<?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-3179024166745876171</id><updated>2012-01-25T15:21:30.724+02:00</updated><category term='naive'/><category term='timp'/><category term='2009'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='puterea mintii'/><category term='destin'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='alegere'/><category term='gluma'/><category term='votare'/><category term='info'/><category term='puya'/><category term='noroc'/><category term='artist'/><category term='guess who'/><category term='george hora'/><category term='niciodata'/><category term='floare'/><category term='sentimente'/><category term='speranta'/><category 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term='manipulare'/><category term='socializing'/><category term='responsabilitate'/><category term='semne'/><category term='bob marley'/><category term='scenariu'/><category term='interviu'/><category term='complexe'/><category term='amintirile'/><category term='bani'/><category term='daruieste'/><category term='natura'/><category term='spike'/><category term='viciu'/><category term='viata'/><category term='inima'/><category term='copaci'/><title type='text'>calatoresc in jurul meu !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7833526083466993130</id><published>2012-01-25T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:21:30.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandul rupe bariera asteptarii,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci  cand imaginatia nu are granite...&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa imi incredintez sufletul uitarii,&lt;br /&gt;Azi imposibilul are noi limite...&lt;br /&gt;"Noi" fara limite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzica si culorile pluteau in jurul  tau,&lt;br /&gt;Beat de fericire tremuram...&lt;br /&gt;Si pierzandu-ma in ochii tai mari,&lt;br /&gt;De mana te tineam....&lt;br /&gt;Te priveam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speranta imi hraneste imaginatia,&lt;br /&gt;Dand frau liber gandului sa zboare...&lt;br /&gt;Deschide larg fereastra sufletului,&lt;br /&gt;O sa imi asez sarutul pe obrazul tau dulce...&lt;br /&gt;Ars usor de soare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Iulian Carnaru - Tu"&lt;/span&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/3179024166745876171-7833526083466993130?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7833526083466993130/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7833526083466993130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7833526083466993130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu.html' title='Tu!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8093196502356402803</id><published>2011-06-14T18:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:56:17.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E periculos sa iubesti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E periculos sa iubesti! Iubirea este ca un drog. La inceput ai senzatia de euforie, de abandon total. Apoi, a doua zi, vrei mai mult, inca nu este un viciu; dar iti place senzatia si iti inchipui ca o poti tine sub control. Te gandesti la persoana iubita vreme de 2 minute si uiti de ea timp de 3 ore. In scurt timp insa te obisnuiesti cu aceea persoana si incepi sa fii complet de ea. Acum te gandesti la ea 3 ore si uiti 2 minute. Daca ea nu este langa tine, incerci aceeasi senzatie ca si drogatii cand nu isi obtin drogul. In acel moment, asa cum drogatii fura si se injosesc ca sa faca rost de ceea ce le trebuie si tu esti dispus sa faci orice pentru dragoste!     &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Paulo Coelho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8093196502356402803?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8093196502356402803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-periculos-sa-iubesti.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8093196502356402803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8093196502356402803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-periculos-sa-iubesti.html' title='E periculos sa iubesti!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4447882095967662404</id><published>2011-03-03T11:42:00.032+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:56:21.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspectie (part1 - Inceputul)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am aparut pe lume intr-o vara, luna saptea'a&lt;br /&gt;Si nu aveam sa stiu ca asa incepe totul&lt;br /&gt;Eram micut, naiv crezand ca am tras cartea...&lt;br /&gt;Si aveam sa invat ca'i greu sa'ti castigi locul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne cunoscand ce rost aveam, mereu in cautare&lt;br /&gt;Copil fiind mereu cu zambetul pe buze&lt;br /&gt;Viata a decis sa-mi dea o prima incercare&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a luat tot ce aveam mai drag pe lumea asta... tatal,&lt;br /&gt;Uitand parca sa-si ceara scuze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langa o mama ce nu-si putea privii in ochii copii&lt;br /&gt;Ne indreptam cu pasi grabiti spre "o alta casa"&lt;br /&gt;Atunci bunicul si bunica au decis ca'i prea devreme ca sa stim&lt;br /&gt;Ce inseamna "Casa de copii, nu e... acasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveam sa lupt de atunci cu disperare si mahnire&lt;br /&gt;In viata in care nu te ajuta nimeni si... totul e la schimb&lt;br /&gt;Sa demonstrez ca pot cu intelegere, rabdare si iubire&lt;br /&gt;Sa lupt cu'n prezent nesigur si meschin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3179024166745876171-4447882095967662404?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4447882095967662404/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/03/introspectie-part1-inceputul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4447882095967662404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4447882095967662404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/03/introspectie-part1-inceputul.html' title='Introspectie (part1 - Inceputul)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5082135568438345100</id><published>2011-02-19T00:15:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:38:04.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>despre nimic...</title><content type='html'>...nimic nu este ceea ce pare, nimic nu este intamplator si nimic nu este gratis, asta pot sa o spun din propria experienta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nimic nu este ceea ce pare&lt;/span&gt;, si aici iti dai seama ca numai odata cu scurgerea timpului iti dai seama de adevarata valoare a unui lucru sau despre adevarata valoare a unui om. Am putea spune ca este exact ca si in cazul vinului...cu cat este mai vechi cu atat este mai bun. Paradoxal este ca pentru oameni nu functioneaza. Pentru noi oamenii pura si simpla trecerea timpului nu ne face mai buni...ci doar incercarile la care suntem supusi de'a lungul timpului pot afecta cumva personalitatea noastra. Trecerea timpului fara incercari nu face decat sa isi puna amprenta asupra corpului si nu asupra psihicului. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nimic nu este intamplator&lt;/span&gt; si ai simtit asta pe propria piele, ai simtit cu viata este mult mai mult decat un drum liniar care are un capat pentru fiecare, ai simtit cum fara sa vrei ajungi sa mergi pe un drum pe care nu il stiai pana atunci si asta datorita oamenilor care apar si dispar din viata ta. Ce este cert, este ca oamenii dispar dar...drumurile niciodata. Nu iti arata nimeni niciodata pe ce drum trebuie sa mergi...fara o intentie,  nu o sa iti indrume pasii fara sa aibe ceva de castigat. Nu lasa pe nimeni sa te abata de la drumul tau. Iar daca vrea sa faca acest lucru, nu il poate face decat prin experienta de a fi langa tine si de a vedea cum actiunile pe care le face te pot indruma pe un drum sau pe altul, dar la final trebuie sa fie doar alegerea ta...decizia ta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nimic nu e gratis&lt;/span&gt;...pentru tot trebuie sa platim. Ca platim cu bani, ca platim cu timp sau cu lacrimi pana la urma totul se plateste. Timpul are propriul mod de a isi primii recompensa de la un om...Nu incerca sa ramaii dator sau sa incerci sa nu platesti pentru ca timpul este exact ca o banca...o sa iti ia dobanda si cand o sa ai puterea sa platesti o rata intodeauna o sa o platesti cu penalizari... Accepta ca trebuie sa platesti pentru tot ce ai langa tine, accepta ca si daca ai pierdut un lucru tot trebuie sa platesti pentru el..pentru ca te-ai bucurat de el...iar timpul nu uita si nici nu iarta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5082135568438345100?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5082135568438345100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/despre-nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5082135568438345100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5082135568438345100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/despre-nimic.html' title='despre nimic...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5628332752010012406</id><published>2011-02-15T22:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:43:52.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ceva ce nu trebuie spus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRh2YgEZXgw/TVrlP2W0DAI/AAAAAAAABko/-VnZYB6tkTI/s1600/inima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRh2YgEZXgw/TVrlP2W0DAI/AAAAAAAABko/-VnZYB6tkTI/s400/inima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574019549276408834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...te "desparti" de multe ori in inima si in capul tau de o persoana pana sa te desparti cu adevarat, iar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cand despartirea este inevitabila simti cum moare in tine speranta fericirii&lt;/span&gt; despre care nu banuiai niciodata cata intindere are in fiinta ta si cat de adanc este ea impletita cu bucuria de a trai, bucurie care pana atunci credeai ca este autonoma  si nu poate fi alungata de nimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5628332752010012406?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5628332752010012406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/ceva-ce-nu-trebuie-spus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5628332752010012406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5628332752010012406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/ceva-ce-nu-trebuie-spus.html' title='ceva ce nu trebuie spus...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRh2YgEZXgw/TVrlP2W0DAI/AAAAAAAABko/-VnZYB6tkTI/s72-c/inima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-827404397925796838</id><published>2011-02-14T19:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:47:50.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubire,libertate si solitudine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iubire,libertate si solitudine&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect, dependenta, obisnuinta, daruire. Cand vine vorba de iubire, fiecare dintre noi are o definitie pregatita. Insa, putin sunt cei care mai vad in acest sentiment adevarata lui valoare. In ceea ce priveste libertatea, o vedem prin lentilele societatii de azi, prinsa de vraja materialului, iar despre solitudine, cu totii avem retineri intrucat la o prima vedere suntem tentati sa ii spunem singuratate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata, deci, se desprind trei elemente cheie despre care Osho vorbeste cu daruire si profunzime in cartea sa intitulata: “Iubire, libertate si solitudine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea adevarata se diferentiaza de sensul pe care oamenii, in general, il acorda acestui termen. Iubirea comuna nu este decat un impuls biologic care depinde de sistemul hormonal. Tocmai de aceea asa zisa iubire dispare cu repeziciune din interiorul nostru. Un prim pas gresit este a confunda iubirea cu pasiunea. Cea din urma este o reactie a corpului, pe cand iubirea se naste din interiorul constiintei. Iubirea inseamna a impartasi si nu este conditionata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea obisnuita nu face decat sa ceara. Adevarata iubire nu cere nimic, ea doar daruieste. Iubirea comuna este sufocanta, pe cand iubirea autentica hraneste sufletul. Iubirea obisnuita inseamna frustrare, in timp ce iubirea adevarata aduce implinire. Atunci cand iubesti cu adevarat, nu iti directionezi iubirea catre o singura persoana, caci iubirea e neconditionata, ea nu cunoaste limite, ea e doar benefica. Iubirea nu implica grija pentru celalat, ci compasiune si daruire. Ea inseamna respectarea celuilalt si a deciziilor lui. „Iubirea topeste egoul”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesajul cel mai de pret este „Iubeste-te pe tine insuti!”, caci numai in acest fel poti sa-i iubesti si pe ceilalti. Aceasta e prima conditie de care depinde iubirea autentica. Cine nu se iubeste pe sine nu are capacitatea sa ii iubeasca pe ceilalti pentru ca iubirea lui nu are radacini. Totul pleaca din interiorul nostru, iar in momentul in care iubirea infloreste, ea cunoaste revarsare. Numai atunci iubirea se manifesta in toata splendoarea ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In interiorul unui cuplu, iubirea este un element care de cele mai multe ori lipseste cu desavarsire. Dependenta, posesiunea, gelozia, neincrederea sunt dovezile lipsei de iubire intrucat iubirea nu supune, nu il ingradeste pe celalalt. Iubirea ingrijeste, respecta si ofera. Tocmai din acest motiv oamenii sufera in cadrul relatiei lor. Despartirea nu presupune durere si suferinta daca exista iubire autentica deoarece noi ajungem sa ne hranim egoul cu prezenta celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne