia in cartea Ieremia si cum ma intereseaza pe mine tare mult sa aflu cum era in trecut....adica unde sunt aceste locuri unde traia poporul Domnului, in prezent, din ce popoare antice ne-am nascut noi(inainte de daci si de romani)s.a. Ca sa aflu locatia exacta a vechilor popoare am bagat pe Google Earth numele lor din Biblie in speranta ca voi gasi ceva....si inca ce am gasit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In cartea Ieremia, Domnul prooroceste prin Ieremia care sunt popoarele care vor fi distruse de mania Domnului datorita pacatelor oamenilor. Citez "Eu am luat potirul din mana Domnului, si l-am dat sa-l bea toate neamurile la care ma trimetea Domnul: Ierusalimului si cetatilor lui Iuda [...], ca sa le faca daramaturi, intr-un pustiu, sa-i faca de batjocura si de blestem, cum se vede lucrul acesta astazi; lui Faraon, imparatul Egiptului[...] la toata Arabia[...] Edomului, Moabului si copiilor lui Amon; tuturor imparatilor Tirului, [...]Sidomului, si imparatilor ostroavelor cari sunt dincolo de mare; Dedanului; Temei, Buzului[...] Arabiei[...]Zimrei, tuturor imparatilor Elamului si tuturor imparatilor Mediei; tuturor imparatilor dela miazanoapte, de aproape sau de departe, si unora si altora, si tuturor imparatiilor lumii cari sunt pe fata pamantului"(Ieremia 25:17-26)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am localizat cateva din vechile popoare pe harta lumii de astazi: lucrul curios este ca Moab, Edom, Sidon si Elam sunt in America, dovada ca in trecut continentele chiar au fost unite si poporul Domnului a emigrat in toate colturile pamantului...deci cand Columb a descoperit America nu a fost un pamant sterp si nelocuit....acest fapt duce la concluzia ca America a fost locuita de peste 3000 de ani. Dedan e in India, Babilonul in Africa, la fel si Egiptul despre care mentioneaza Biblia. Dupa cum se stie Ierusalimul si tara Israelului e in Asia. Daca caut pe Google Earth sa-mi arate Iuda(ramasita din Israel) ma trimite undeva in estul Israelului intr-un loc numit Mesada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De asemenea daca cititi in cartea Isaia capitolele 7-8, 14-15, 17-25 o sa descoperiti ce se va intampla cu Israel, Asiria, Siria, Moab, Damasc, Etiopia, Egipt, Babilon, Edom, Arabia, Şebna, Tir, Iuda. Presupun ca se stie unde se afla Siria(nord-estul Israelului) cu Damasc(un oras mare in Siria), Etiopia(estul Africii) sau Arabia. In Isaia, Biblia vorbeste clar despre sfarsitul acestor natiuni, asa ca ar trebui sa nu ne mai intrebam de ce sunt atatea razboaie in aceste locuri, de ce foametea a ajuns in ultimul stadiu, de ce mor atatia oameni. Nu sunt singurii care vor pierii din cauza pacatelor savarsite ci la fel li se va intampla si: "[...]tuturor imparatiilor dela miazanoapte, de aproape sau de departe, si unora si altora, si tuturor imparatiilor lumii care sunt pe fata pamantului".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treziti-va oameni....nu mai pacatuiti, ci actionati!!! Pe langa toate urgiile pe care Domnul le-a proorocit impotriva acestor natiuni, El a promis ceva minunat celor ce se vor intoarce de la caile lor si Il vor urma pe El: "Binecuvantat sa fie omul, care se increde in Domnul, si a carui nadejde este Domnul! Caci el este ca un pom sadit langa ape care-si intinde radacinile spre rîu; nu se teme de caldura, cand vine, si frunzisul lui ramane verde; in anul secetei, nu se teme si nu inceteaza sa aduca roada"(Ieremia 17:7,8)....Aceasta e doar una din miile de promisiuni pe care Domnul le are pentru noi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar pe cat de minunate sunt binecuvantarile Sale, pe atat de groaznice sunt blestemurile Lui pentru aceia care nu asculta de El. Nu intelege gresit, nu e un Dumnezeu care da cu parul sau care te obliga sa faci ceva ce tu nu vrei....dar El e un Dumnezeu gelos care te iubeste atat de mult incat a dat chiar si pe Fiul Sau sa moara pentru tine. Viata de crestin nu e o viata plictisitoare ci o viata minunata si plina de binecuvantari. Trezeste-te si fa ceva! Nu mai sta caci Domnul vrea o relatie cu tine. Intoarce spatele pacatului si incepe o noua viata cu El...merita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Cautati in cartea Domnului, si cititi! Niciuna din toate acestea nu va lipsi, nici una nici alta nu vor da gres, caci gura Domnului a poruncit lucrul acesta[...]"(Ieremia 34:16)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210143443079541221-8706685489126353198?l=taceresisperanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8706685489126353198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210143443079541221&amp;postID=8706685489126353198' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8706685489126353198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210143443079541221/posts/default/8706685489126353198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taceresisperanta.blogspot.com/2008/09/treziti-va-oameninu-mai-pacatuiti.html' title='Treziti-va oameni...nu mai pacatuiti!!!'/><author><name>anka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11454148232401707343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkE1dk3Ooag/TqsqsQOdMdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vNR4qVvbpAw/s220/226038_10150173259482761_557572760_6756655_1431195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