este teama de singuratate si atunci obisnuinta este singura poarta pe care o vedem. Preferam sa ducem o viata previzibila decat sa ne lasam surprinsi de bucuria inceputului. Suntem prea lasi ca sa oferim libertatea de care are nevoie persoana de langa noi si atunci durerea nu intarzie sa apara. Ca drept rezultat, iubirea se transforma in interdictie. Gelozia, neincrederea si toate celelalte sentimente care sunt inlocuitori ai iubirii actioneaza ca niste comprese pe care le aplicam cu speranta regasirii celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frica si lipsa iubirii de sine sunt ca o epidemie  de care cu greu scapam si care nu ne lasa sa oferim o iubire sanatoasa, autentica. Tineti cont: numai avand iubire de sine, puteti sa ii iubiti si pe ceilalti. Dar este vorba de iubire adevarata, autentica, plina de profunzime si daruire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Daca va puteti bucura simultan de iubire si de libertate, nu mai aveti nevoie de nimic altceva. Ati obtinut totul. Nu mai exista nimic mai presus de acest lucru. [...]Omul nu e doar liber, el e insasi libertatea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuvantul „libertate” ne incita atat de mult incat tanjim dupa ea fara a constientiza ca ne dorim ceva ce avem... Libertatea face parte din esenta umana, astfel omul nu poate fi conceput in afara libertatii lui. Uneori, insa, constiinta i se impaienjeneaza si lupta pentru masca unor idealuri. Libertatea inseamna capacitatea de a discerne intre bine si rau, de a alege intre cele doua. In momentul in care ii refuzi omului libertatea, ii refuzi cea mai pretioasa comoara a sa, caci numai omul este liber. Privandu-l de libertate, omul decade la rangul animalelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i drept, multor oameni le este frica de ea pentru ca libertatea presupune multe riscuri: confruntarea cu necunoscutul, responsabilitate, incredere in sine. „Cine intelege ca omul se naste in mod liber, isi creste posibilitatile de a creste. Depinde numai de el ce anume doreste sa devina si ce nu. El devine propria sa creatie”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertatea iti apartine, e numai a ta. Tu esti singurul responsabil de ea. Tocmai de aceea este important sa nu o irosesti deoarece prin intermediul libertatii omul devine creatorul propriului sau drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-827404397925796838?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/827404397925796838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/iubirelibertate-si-solitudine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/827404397925796838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/827404397925796838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2011/02/iubirelibertate-si-solitudine.html' title='iubire,libertate si solitudine'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7606003435177364346</id><published>2010-10-17T14:22:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:36:53.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>doar franturi....</title><content type='html'>In mintea lui totul se oprise pentru el. Stateau acolo, fata in fata si nu isi puteau spune mare lucru pentru ca atunci cand ai sentimente, rareori pot fi exprimate la adevarata valoare in cuvinte. Se multumea sa o priveasca fara sa schiteze nici cel mai mic gest care ar putea sa o deranjeze, iar ea parea sa se simta bine langa el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cerul era innorat, vremea era capricioasa chiar si pentru acea perioada a lunii, era inceput de octombrie, dar ploaia marunta, frunzele maronii cazute pe jos din copacii ce pareau din ce in ce mai tristi, dadeau aspectul uneia din cele mai triste zile de toamna. Totul era asa cum isi dorise, dar parca totusi mai era ceva ce ii lipsea. Nelinistit ca intodeaua, simtii pentru prima data ca vremea dar mai ales vremurile se schimbasera. Isi lua rucsacul in spate si iesi grabit pe usa, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iar o sa intazii"&lt;/span&gt; , isi zise in sinea lui si grabii pasul....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7606003435177364346?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7606003435177364346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/10/doar-franturi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7606003435177364346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7606003435177364346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/10/doar-franturi.html' title='doar franturi....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4941896104191911217</id><published>2010-09-26T00:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:26:35.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>not just a glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/TJ5o8hHEuHI/AAAAAAAABjM/H-oBYuJMsts/s1600/Not_Just_A_Glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Oras, aer, mediu, oameni, mai ales oameni... Am ajuns sa traiesc intr-o lume in care imi este frica sa recunosc ca sunt depasit de ce se intampla in jurul meu, ma simt depasit atat mental cat si spiritual....toata aceasta prostie ma depaseste.....si recunosc! Ma simt depasit pentru ca eu nu sunt asa, pentru ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;odata credeam ca pot sa schimb lumea si acum imi dau seama ca in toti acesti ani nu am facut altceva decat sa fiu eu schimbat de catre lume&lt;/span&gt;...de niste oameni pe care nu poti sa dai doi bani, de oameni care se considera prietenii tai numai atunci cand au nevoie de tine, de oameni care se considera ca si facand parte din viata ta, doar ca te intalneai cu ei la un suc... si deja aveau impresia ca se pot juca cu viata ta si cu sentimentele tale.... Cineva zicea ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oamenii, cand sunt lasati sa faca ce vor ei, au tendinta de a-i imita pe altii"&lt;/span&gt;...si nu, nu mai vreau sa fac asta, prefer sa las in spate societatea corupta mental si plina de vicii si lupt pentru salvarea intelectului meu, sa lupt pentru salvarea mea ca om....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-1439473277961693650?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1439473277961693650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/societate-vs-puritate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1439473277961693650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1439473277961693650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/societate-vs-puritate.html' title='societate vs. puritate'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwFB6kWZhI/AAAAAAAABic/yzwxtOAyq58/s72-c/34384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7967195051799819695</id><published>2010-07-27T21:16:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:39:20.478+03:00</updated><title type='text'>uitare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THLcNwLKLvI/AAAAAAAABiA/KbjpBctj0sE/s1600/35659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THLcNwLKLvI/AAAAAAAABiA/KbjpBctj0sE/s400/35659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508707423055654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandul rupe bariera asteptarii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atunci cand imaginatia nu are granite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azi am trecut de la pasiune, iubire, lupta, durere... la uitare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nimic nu mai are limite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7967195051799819695?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7967195051799819695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/gandul-rupe-bariera-asteptarii-atunci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7967195051799819695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7967195051799819695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/gandul-rupe-bariera-asteptarii-atunci.html' title='uitare...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THLcNwLKLvI/AAAAAAAABiA/KbjpBctj0sE/s72-c/35659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7483498893501815821</id><published>2010-07-17T17:51:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:55:01.794+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegere'/><title type='text'>S.C.E.N.A.R.I.U.L.</title><content type='html'>(... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trebuie sa fii doar omul potrivit sau trebuie sa fii si la locul potrivit, sau ambele?&lt;/span&gt; Nu o sa imi pot raspunde niciodata cu adevarat la aceasta intrebare, pot doar sa imi dau cu parerea. Uneori am  impresia  ca tot ce se intampla in jurul meu, nu este nimic intamplator, ca totul are o ordine stabilita cu mult inainte... Ma intereseaza mai putin de catre cine, atata timp cat nu eu detin controlul asupra propriei mele vieti! Ori sunt la locul potrivit intr-un moment nepotrivit, ori sunt in momentul potrivit in locul nepotrivit... ori cu putin noroc sunt si in timpul si in locul potrivit, si aici vroiam sa ajung! Explicatia, nu stiu daca este logica sau nu, pe care o gasesc in tot ce se intampla in jurul nostru, este ca nu am fost la timpul sau locul potrivit pentru ca nu trebuia sa fiu acolo, pentru ca totul are o ordine! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exact cand totul e ok, "ceva" imi sugereaza ca nu eu am fost "vinovatul"&lt;/span&gt;. Ca sa fac o mica paranteza e ca faza din stand up'ul lui George Carlin.... "Exista the Divine plan!", asa ca... de ce mai m-as obosi sa ma "rog"  incercand sa schimb ceva... daca deja totul este scris deja, iar eu nu am nici o putere? Pentru cei ce nu au habar despre ce vorbesc, sa caute pe youtube "George Carlin - Religion is bullshit"...inchid paranteza. Din natura omului care incearca mereu sa fie contra... ma incapatanez si eu si refuz sa cred asta....de ce? Poate pentru ca imi place sa cred ca sunt singurul si unicul autor al propriului meu destin. Pentru ca nu exista nici un plan facut dinainte de "cineva"... Usor confuz si ne reusind sa gasesc inca un raspuns, ma rezum la un fapt concret, desi nu este prea placut, moartea Madalinei Manole. De ce nu a putut nimeni sa anticipeze? De ce nu a putut nimeni sa o salveze? De ce nu a fost si in cazul ei, cineva la locul potrivit in momentul potrivit? Si acum vine intrebarea: Pentru ca "asa a fost sa fie", sau pentru ca ea a decis pentru propriul ei destin? Nu o sa discut despre fapta ei, probabil revin in alta postare dar totusi: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suntem sau nu raspunzatori de propriul destin... ne scriem noi scenariul vietii, sau suntem doar niste personaje care au scenariul deja scris?&lt;/span&gt; ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7483498893501815821?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7483498893501815821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/scenariul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7483498893501815821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7483498893501815821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/scenariul.html' title='S.C.E.N.A.R.I.U.L.'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-852533339768657151</id><published>2010-06-29T21:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:35:40.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce s'a mai intamplat in 1984?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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Or Yahoo....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In 1984, the year of your birth, the top selling movie was Ghostbusters. 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People were indeed watching movies in the cinema, and not downloading them online. Imagine the packed seats, the laughter, the excitement, the novelty. And mostly all of that without 3D computer effects. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you know who won the Oscars that year? The academy award for the best movie went to Amadeus. The Oscar for best foreign movie that year went to Dangerous Moves. The top actor was F. Murray Abraham for his role as Antonio Salieri in Amadeus. The top actress was Sally Field for her role as Edna Spalding in Places in the Heart. The best director? Milos Forman for Amadeus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the year 1984, the time when you arrived on this planet, books were still popularly read on paper, not on digital devices. Trees were felled to get the word out. The number one US bestseller of the time was The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub. Oh, that's many years ago. Have you read that book? Have you heard of it? 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Medicare comes into effect in Australia. NASA crashes a remote controlled Boeing 720 in a Controlled Impact Demonstration. The Sandinista Front wins the Nicaraguan general elections. The popular Transformers toy and media franchise debuts. Joe Kittinger becomes the first person to cross the Atlantic, solo, in a hot air balloon. Western Australia becomes the last Australian state to abolish capital punishment. Michael Jackson won a record eight Grammy Awards. Iran accuses Iraq of using chemical weapons; the United Nations condemns their use on March 30. Advance Australia Fair is proclaimed as Australia's national anthem, and green and gold as the national colours. The Louisiana World's Fair opens. Beverly Lynn Burns becomes the first woman Boeing 747 captain in the world. The Space Shuttle Discovery takes off on its maiden voyage. The United Kingdom and the People's Republic of China sign the initial agreement to return Hong Kong to China in 1997. The Detroit Tigers defeat the San Diego Padres to win in 5 games. The British Telecom is privatised. A Soviet cruise missile plunges into Inarinjärvi lake in Finnish Lapland. The video game of the day was Paperboy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That was the world you were born into. Since then, you and others have changed it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Nobel prize for Literature that year went to Jaroslav Seifert. The Nobel Peace prize went to Desmond Mpilo Tutu. The Nobel prize for physics went to Carlo Rubbia and Simon van der Meer from Italy and Netherlands for their decisive contributions to the large project, which led to the discovery of the field particles W and Z, communicators of weak interaction. The sensation this created was big. But it didn't stop the planets from spinning, on and on, year by year. Years in which you would grow bigger, older, smarter, and, if you were lucky, sometimes wiser. Years in which you also lost some things. Possessions got misplaced. Memories faded. Friends parted ways. The best friends, you tried to hold on. This is what counts in life, isn't it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The 1980s were indeed a special decade. The Soviet-Afghan war goes on. 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People wear leggings, shoulder pads and Ray-Ban sunglasses. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you know what was on the cover of Life that year? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_3" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/image/life/1984.jpg" style="'width:165pt;height:210pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Jull\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="1984"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you remember the movie that was all the rage when you were 15? American Beauty. Do you still remember the songs playing on the radio when you were 15? Maybe it was Heartbreaker by Mariah Carey featuring Jay-Z. Were you in love? Who were you in love with, do you remember? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In 1984, 15 years earlier, a long time ago, the year when you were born, the song Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham topped the US charts. Do you know the lyrics? Do you know the tune? Sing along. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You put the boom boom into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts.&lt;br /&gt;Jitterbug into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Goes bang bang bang till my feet do the same.&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There's a kid outside, shouting, playing. It doesn't care about time. It doesn't know about time. It shouts and it plays and thinks time is forever. You were once that kid. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When you were 9, the movie Last Action Hero was playing. When you were 8, there was Honey, I Blew Up the Kid. When you were 7, there was a Disney movie out called Aladdin. Does this ring a bell? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_4" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/image/disney/1992.jpg" style="'width:165pt;height:244.5pt;visibility:visible;mso-wrap-style:square'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Jull\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image004.jpg" title="1992"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... it's 1984. There's TV noise coming from the second floor. Someone turned up the volume way too high. The sun is burning from above. These were different times. The show playing on TV is Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer. The sun goes down. Someone switches channels. There's Kate and Allie on now. That's the world you were born in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Progress, year after year. Do you wonder where the world is heading towards? The technology available today would have blown your mind in 1984. Do you know what was invented in the year you were born? The Digital Synthesizer. The Portable CD Player. Phase Distortion Synthesis. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1984&lt;br /&gt;Knockin' on your door&lt;br /&gt;Will you let it come?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let it run your life?&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That's from the song 1984 by Spirit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In 1984, a new character entered the world of comic books: Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Bang! Boom! But that's just fiction, right? In the real world, in 1984, Ashlee Simpson was born. And Avril Lavigne. Chiaki Kuriyama, too. And you, of course. Everyone an individual. Everyone special. Everyone taking a different path through life.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The world is a different place.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What path have you taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-852533339768657151?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/852533339768657151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/ce-sa-mai-intamplat-in-1984.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/852533339768657151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/852533339768657151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/ce-sa-mai-intamplat-in-1984.html' title='Ce s&apos;a mai intamplat in 1984?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4723838792111999696</id><published>2010-06-04T01:20:00.029+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:15:05.592+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un alt final (part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era acolo unde isi dorea mereu sa fie, era acolo unde se simtea protejata....dar parca decorul nu era asa cum si-l amintea. Nu se regasea cu locul si cu atmosfera.... Tot ce primea erau doar bucati ce parca in capul ei formau un puzzle; un puzzle ce nu avea o rezolvare rapida. Nu era decat ceata si fragmente de imagini ce dispareau la fel de repede cum apareau. Dar prin ceata deasa, ca o scanteie un sunet cald se ivii; nu era clar!... Dupa care inca unul si inca unul. Sunetele luminau , ca un far credincios marinarilor, indiferent de vreme.... Reusii sa isi dea seama ca farul nu era altceva decat acorduri de chitara parca desprinse din melodia pe care el o canta la chitara atunci cand s-au cunoscut. Isi amintii de prima zi cand s-au cunoscut.... era vara, ea purta o rochie rosie, iar el tragea dupa el o chitara care in mainile lui prindea viata. Sunetele deveneau tot mai intense si tresarii, deschise ochii... si intr-o secunda traversa camera cu privirea in cautarea lui. El stand pe pat, zambind usor....se uita la ea, si un pic derutat de privirea ei speriata o intreba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - Esti bine? Pari un pic speriata, iar ai visat urat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; -Ai venit.... Unde ai fost... Ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; -Am fost langa tine tot timpul, si intradevar se pare ca iar ai visat urat... Am vrut sa te trezesc, dar m-am gandit ca ar fi bine sa te las sa te lupti cu propriile temeri si ganduri... te-am tinut de mana si am stat langa tine in pat toata seara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; -Nu mai inteleg nimic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; -Am lucrat la o noua piesa, cat timp tu ai dormit... vroiam sa iti fac o surpriza! Se pare ca nu mi-a iesit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; -...ce piesa, despre ce vorbesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; -Este o piesa noua, se cheama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te iubesc!".&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(confuza si nedumerita, cu ochii usor in lacrimi)&lt;/span&gt; -Te rog tine-ma in brate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incet incet, vazandu-l langa ea si usor mirat de atitudinea ei, isi dadu seama ca totul nu a fost de cat un vis. Nu ii venea sa creada cat de real a putut fi! Ah urasc visele, isi spuse in sinea ei! Il lua in brate cum parca niciodata pana acum nu o mai facuse, ochii ii lacrimau si realiza ce inseamna sa pierzi pe cineva si ce inseamna sa ii spui unei persoane la momentul portivit ca o iubesti. Era bucuroasa ca totul nu a fost decat un vis, un vis pe care nu il dorea nimanui... Se lasa usor pe spate si il ruga sa ii cante ce a compus. Sunetele se impleteau usor cu zorii diminetii iar in camera micuta a garsonierei in care locuiau iar vocea lui un pic ragusita si sunetul de chitara dadeau o nota calda locului..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sunt liber sa o pot spune oricui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esti tot ce pe lume pot sa imi doresc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voi fi mereu langa tine... nu fii trista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TE IUBESC! ".&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4723838792111999696?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4723838792111999696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-alt-final-part-4.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4723838792111999696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4723838792111999696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-alt-final-part-4.html' title='Un alt final (part 4)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-9112019021850423472</id><published>2010-06-03T18:41:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:42:15.878+03:00</updated><title type='text'>parere personala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/TAfNKH23NpI/AAAAAAAABgA/BomNYM-vvOw/s1600/Be_Nice_To_Fat_People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/TAfNKH23NpI/AAAAAAAABgA/BomNYM-vvOw/s400/Be_Nice_To_Fat_People.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478573045511042706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(... se zice ca o imagine face cat o mie de cuvinte, dar tot nu pot sa ma abtin sa nu comentez si eu un pic...mda' spiritul carcotas....n'ai ce'i face.  "&lt;b&gt;Un meniu mega mare, 2 portii de cartofi mari, 3 sosuri, 4 chifle, 2 salate una de varza si una asortata si o cola la 2 litrii...!" &lt;/b&gt;Si NU, nu am comandat pt 2 familii am comandat doar pentru mine! WTF? Ei bine Da! Traim in "epoca", "era" sau "generatia" in care nimeni nu mai face nimic, in care la fiecare pas avem fastfood-uri, avem telecomenzi pentru orice si mai ales avem o SILA maxima!... Nimeni nu mai face nici macar un pas in plus. Si cum fiecare si-o face "pe burta lui" unii nu mai tin cont si fac excese; pe urma se trezesc MIRATI ca nu ii mai incap pantalonii....vezi domne' ca e mult clor in apa si au ramas pantalonii mici!! ESTE???   Nu e panica... eu unul nu ma supar, ma rog totusi sa nu vina ziua in care cineva "imi va salva viata" exact ca in poza de mai sus, pentru ca nu e de bine deloc...nu da bine pe sticla!  ....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-9112019021850423472?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/9112019021850423472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/parere-personala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/9112019021850423472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/9112019021850423472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/parere-personala.html' title='parere personala!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/TAfNKH23NpI/AAAAAAAABgA/BomNYM-vvOw/s72-c/Be_Nice_To_Fat_People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4320068851498826553</id><published>2010-06-03T17:24:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:47:28.008+03:00</updated><title type='text'>all summer long....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(... dupa o perioada destul de indelungata in care am mentinut vechiul design al paginii mele de blog, azi am decis ca este timpul sa imi schimb putin "perspectiva" si gandindu-ma ca tot este vara si multi dintre voi vor sa clatoreasca, in jurul lor sau nu, am decis sa pun o "tema" sau cum se zice... o grafica cat mai sugestiva. A venit vara! Trebuie sa ne bucuram, sa ne simtim bine si sa fim bucurosi! Nuh? Abia astept sa plec la mare...pana atunci nu pot decat sa mai imi iau o bere rece din frigider si sa urmaresc videoclipul de mai jos. Enjoy! ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3764232c264022a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3764232c264022a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BB1CF850C87F532D6BC8B321C58C37004588AEC.8194BDE22B85B2899B245AE942625F8D7DE00700%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3764232c264022a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMfuKqwz2G5ArNl18c0qEwoYLxNg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3764232c264022a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BB1CF850C87F532D6BC8B321C58C37004588AEC.8194BDE22B85B2899B245AE942625F8D7DE00700%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3764232c264022a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMfuKqwz2G5ArNl18c0qEwoYLxNg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4320068851498826553?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4320068851498826553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-summer-long.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4320068851498826553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4320068851498826553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-summer-long.html' title='all summer long....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-85661062825958562</id><published>2010-05-26T13:55:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:08:31.448+03:00</updated><title type='text'>....viata de call center!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Aceasta este o intamplare adevarata petrecuta la Word Perfect Help  Line.  Angajatul companiei care a participat la discutia de mai jos a fost concediat. Ulterior, el a dat in judecata compania pentru "concediere fara motiv". Ceea ce urmeaza este un pasaj din discutia care a dus la concediere:    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Word Perfect Technical  Desk, va pot ajuta cu ceva?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Da, am o problema cu Word Perfect"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Ce problema?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Pai, scriam si dintr-o data toate cuvintele  au disparut."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Au disparut?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Da, au disparut."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Hmm. Si ce afiseaza  ecranul tau acum?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nimic."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nimic?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "E negru; si nu  accepta nimic din ceea ce scriu."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Esti inca in Word, sau  ai iesit?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "De unde vrei sa-mi dau seama?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Vezi un prompter  C: pe ecran?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Ce-i ala un prompter C:?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Nu conteaza. Poti misca cursorul pe ecran?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nu e nici un  cursor;  Ti-am spus ca nu accepta nimic din ceea ce tiparesc!"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Monitorul tau are un indicator de functionare?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Ce e ala un monitor?"      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Este chestia aia cu ecran si care  arata ca un TV. Are o luminita care sa-ti arate daca e deschis sau nu?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Nu stiu."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Atunci uita-te in spatele  monitorului si vezi unde duce cablul electric. Poti sa vezi asta?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Da, cred ca da."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Minunat. Urmeaza cablul electric, si spune-mi daca este bagat in priza."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "...Da, este."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Cand te-ai uitat in spatele monitorului, ai  observat ca sunt doua cabluri si nu doar unul bagat in monitor?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nu."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Ei bine, sunt doua. Mai uita-te o  data si gaseste si celalt cablu."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Ok, l-am gasit."&lt;br /&gt;-  "Urmareste-l si spune-mi daca este bagat bine in spatele computerului tau."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Nu pot sa fac asta."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Huh. Dar macar poti vedea  daca este?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nu."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Nici daca iti pui genunchiul pe ceva sau  te intinzi pe ceva?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "O, nu e din cauza ca nu am unghiul bun, ci  din cauza ca e intuneric."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Intuneric?!"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Da, lumina din birou este  stinsa, singura lumina care vine este de afara."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Pai, aprinde lumina in birou."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nu pot."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Nu? De ce?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Pentru ca e o pana de curent."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Aaa...o pana  de curent? Aha, ok. Cred ca am rezolvat problema. Mai ai cutiile si manualele si chestiile de impachetare cu care a venit computerul tau?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Da, le tin in  dulap." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Bine. Du-te si adu-le, si baga sistemul in cutii exact asa cum l-ai primit. Si apoi du-l inapoi de la magazinul de la care l-ai luat."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Adevarat? Este chiar  atat de grav?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Da, ma tem ca da."     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Atunci asta e, il duc  inapoi. Si ce sa le spun?"     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  "Spune-le ca ESTI PREA PROST CA SA AI UN COMPUTER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-85661062825958562?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/85661062825958562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/05/viata-de-call-center.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/85661062825958562'/><link rel='self' 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term='speranta'/><title type='text'>Ziua de maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S_ffnjgmHAI/AAAAAAAABfM/YEjYtL2EA9g/s1600/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S_ffnjgmHAI/AAAAAAAABfM/YEjYtL2EA9g/s400/DSC02980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474089742731975682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(picture made by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/alien.matei"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Matei Alin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi cred ca nimic nu se schimba, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raman indodeauna surprins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi ma astept la o zi mai buna, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ziua de maine ma prinde tot trist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi sper ca "prietenii" vor fi mereu langa mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se pare ca nu ii gasesc nicaieri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi nu ma gandesc prea mult la viitor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oare, era mai bine ieri ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi planuiesc si imi doresc multe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pana acum nu am realizat nimic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi imi doresc pe cineva sa ma asculte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se pare ca inca nu te-am gasit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi stiu ca intr-o zi o sa apari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voi fi aici...te astept!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi o sa imi fie greu pana atunci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Respir, gandesc, traiesc, iubesc....dar incet.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi imi permit sa cred ca nimic curand nu se schimba, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raman indodeauna surprins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desi ma asteptam la o zi mai buna, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ziua de maine.... ma prinde tot trist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/aliosha80/0900086cce3a57.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=269&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Sarah%20McLachlan%20-%20Angel"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/aliosha80/0900086cce3a57.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/911010076003756307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/911010076003756307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/05/ziua-de-maine.html' title='Ziua de maine'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S_ffnjgmHAI/AAAAAAAABfM/YEjYtL2EA9g/s72-c/DSC02980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6891774623537738091</id><published>2010-05-09T10:14:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:57:30.519+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentul de uimire VS sentimentul de indignare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S-ZkUfc0RmI/AAAAAAAABek/YNvgs4R3zEQ/s1600/100509_060029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S-ZkUfc0RmI/AAAAAAAABek/YNvgs4R3zEQ/s400/100509_060029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469169100690572898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;(... in sfarsit duminica! Nu stiu de ce dar am impresia ca ziua de duminica vine cel mai greu. O fi din cauza unei preceptii denaturate asupra cuvantului "duminica" sau doar din cauza ca nu reusesc sa imi fac numaratoarea cum trebuie? Adica toate zilele sunt la fel de apropiate sau la fel de indepartate exact ca si duminica, si atunci ma intreb... de ce mi-se pare ca duminica vine mai greu si pleaca mai repede? Cred ca raspunsul se incadreaza intr-una din situatiile in care ai asteptari mari de la cineva, si atunci cand nu se intampla ceea ce iti doresti...te demoralizezi mai repede.... dar eu ma astept ca "duminica" sa fie o zi speciala! Sa fie una din zilele in care prefer sa nu fac nimic desi am atat de mult de lucru, una din zilele in care as prefera sa raman doar eu cu mine si sa nu facem nimic...Una peste alta, afara mai si ploua! Aiurea! Stii ca se zice ca "cine se scoala de dimineata departe ajunge", ei bine... as putea completa ca cei mai norocosi dintre noi, nu doar ca pot ajunge departe dar mai si  pot prinde un rasarit pe cinste.... Da da da! Schimbam zicala! In dimineata asta am stat pe balcon (din intamplare cei drept) , am mancat ceva... am baut un ceai si am prins un superb rasarit. Desi poza poate nu pare atat de sugestiva... dar va asigur ca e ceva ce se merita sa te trezesti la ora 5 dimineata. Cand iti dai seama ca "chestia la care te uiti ca prostu de 10 minute cu gura cascata" se intampla in fiecare zi, numai ca esti prea neinteresat sa ii acorzi atentie... iti dai seama ca in viata mai conteaza si altceva decat sa dormi. Undeva in interiorul tau se zbate sentimentul de uimire cu sentimentul de indignare! Si cum orice minune tine doar 3 zile, rasaritul meu s-a transformat intr-o ploaie de toata frumusetea. Vroiam sa o ard cu un final lacrimogen...dar ma opresc....imi e prea sila sa mai scriu... )&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6891774623537738091?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6891774623537738091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/05/sentimentul-de-uimire-vs-sentimentul-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6891774623537738091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7199891484615013813</id><published>2010-04-12T23:25:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:21:08.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>iluzie si deziluzie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S8OGju-uMXI/AAAAAAAABd0/vLQBIBcPw2M/s1600/Hua_Hin_hdsssaotels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S8OGju-uMXI/AAAAAAAABd0/vLQBIBcPw2M/s400/Hua_Hin_hdsssaotels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459355121767821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum rad.&lt;br /&gt;E placut sentimentul ca in sfarsit pot sa rad si eu cu gura pana la urechi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt bine si asta conteaza cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Ascult muzica care imi place....&lt;br /&gt;Si toate culorile care imi vin in minte ma duc cu gandul departe.&lt;br /&gt;...Ma duc cu gandul la tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce faci tu la ora asta si chiar nu ma intereseaza ...&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stii ca am fost un nesimtit (recunosc asta), si comportamentul meu,  nu isi gasea nici o justificare in momentul acela.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi ai fost alaturi de mine, iar eu te-am tradat... ti-am tradat caracterul...ti-am tradat increderea.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cel de acum, nu mai sunt cel de atunci datorita tie.&lt;br /&gt;Ai reusit sa iti pui amprenta asupra caracterului meu si asupra modului in care privesc eu acum viata.&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii si zbor departe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaturi de tine, acolo unde imi ziceai ca ne intalnim de fiecare data "in vise..".&lt;br /&gt;Cine mai crede in vise?&lt;br /&gt;Cel ce crede in vise trebuie sa fie vreun prost.... dar eu nu am renuntat si nu o sa renunt niciodata la ele, daca sunt prost...sunt o definitie;&lt;br /&gt;Daca stai bine sa te gandesti "prost" este o definitie data de oameni unei stari.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o stare!&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc ca sunt "rasul"... exact in monetul asta rad...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt EU!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7199891484615013813?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7199891484615013813/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/iluzie-si-deziluzie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7199891484615013813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7199891484615013813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/iluzie-si-deziluzie.html' title='iluzie si deziluzie....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S8OGju-uMXI/AAAAAAAABd0/vLQBIBcPw2M/s72-c/Hua_Hin_hdsssaotels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-32211992529590478</id><published>2010-03-29T13:49:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:58:12.077+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt eu, ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand va adia vantul&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care-ti mangaie parul.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand vei vedea un copac in mijlocul campiei&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care astept sa fie imbratisat.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand vei simti soarele batand la fereastra fruntii&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care te saruta.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand va ploua&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care-ti confund lacrimile.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand luna va fi plina&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care-ti arata dragostea deplina.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand vei zambi&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel de care-ti vei aminti cu drag.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand cerul va fi senin&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, cel care-ti spune adevarul fara a ma ascunde dupa nori.&lt;br /&gt;Oriunde si oricand vei vrea sa ma cauti, ma vei gasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3179024166745876171-32211992529590478?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/32211992529590478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunt-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/32211992529590478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/32211992529590478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunt-eu.html' title='Sunt eu, ....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7796076580435882245</id><published>2010-03-26T16:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:57:37.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>instigare la cultura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6zLTGs8VoI/AAAAAAAABcY/vchfSCb6meQ/s1600/citeste-o+carte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6zLTGs8VoI/AAAAAAAABcY/vchfSCb6meQ/s400/citeste-o+carte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452956777915897474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;( ....dacă trece pe stradă în tovărăşia prietenelor, oricât ar fi ea de frumoasă, ştii că nu ai nici o şansă. Nu-ţi rămâne altceva de făcut decât să te uiţi lung în urma ei, să suspini şi să visezi cum ar fi fost „dacă”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...dacă stă în spatele unui ghişeu de bancă, oricât ar fi ea de incitantă, ştii că nu se poate, chiar dacă ai avea suficient curaj. Şi nu numai din cauza geamului blindat. O să visezi degeaba la ea, aşa cum visezi şi la banii închişi în seif.&lt;span id="more-13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...dacă se strecoară printre mese cu tava pe care sunt şi halbele comandate de tine, oricât ar fi de accesibilă în aparenţă, ştii că riscul este prea mare. Să-şi bată joc de tine, sau să reducă totul la o tranzacţie financiară. Nu-ţi rămâne decât să o păstrezi ca pe un personaj în poveştile pe care le spui prietenilor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ce ţi se întâmplă toate astea? Pentru că se vede prea limpede că eşti un „intelectual”. Prea neîndemânatic să fluieri după ea pe stradă, prea sărac să dai cu tupeu indicaţii despre conturile tale, prea timid să o ciupeşti de fund. Dar dacă ea ar sta pe o bancă în parc, sau pe scaunul din autobuz, şi ar citi o carte? Ai şti tu cum să cucereşti femeia pornind de la acest mic avantaj oferit de soartă? Cum nu sunt foarte multe edituri în ţara asta, eşti pregătit să aminteşti, cu detaşare, un alt titlu publicat sub aceeaşi marcă? Sau nu mai eşti la curent cu piaţa editorială, pentru că n-ai mai trecut de un an printr-o librărie? Aşa cum îţi cumperi „ţoale de fiţe”, ca să impresionezi femeile, n-ar fi rău să mai cumperi, din când în când, o carte. Pe care să o şi citeşti! Probabil că ţine în mâna o carte de succes. Ai zărit numele autorului, sau titlul. Dacă ai mai fi răsfoit în ultima vreme o revistă, ai fi putut să spui câte ceva despre ea, dar aşa, cum o să deschizi vorba? Bine e să citeşti chiar tu cărţile, dar, off, poate că nu mai ai suficient timp pentru asta. Pentru că nici nu prea mai eşti la curent cu ceea ce merită citit. Caută atunci în orice revistă sau ziar şi pagina de cultură, nu numai pe aceea de sport şi, cine ştie, poate că prezentarea unei cărţi te va îndemna la lectură. Poţi să discuţi cu ea măcar aşa, în general, despre cartea de dragoste sau despre romanul science-fiction? Dacă nu, oricât de „intelectual” ai arăta, tocmai ai pierdut ocazia să cucereşti femeia visurilor tale! Ţi-am întins o capcană, recunosc..... Poate că nu este tocmai cinstit să leg cartea de cucerirea unei femei. Dar te-am văzut pe stradă cum te uitai lung la ea, la cartea pe care o citea, şi nu ştiai cum să o abordezi. Cine ştie, printre alte metode „de succes”, poate că funcţionează şi aceea pe care ţi-am destăinuit-o acum! Iar dacă nu, tot tu o să fii în câştig! ...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sursa: &lt;b&gt;goodmorning.ro&lt;/b&gt;&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/3179024166745876171-7796076580435882245?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7796076580435882245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/instigare-la-cultura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7796076580435882245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7796076580435882245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/instigare-la-cultura.html' title='instigare la cultura'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6zLTGs8VoI/AAAAAAAABcY/vchfSCb6meQ/s72-c/citeste-o+carte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3345853553275457189</id><published>2010-03-25T17:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:48:17.886+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializing'/><title type='text'>NO network socializing !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6uFjLKrlRI/AAAAAAAABcI/yPu0c6os5qc/s1600/+network+cable+is+unplugged.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6uFjLKrlRI/AAAAAAAABcI/yPu0c6os5qc/s400/+network+cable+is+unplugged.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452598613201622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;(... cum nebunului nu ii trebuie tot timpul din lume sa gandeasca, azi am decis sa imi sterg toate conturile facute pe site-urile de "network socializing". Si nu din motiv ca nu mai imi doresc sa fiu socialbil, pur si simplu mi-am dat seama ca se pierde prea mult timp doar admirand ce fac altii. Tinand cont ca a venit primavara si este vreme frumoasa , tocmai buna de iesit din casa.... imi doresc sa nu mai am motive sa stau in casa. Mi-am dat seama ca aceste asa zise unelte de a face oamenii sa fie mai aproape unul de celalalt, nu fac altceva decat sa ii desparta mai mult. Daca vad in fiecare zi poze cu tine...si vad ca o duci bine...si avem si "chat" la indemana... ce ne mai trebuie? In postarea intitulata "PROTEST!" subliniam faptul ca am ajuns sa fim dependenti de tehnologie. Site-urile de socializare, sunt foarte populare în era vitezei, dar au şi efecte secundare; informatiile circula foarte repede şi nu mai avem timp suficient să analizam corect emotiile celorlalti si, astfel, putem deveni indiferenti la suferinta lor, exact ca si in cazul programele de chat online in care fiecare intelege ce vrea, iar mesajele sunt interpretate gresit...tocmai din faptul ca sunt trimise printr-un mediu gresit. Un lucru este cert in ziua de azi: oamenii cauta prietenii efemere în care se pune mai mult accentul pe cantitate decât pe calitate! ...)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-3345853553275457189?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3345853553275457189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-network-socializing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3345853553275457189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3345853553275457189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-network-socializing.html' title='NO network socializing !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6uFjLKrlRI/AAAAAAAABcI/yPu0c6os5qc/s72-c/+network+cable+is+unplugged.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-9150805427189276613</id><published>2010-03-23T12:31:00.029+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:21:52.449+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>Interviu (1)</title><content type='html'>(... De azi inainte mi-am propus sa iau cate un mic interviu celor ce iubesc sa faca ceva si sa aflam si noi ce i-a determinat sa faca asta si mai ales ce ii motiveaza sa ramana devotati acestui "hobby" sau mai bine zis ... acestei pasiuni. Primul interviu este cu Ghita Marius Bogdan, un tanar fotograf plin de ambitie si cum se caracterizeaza el la cei 26 de ani:  un lupatator dar in acelasi timp si un visator, un  romantic, dar si putin naiv....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu : - Salutare, prima intrebare ar fi "de ce fotografia"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - De ce fotografia?.... Hmm , poate  pentrut ca e sincera si te ajuta sa arati lumii cum vezi tu viata.. (si zambeste usor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Cand ti-ai dat seama ca ai inclinatie spre fotografie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Pot spune ca de mic vedeam peste tot cadre, unde ma uitam vedeam unghiuri si imi imagineam ca aveam un aparat foto, exact ca o extensie  a ochiului. Totul este de cum privesti tu lumea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: -  ... si ce iti place mai mult, fotografie de studio sau fotografie de teren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - In mod clar, fotografia de teren. Este mult mai pura, te ajuta mai mult sa exprimi cum vezi tu lumea exact in acel moment. Sa surprinzi reactii, gesturi ...emotii. Imi place sa fiu printre oameni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Ce crezi, se mai pot face in ziua de azi fotografii fara sa fie implicat si aceasta inventie a secolului nostru ...."Photoshop-ul"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Nu, nu cred ca se pot face fotografii "profesionale" fara Photoshop. Toata lumea tinde spre perfectiune iar aceasta "descoperire" din punctul meu de vedere tinde sa ne ajute sa atingem aceasta perfectiune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Te multumesti sa fotografiezi doar pentru tine, sau ti-ai dori ca in timp sa poti sa si expui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Da... sigur ca in timp mi-ar place sa pot sa expun, dar in momentul de fata nu cred ca am ajuns inca la acel nivel in care pozele mele ar provoca privitorului o emotie, o stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Stiu ca fiecare artist are o "muza", poti sa imi spui care este muza ta...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Da si nu! (zambeste usor)  Muza mea.... este persoana care m-a facut sa traiesc, sa ies din labirintul pe care mi-l creasem, care ma face sa lupt, sa visez, sa sper...e aerul pe care il respir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - In momentul in care fotografia se transforma din pasiune/hobby in meserie/profesie, se maipastreaza magia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: -  ...magia ramane in tine si in pozele tale, atat timp cat nu faci compromisuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Ai un fotograf preferat, contemporan sau dintre clasici? Dar dintre fotografii romani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Nu pot spune ca am un fotograf preferat; daca e sa dau cateva nume ar fi Gilad Benari,Malcolm Browne, Zhang Jingna, Kevin Carter,Bernardo and Tomas Medina, Carolyn Drake ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Unde ne putem intalni cu tine... sau cu fotografiile tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Ma puteti gasi pe flickr, deviantart ( http://dexx83.deviantart.com/;  http://www.flickr.com/photos/22999499@N02/?saved=1)  dar si prin Bucuresti ...prin Cismigiu, pe Lipscani, Herastrau ....cu aparatul in mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu: - Un cuvant pentru cititorii blog-ului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El: - Sa traiti bine.....,glumeam, nu renuntati la visurile voastre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu- Multunesc Bogdan, imi pare bine ca ai putu fi alaturi de noi cateva minute si bafta in tot ceea ce faci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asta a fost interviul pe ziua de azi, ii multumim inca odata lui Bogdan si va las sa admirati o mica parte din pozele lui. Pentru mai mult vizitati galeria personala a artistului...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ijAyCLkjI/AAAAAAAABbo/-Vrdp1xebjw/s1600-h/bogdan8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ijAyCLkjI/AAAAAAAABbo/-Vrdp1xebjw/s400/bogdan8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786582758232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ii6_0RGuI/AAAAAAAABbg/oc0R4EqTKAU/s1600-h/bogdan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ii6_0RGuI/AAAAAAAABbg/oc0R4EqTKAU/s400/bogdan7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786483378756322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ii2hR30oI/AAAAAAAABbY/EHyF4do4Mz0/s1600-h/bogdan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ii2hR30oI/AAAAAAAABbY/EHyF4do4Mz0/s400/bogdan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786406461952642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iixEhOSzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/CCKszsRwtJ0/s1600-h/bogdan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iixEhOSzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/CCKszsRwtJ0/s400/bogdan5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786312842365746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iiqwZRoBI/AAAAAAAABbI/kdp8brUL63E/s1600-h/bogdan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iinODx9qI/AAAAAAAABbA/uyjUYQt-p6w/s1600-h/bogdan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iinODx9qI/AAAAAAAABbA/uyjUYQt-p6w/s400/bogdan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786143604536994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iigxVNemI/AAAAAAAABa4/QfyS4-FaQbE/s1600-h/bogdan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iigxVNemI/AAAAAAAABa4/QfyS4-FaQbE/s400/bogdan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451786032813800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iidQy3XEI/AAAAAAAABaw/ENfjm7Z5ltQ/s1600-h/bogdan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6iidQy3XEI/AAAAAAAABaw/ENfjm7Z5ltQ/s400/bogdan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451785972540202050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-9150805427189276613?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/9150805427189276613/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/interviu-1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/9150805427189276613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/9150805427189276613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/interviu-1.html' title='Interviu (1)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S6ijAyCLkjI/AAAAAAAABbo/-Vrdp1xebjw/s72-c/bogdan8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4268013125396507823</id><published>2010-02-28T14:32:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:22:29.939+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsabilitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copaci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>plantezi sau tai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S4pratfnMII/AAAAAAAABao/xZuDTQr_wBs/s1600-h/padure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S4pratfnMII/AAAAAAAABao/xZuDTQr_wBs/s400/padure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443281206263623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...viata unui om este asemenea unei paduri, o padure care poate sa creasca linistita la varsta copilariei, o padure in care atunci cand suntem mici ne refugiem si intodeauna ne gasim increderea in noi si puterea de a merge mai departe. Pe masura ce crestem si "ne maturizam" incepem sa atribuim situatiilor si oamenilor...copaci din padurea noastra. Totul este bine si frumos pana cand incepem sa uram si sa dispretuim acele situatii, acele persoane. Cum natura omului este 30% constructiva si 70% distructiva incepem sa ne gandim cum am putea sa scapam de lucrurile  pe care nu le mai dorim si singura idee care ne vine in cap este sa taiem copacul atribuit situatiei sau persoanei respective! Incepi sa tai fara sa te uiti, dar incet incet incepi sa realizezi ca nu faci altceva decat sa iti lasi un imens gol in suflet. Unde candva era un copac mare si frumos, pe care l-ai vazut in fiecare zi cum creste, acum iti dai seama ca odata taiat copacul... tot ce iti mai ramane este un gol. Un gol pe care daca o sa vrei sa il acoperi o sa iti trebuiasca timp si multa munca. Un copac nu creste asa usor, iti trebuie multa rabdare si multa daruire, pana ajunge sa fie iar copacul pe care l-ai pierdut... Cred ca mai degraba ar trebui sa respectam cursul natural, prin care fiecare copac care dispare din padurea noastra este inlocuit automat de un alt copac, iar noi sa nu fim altceva decat padurarul care are grija ca totul sa se intample in deplina armonie. Ai grija de padurea ta si nu mai incerca sa te razbuni pe copacii care consideri ca nu iti mai trebuiesc, incearca sa iti imaginezi ca fiecare situatie neplacuta, fiecare incercare prin care treci este asemeni un vant rece si inghetat de iarna si asa o sa realizezi ca fiecare copac nu este acolo decat sa te protejeze....Incearca sa fii un padurar iscusit care curata doar "crengile uscate" din padurea lui....nu stii cand poate lovi iar viscolul.....")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4268013125396507823?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4268013125396507823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/plantezi-sau-tai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4268013125396507823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4268013125396507823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/plantezi-sau-tai.html' title='plantezi sau tai?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S4pratfnMII/AAAAAAAABao/xZuDTQr_wBs/s72-c/padure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8808279949158945226</id><published>2010-02-12T15:52:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:41:07.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>inchide ochii, deshide'ti inima....</title><content type='html'>(... ne face speciali, ne poate duce acolo unde nimeni nu va visa vreodata ca poate ajunge. Este ceea ce vrem noi sa fim in momentul acela. Ce inseamna realitatea, ce definitie are realitatea nu ma intereseaza... am propria mea realitate. Imi creez realitatea in fiecare secunda, cu fiecare piesa pe care o ascult. Ca e rock, ca e jazz, trip-hop, hip-hop sau reggae realitatea este in fiecare secunda in alt fel decat este realitatea ta. Imi place sa cred ca eu nu exist. Inchid ochii si ma las dus de sunetul muzicii... Mi se deschide o lumea complet noua, dar in acelasi timp totusi atat de familiara... inca am impresia ca am mai fost candva pe aici. Muzica aproprie oamenii, muzica apropie aceleasi lumi... Muzica poarta cu ea toate sentimentele oamenilor. Nu ai cum sa calatoresti alaturi de muzica daca nu ai sentimente. Muzica ma face sa ma gandesc la oameni, muzica ma face sa ma gandesc la locuri. A venit sa ma ia, este aici. Nu am nevoie de nimic, decat de ea. Ma simt atat de bine...Este atat de colorata si de vie. Este intruchiparea dorintelor si nevoilor mele....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/JuliaAgripina/0a1c8dc6fcafdb.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=302&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Portishead-Glory%20Box"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/JuliaAgripina/0a1c8dc6fcafdb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=302&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Portishead-Glory%20Box" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8808279949158945226?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8808279949158945226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/inchide-ochii-deshideti-inima.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8808279949158945226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8808279949158945226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/inchide-ochii-deshideti-inima.html' title='inchide ochii, deshide&apos;ti inima....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5429665177515023980</id><published>2010-02-10T18:04:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:55:54.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legalizare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etnobotanicele'/><title type='text'>o seara prin gradina botanica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(...inca o veste trista pentru iubitorii de etnobotanica. Se pare ca guvernul a scos etnobotanicele din Spice Shop-uri în afara legii. Imi pare foarte rau pentru acesti tineri care isi petreceau serile intalnindu-se intre ei si facand schimb de tot felul de plante care mai de care mai colorate si mai aromate. Se pare ca Romania nu incurajeaza tinerii sa iubeasca natura si mai ales nu agreeaza serile distractive (asa se zicea pe vremea mea), de cand au aflat ca mai nou tinerii, din lipsa de ocupatie, nu se mai rezuma la a face schimb de plante intre ei....ba chiar au inceput sa le mestece sau chiar sa le fumeze. Nu stiu cum or fi tinerii din ziua de azi dar pe vremea mea nu am auzit pe nimeni care sa isi fi fumat "ierbarul"...curios totusi, plante existau si atunci, dar nah... poate nu asa de "bune" ca astea din ziua de azi... Se pare ca oficial guvernul a luat aceasta masura, datorita numarului mare de tineri ajunsi la spital intoxicati de tot felul de plante sau chiar, desi nu este oficial de numarul de persoane decedate de pe urma consumului de plante etnobotanice. Se pare ca totusi adevaratul motiv al aprobarii acestei legi, din surse neoficiale, ne verificate inca... la urechile premierului Boc ar fi ajuns o vorba cum ca un grup de 5 tineri se pregatesc pe ascuns sa intre in cartea recordurilor...se pare ca acesti tineri si-au propos ca pana la sfarsitul anului sa fumeze gradina botanica din Bucuresti! Asta da incercare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din legea data de oamenii care vegheaza asupra noastra, reiese ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"...sunt interzise producerea, importul, vânzarea, distribuirea si transmiterea plantelor, produselor vegetale si substantelor care, prin forma ambalajului, continut, prezentare, instructiuni de utilizare, publicitate sau denumire, induc sau pot induce ideea ca folosirea lor, indiferent cum (consum, prizare, aromaterapie) ar putea avea efecte similare celor ale plantelor, substantelor si preparatelor stupefiante sau psihotrope (cu efecte asupra psihicului). De asemenea, distribuirea si comercializarea pentru studiu etnobotanic (privind denumirile populare ale plantelor) a plantelor si produselor vegetale de felul celor amintite se pot face doar cu autorizatie de la Ministerul Agriculturii."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vestea buna ar fi ca o sa avem in continuare o gradina botanica in Bucuresti, dar adio ierbare, adio serate distractive si adio oameni lesinati prin parcari cu gurile inclestate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5429665177515023980?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5429665177515023980/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-seara-prin-gradia-botanica.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5429665177515023980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5429665177515023980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-seara-prin-gradia-botanica.html' title='o seara prin gradina botanica...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6237728108399654932</id><published>2010-02-09T13:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:58:22.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lansare album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasu xxl'/><title type='text'>"Ramanem prieteni"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S3FNGZKSjzI/AAAAAAAABaE/hNxE4AQ55k4/s1600-h/Spike-lansare-album-Ramanem-Prieteni-538x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S3FNGZKSjzI/AAAAAAAABaE/hNxE4AQ55k4/s400/Spike-lansare-album-Ramanem-Prieteni-538x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436210997441498930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... Pe 11 februarie ne vedem in Jet Sets Events Hall pentru concertul de lansare Spike “Ramanem Prieteni“! Artistul va fi insotit pe scena de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maximilian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess Who&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasu XXL&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agresiv&lt;/span&gt;. Albumul s-a lansat la inceputul lunii decembrie impreuna cu Gazeta Sporturilor, dupa 3 ani de munca. Concertul de lansare prefateaza&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TU-r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, turneul national pe care Spike il va sustine impreuna cu Guess Who in lunile februarie – aprilie in peste 20 de orase ale tarii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jet Sets Events Hall&lt;/span&gt; este situat in Piata Regina Maria (fost Rond Cosbuc, zona Unirii – este fostul Pacha/Level). Ne vedem acolo joi, 11 februarie, dupa 22!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6237728108399654932?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6237728108399654932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramanem-prieteni.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6237728108399654932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6237728108399654932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramanem-prieteni.html' title='&quot;Ramanem prieteni&quot;'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S3FNGZKSjzI/AAAAAAAABaE/hNxE4AQ55k4/s72-c/Spike-lansare-album-Ramanem-Prieteni-538x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2029419328692439281</id><published>2010-02-08T09:17:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:06:49.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>inarmat cu rabdare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E iarna! A venit si pe la noi iarna cu multa zapada.Ninge atat de frumos…incat nu poti sa te abtii sa nu iesi afara si sa te uiti lung si sa zici: "Ne-am dat draq!".... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...vremea care este afara a cam dat totul peste cap....inclusiv gandurile mele. A nins multicel in ultimele 24 de ore si din cate vad in prognoza nici nu prea are de gand sa se opreasca. Traficul este dat peste cap, oamenii sunt si ei cu nervii intinsi la maxim si cum ne-am obisnuit deja, in eterna si fascinanta noastra Romanie, se pare ca autoritatilor nici nu prea le pasa. Imi aduc aminte cand eram copil ce ma mai bucuram cand ma trezeam dimineata si imi lipeam nasul de geamul aburit, vedeam cum s-a pus zapada afara si imi aduc aminte cum bucuria de atunci era direct proportionala cu stratul de zapada, cu cat era mai mare cu atat eram mai fericit. Aruncam doua haine pe mine, luam sania si ieseam la joaca... Nu acelasi lucru as putea sa il spun si acum, nemultumirea si frustrarea a luat usor, usor...locul bucuriei. Oameni inghesuiti in metrou, multe haine pe mine, miscari greoaie, frisoane, raceala, trotuare pline de zapada in care oamenii fac slalom, autobuze care vin din ce in ce mai greu si mai pline...multa agitatie. Ah! Urasc iarna...urasc iarna de acum. Si asta nu e nimic, abia astept sa se incalzeasca un pic, sa devina totul o chestie de culoare neagra-maronie...care iti distruge incaltamintea, te face sa te stropesti pana la gat, sa inoti intr-o ciormolita. Daca o sa ai noroc poate o sa si aluneci... Ahh! Urasc iarna...iarna din Bucuresti!....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2029419328692439281?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2029419328692439281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/inarmat-cu-rabdare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2029419328692439281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2029419328692439281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/inarmat-cu-rabdare.html' title='inarmat cu rabdare'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2873980349843011623</id><published>2010-02-07T18:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:25:25.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>schimbare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S28hrkhw2VI/AAAAAAAABZU/6EHFu7J50XE/s1600-h/new+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S28hrkhw2VI/AAAAAAAABZU/6EHFu7J50XE/s400/new+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435600307682859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... pentru ca ma plictisisem de vechea tema de blog, m-am decis sa o schimb. Sper sa va placa si aceasta tema. Daca va deranjeaza sau observati ceva greseli, nu ezitati sa imi lasati un comment. Promit ca va raspund!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2873980349843011623?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2873980349843011623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/schimbare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2873980349843011623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2873980349843011623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/schimbare.html' title='schimbare'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S28hrkhw2VI/AAAAAAAABZU/6EHFu7J50XE/s72-c/new+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5154498962293519135</id><published>2010-02-07T10:41:00.022+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:17:39.151+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el negro'/><title type='text'>eveniment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S259JkBzRzI/AAAAAAAABY0/Myj6F6PZQlI/s1600-h/10-02-06-marleytribut-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S259JkBzRzI/AAAAAAAABY0/Myj6F6PZQlI/s400/10-02-06-marleytribut-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435419403526293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...agitatie mare, mult zgomot, ninsoare si multi tineri. Unde in alta parte decat in Bucuresti'ul nostru drag si mai anume in clubul Suburbia de pe &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;strada Selari 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ce s-a intamplat acolo? Dupa cum bine o arata si afisul a fost seara iubitorilor de reggae si anume "Bob Marley - The legend lives on" cu trupa El Negro. Si cum nu puteam tocmai eu sa lipsesc de la un eveniment asa de special si cu sprijinul prietenilor de la &lt;a href="http://www.radio3net.ro/"&gt;Radio 3Net&lt;/a&gt; la ora 23:00 eram pe baricade. Pur si simplu nu mi-a venit sa cred... Rar mai vezi un asa concert, pentru o clipa am crezut ca sunt in concert "The Cat Empire". Atmosfera minunata iar baietii au fost la inaltime si au facut un show de 2 ore si jumatate, un show pe care toti cei care au fost prezenti nu il vor uita curand. Multa muzica, multa voie buna, dar ce m-a bucurat foarte mult a fost  sa observ ca lumea inca nu a uitat sa se simta bine si sa se distreze....indiferent de griji sau de vremea de afara. Dupa concert seara a continuat cu o tanara Dj-itza care a reusit sa arunce publicul in aer cu mixuri care pur si simplu te faceau sa te ridici singur de pe canapea (reggae bineinteles). Ma bucur ca am putut sa ajung la acest concert minunat si multumesc inca odata &lt;a href="http://www.radio3net.ro/"&gt;Radio 3Net&lt;/a&gt;! ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S26FeVPW19I/AAAAAAAABZE/hMSZdHO_y7w/s1600-h/radio3net1.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detalii: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Fg53ui7_38"&gt;EL NEGRO - live - TRIBUT MARLEY (06.02.09@Suburbia)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5154498962293519135?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5154498962293519135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/eveniment.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5154498962293519135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5154498962293519135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/eveniment.html' title='eveniment'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S259JkBzRzI/AAAAAAAABY0/Myj6F6PZQlI/s72-c/10-02-06-marleytribut-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7458829588549594555</id><published>2010-02-04T17:44:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:04:41.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>analiză şi critică literară</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCUFIŢA ROŞIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analiză şi Critică literară&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce Scufiţa Roşie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din start, ne dăm seama că este vorba despre o minoră de care copiii, în răutatea lor, şi-au bătut joc cu această poreclă, probabil din cauza unei căciuliţe roşii croşetate de mămica ei, pe care fetiţa o poartă des din cauza unei sensibilităţi fizice la frig în regiunea craniului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşadar avem de-a face cu o bolnavă marginalizată şi descurajată de societatea din jurul ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scufiţa merge zi de zi cu coşuleţul cu mâncare la bunicuţa care locuieşte în pădure. Nici o bunică normală nu locuieşte în pădure. Singura explicaţie este că această bunică a primit în urma retrocedărilor câteva hectare de teren împădurit. Este ştiut că ţăranii nu se gândesc mult până să taie pădurea, mai ales înainte de venirea iernii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşadar, această bunică este o scorpie zgârcită care şi-a făcut casa în pădure (oare nu tot din lemn tăiat fără aprobare de la Ocolul Silvic?) şi stă acolo ca să-şi păzească avutul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teoria că este vorba de o babă ticaloasă se verifică prin faptul că în loc să plătească un serviciu de livrare la domiciliu a hranei, a silit-o pe nepoata ei (o fiinţă neajutorată şi bolnavă) să facă zilnic naveta din oraş în pădure,fără să-i pese de pericolele la care o expune pe biata fată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scufiţa Roşie se întâlneşte cu lupul care o descoase în privinţa drumului ei. Deja intrăm într-o zonă a fanteziei bolnave. Unu la mână că în România lupi nu prea mai sunt, doi la mână că se feresc de om ca de dracu, iar trei la mână, nu vorbesc şi chiar de ar face-o, ar intreba de cel mai apropiat braconier sau unde e cea mai apropiată stână.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura explicaţie este că Scufiţa Roşie s-a uitat atât de mult la AnimalPlanet încât cunoaşte obiceiurile lupilor şi le poate înţelege scheunăturile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupul o ia înaintea Scufiţei, care se opreşte la cules de flori, îşi preface vocea, intra la bunică şi o înghite. Nu mai stăm să analizăm faptul că în pădure nu prea sunt flori. Dar trebuie spus că e dăunator să înveţi copiii că e corect ca atunci când ai o treabă de făcut, să te opreşti la cules flori fără să ştii dacă nu-s cumva specii protejate şi în consecinţă, pe cale de dispariţie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupul în schimb pare un personaj menit să fie bătaia de joc a creatorilor de basme. Lupul este un individ mânat de dorinţa perpetuă de a năvăli în casele oamenilor. Foloseşte toate tertipurile: imită voci şi dacă nu-i iese, vadit frustrat, face casa praf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         Concluzie: Lupul este comis-voiajorul actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunica muşcă momeala şi-i dă drumul. Iată cum este prezentată imaginea unei persoane în vârstă: o senilă care nu ştie să facă deosebirea între un urlet de lup şi glasul propriei nepoate. Cu această imagine vor rămâne copiii noştri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupul se îmbracă cu hainele bunicii, se aşează în pat unde îl găseşte Scufiţa Roşie. O ademeneşte prin vorbe şirete să se apropie şi o înghite şi pe ea. Lupul fiind îmbrăcat în hainele bunicii, induce în mintea copilului sensul noţiunii de travestit, putându-i afecta grav viitoarea orientare sexuală.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ce fel de minte bolnavă poate spune la copii aşa porcării?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar dialogul, purtat cu Scufiţa, e plin de aluzii sexuale: toate la lup sunt mari, urechile, labele, dinţii şi mai ce?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar el răspunde invariabil cu minciuni menite să o aduca pe Scufiţa în pat lângă el. De aici deducem: corupere de minori şi perversiuni sexuale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apare vânătorul care împuşcă lupul şi le eliberează pe Scufiţa Roşie şi bunica. Ce caută vânătorul în casa bunicii? Înseamnă că nu e prima dată. Un vânător tânăar şi o femeie bătrână, singuri în mijlocul pădurii. Şi ne mai mirăm că "Ştirile de la ora 5" abundă în relatări despre violuri săvârşite asupra unor bătrâne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-un studiu publicat de Ministerul de Interne aflam că toţi aceşti infractori au citit în copilărie Scufiţa Roşie şi iată consecinţele: ani grei de puşcărie! Apoi ce căuta la vânătoare de lupi pe proprietate privată?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din două una: sau e un braconier nenorocit sau e un ştab mare de la Bucureşti care plăteşte sume imense doar pentru satisfacerea nevoilor sale&lt;br /&gt;sadice. În oricare dintre variante, ar trebui să fie înfierat de creatorul basmului şi nicidecum glorificat pentru fapta sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalul poveştii este sinistru: lupul zbătându-se în ghearele morţii "eliberează" cele două femei. Adică, avem oroarea să asistăm la apariţia a două făpturi parţial digerate care se pare că nu au murit, ci cu nonşalantă îşi reiau firul vieţii. Mai rău ca în filmele horror! Şi ne mai întrebăm de ce există copii dereglaţi din toate punctele de vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asemenea închipuiri ale unei minţi bolnave se "servesc" copiilor între 2 şi 7 ani! Nici nu mai vorbesc despre marea oroare a literaturii mondiale: "Albă ca Zăpada" - auzi albă, imaculată şi ea trăieşte sub acelaşi acoperiş nu cu unul, ci cu 7 bărbaţi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruşine! Ruşine! Ruşine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(povestea nu imi apartine, asa ca nu va bucurati prea tare...m'am gandit doar ca ar fi bine sa o stiti si voi....enjoy)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7458829588549594555?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7458829588549594555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/analiza-si-critica-literara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7458829588549594555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7458829588549594555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/analiza-si-critica-literara.html' title='analiză şi critică literară'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8912420036712874636</id><published>2010-01-23T18:07:00.060+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:51:04.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>consumul de sentimente creeaza dependenta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dee353376b70c5af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddee353376b70c5af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44B6202E0FD239F07E06FFE787CA27AD89E8B5C1.113EEA0C3BFFAC109B20C3F47E35A4E3265F4EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddee353376b70c5af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRuvMLHJ2DtnVbPdQDY-BGlY46Dw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddee353376b70c5af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44B6202E0FD239F07E06FFE787CA27AD89E8B5C1.113EEA0C3BFFAC109B20C3F47E35A4E3265F4EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddee353376b70c5af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRuvMLHJ2DtnVbPdQDY-BGlY46Dw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(.... ce am constatat este ca, desi uneori nu are nevoie, omul are intodeauna tendinta sa consume. Mancare, bautura..si tot ce se poate consuma si ironic sau nu, se pare ca pentru om tot ce i-a fost daruit nu a fost suficient incat intr-o buna zi a decis sa inceapa sa se consume chiar pe el. Avem nevoie sa consumam chiar si sentimente! Sunt multi oameni care sunt dependenti de anumite sentimente. Sunt oameni care traiesc cu impresia ca datorita consumului ridicat de sentimente placute sau neplacute au ajuns sa isi dea seama ca numai asa pot face din imposibil ceva posibil....si invers. FALS! Acest lucru este posibil doar pt ca tu poti sa faci chestia aia, si stii cum se face... numai ca nu ti-ai dai seama pana atunci... de aceea se zice ca rabdarea nu este o calitate este o virtute! Inchipuie-ti ca esti in stare sa consumi mai mult decat iti este dat! Ce se intampla atunci? Fie creezi fie distrugi! Luam prima situatie. Incepi sa iti creezi acele sentimente...artificial sa spunem. Adica incepi sa iti induci niste stari si niste sentimente, pe care cei din jurul tau nu ti le mai pot oferi.  Incepi sa iti clonezi sentimente bucata cu bucata.  Incepi sa iti distrugi gandurile, incepi sa iti distrugi reactiile, incepi sa iti distrugi personalitatea si perceptiile. Iau ca exemplu rosiile crescute la tara de mana ta si rosiile de import. Care au gustul mai bun? Exact asta vreau sa subliniez....desi par aceleasi, sentimentele creeate de tine nu au acelasi gust ca cele care sunt generate de oamenii din jurul tau. Daca luam a doua situatie, si anume distrugerea, vreau sa fac referire la acei oameni care nu au capacitatea de a-si clona sentimentele dar au asa zis-ul talent de a le stoarce de la altii. Sunt oamenii care isi distrug principiile si ratiunea pentru ca cei din jurul lor sa le ofere sentimentul pe care si-l doresc. In timp reusesc sa isi distrug persoanele de langa ei...chiar si pe cei dragi lor. Care din situatii este mai buna? Niciuna ai putea spune! Atunci ce e de facut? Primul pas din punctul meu de vedere ar fi sa incepi sa iti calculezi cat consumi...dar mai ales ce consumi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfacerea nevoii de consum presupune cunoasterea nevoii respective.&lt;/span&gt; Trebuie sa ne dam seama ce ne este uitl si ce nu ne este util. Ca si in cazul mancarii...tu stii cel mai bine, ce iti este util si ce nu! Asa trebuie sa facem si cu sentimentele. Odata ce le putem percepe si distinge, putem incepe sa le si cautam. Fiecare om de langa tine genereaza un sentiment sau mai multe de-a lungul vietii lui. Daca acel sentiment este cel pe care il cauti in momentul respectiv fii alaturi de persoana respectiva....si la propriu si la figurat! Nu trebuie sa iti creezi nici propriile sentimente si nici sa distrugi persoana de langa tine ca sa iti creeze sentimente. Sentimentele artificiale nu au nici un gust....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-8912420036712874636?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8912420036712874636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/01/consumul-de-sentimente-creeaza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8912420036712874636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8912420036712874636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2010/01/consumul-de-sentimente-creeaza.html' title='consumul de sentimente creeaza dependenta!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-1162170370784992259</id><published>2009-12-16T13:32:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:54:35.539+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsabilitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constiinta'/><title type='text'>evolutie fara revolutie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S02Ur3kdscI/AAAAAAAABYU/oUPT538b-bU/s1600-h/evolutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S02Ur3kdscI/AAAAAAAABYU/oUPT538b-bU/s400/evolutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426156607423492546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...Fie ca functionam ca un grup sau ca si persoana singulara cu totii suntem supusi involuntar sau nu, unei evolutii. Dar de ce sa asteptam sa evoluam? De ce sa nu ne dorim noi sa facem asta? Analizand aceasta situatie, imi permit totusi sa definesc ca si "evolutie" amestecul dintre..."constiinta","vointa" si "actiune". Sa le luam pe rand! Ce este constiinta? Daca am lua definitia mai academica am defini constiinta ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;sentiment pe care omul îl are asupra moralității acțiunilor sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mai bine zis si pe intelesul tuturor, constiinta ar putea fi foarte bine definita si ca: "latura a omuli care il impiedica sa faca lucruri rele sau distructive atat pentru el cat si pentru societate". Bun! Ce este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;vointa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt; Capacitate de a concentra eforturile spre realizarea unui anumit scop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Si cu asta am spus tot, despre vointa! Din pacate aceasta vointa de una singura, nu prea ne ajuta in realizarea evolutiei. Daca am amesteca constiinta cu vointa ar rezulta in termeni liberi "dorinta de a face lucruri". De la dorinta de a face lucruri la evolutie nu mai este decat un pas, si anume "actiunea". Nu este de ajuns doar sa vrei, trebuie sa si faci! Daca as putea sa fac un rezumat la ce am scris mai sus ar suna cam asa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Evoluţia omului este evoluţia constiintei sale, şi “conştiinţa” nu poate evolua inconştient. Evolutia omului este evoluţia voinţei sale, şi ”voinţa” nu poate evolua involuntar. Evoluţia omului este evoluţia puterii sale de acţiune, şi “acţiunea” nu poate fi rezultatul a ceea ce se întamplă.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si am putut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-1162170370784992259?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1162170370784992259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/evolutie-fara-revolutie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1162170370784992259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1162170370784992259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/evolutie-fara-revolutie.html' title='evolutie fara revolutie!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/S02Ur3kdscI/AAAAAAAABYU/oUPT538b-bU/s72-c/evolutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3963615771566783132</id><published>2009-12-13T16:02:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:33:00.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cand visele devin realitate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21d578843e112034" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21d578843e112034%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F9712C1F9815203DA8FB7A74C18F3C33AB43E13.6B58B76E8143115156455F5B10207214B7AD4EF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21d578843e112034%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UrvrKu9NBMnBCGyMbRZ8ByzilQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21d578843e112034%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F9712C1F9815203DA8FB7A74C18F3C33AB43E13.6B58B76E8143115156455F5B10207214B7AD4EF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21d578843e112034%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UrvrKu9NBMnBCGyMbRZ8ByzilQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(... pasim cu pasi poate prea repezi prin viata asta, uitam de noi... uitam de lumea din jurul nostru, dar mai ales uitam de lumea din sufletul nostru, uitam de lumea ce am construit-o cu mii de sperante, cu mii de vise si mai ales cu miliarde de dorinte...ce urmeaza acum? nu stiu! dar totul are un sfarsit...adio lume imaginara, bun venit realitate....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/babydollada/177827ff5fee43.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/babydollada/177827ff5fee43.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIKE - REALITATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-3963615771566783132?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3963615771566783132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/cand-visele-devin-realitate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3963615771566783132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3963615771566783132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/cand-visele-devin-realitate.html' title='cand visele devin realitate?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-795565623695007732</id><published>2009-12-12T18:02:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:48:17.169+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegeri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='votare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presedinte'/><title type='text'>turul III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyPIMPvCzXI/AAAAAAAABXY/r23JIXA1TVA/s1600-h/votat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyPIMPvCzXI/AAAAAAAABXY/r23JIXA1TVA/s400/votat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414391289737301362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(... Nu am putut sa ma abtin si sa nu scriu si despre asta. Sunt atat de oripilat de tot ce se intampla incat imi vine sa emigrez oricunde, sa ma duc dracu numai sa nu mai stau aici. Poate tu ai vrut sa alegi  schimbarea, alti au vrut continuitatea; dar tristul adevar este ca nimeni nu a ales nimic. Au ales altii pentru noi! Manipularea din ce in ce mai agresiva a reusit sa dea de inteles oamenilor ca "azi" mai mult ca nicodata, SCHIMBAREA tine doar de ei! Bullshit! O sa vorbesc doar in numele meu si va zic ca sunt absolut scarbit de ce se intampla. Avand de ales intre "doua rele" m-am gandit sa-mi exercit dreptul de cetatean al acestui stat si sa merg la vot... si chiar asta am si facut. Concentrat pe ideea ca "de maine" va fi un pic mai bine, am asteptat frumos in fata televizorului rezultatele finale ale alegerilor, cand... STUPOARE! Avem doi presedinti ai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"eternei si mereu fascinantei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ROMANIE! Fiecare candidat se declara castigator. Cu gura pana la urechi si cu niste discursuri care mai de care mai penale,  noii presedinti ai Romaniei incercau sa convinga oamenii ca au ales bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oamenii au ales bine? Oamenii?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Si asta a fost doar inceputul, nu intru in detalii ca stiti si voi ce s-a intamplat de fapt cand duminica seara era castigator Mircea Geoana si a doua zi Traian Basescu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;PSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;resedinte in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;eara de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;uminica / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;PDL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;resedinte in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;imineata de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;uni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Un lucru este cert, acum la aproape o saptamana de la terminarea alegerilor: in politica din Romania este un haos total. Acuzatii peste acuzatii, certuri peste certuri, contestatii peste contestatii.... pentru ce? Doar ca sa demonstrezi ca celalalt a furat mai mult ca tine?? Felicitari domnilor! Ati reusit inca odata sa demonstrati oamenilor ca batalia pentru ciolan este mult mai importanta decat siguranta, prosperitatea si stabilitatea acestei tari, ati reusit inca odata sa ne faceti de ras in fata celorlalte tari ale lumii. Ati reusit inca odata sa demonstrati ca sunteti mai puternici decat dorinta oamenilor de a avea o Romanie mai buna. Astept cu un real dezgust rezultatul acestor actiuni mizerabile ce se intampla in politica romaneasca, batjocura la care suntem supusi. RUSINE! RUSINE DOMNILOR! ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-795565623695007732?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/795565623695007732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/turul-iii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/795565623695007732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/795565623695007732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/turul-iii.html' title='turul III'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyPIMPvCzXI/AAAAAAAABXY/r23JIXA1TVA/s72-c/votat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8257219768206245553</id><published>2009-12-11T08:41:00.034+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:40:37.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sclavie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tehnologie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependenta'/><title type='text'>PROTEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyIK9v3HwXI/AAAAAAAABXQ/x_CDgOlPEAQ/s1600-h/manipularea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyIK9v3HwXI/AAAAAAAABXQ/x_CDgOlPEAQ/s400/manipularea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413901757988716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(... cat de mult ai putea sa te sacrifici pentru o schimbare? Ai putea renunta obiceiurile tale, ai putea face compromisuri, ai putea renunta la tot ce ai? Cat de departe ai merge? In fiecare zi suntem supusi tentatiilor, in fiecare zi devenim tot mai dependenti de ce se intampla in jurul nostru. Telefon, calculator, masina si multe altele. Ai putea spune ca sunt un rau necesar, dar si eu as putea sa te intreb in acelasi timp, cum de altii inaintea noastra au rezistat si fara? Am ajuns sa petrecem mai mult timp cu masinariile decat cu oamenii sau cu natura. Avem impresia ca prin tehnologie avem toata lumea aproape, cand de fapt suntem tot mai singuri si mai deprimati. De parca nu eram deja satuii de dependenta de substante, am ajuns acum sa depindem si de tehnologie! Singuri in spatele unui monitor care in catziva ani o sa iti distruga ochii si sanatatea, singuri in spatele unui telefon care iti aduce pe zi ce trece tot mai multe vesti proaste, singuri in spatele unor masinarii care desi se pretind tot mai sigure...reusesc sa ne rapeasca dintre noi persoanele dragi. Nu militez anti-tehnologie, sa se inteleaga clar, doar ca atat eu, cat si multi dintre voi care citesc aceasta postare am ajuns sa fim dependenti. Nu trebuie sa recunosti, nici nu iti cer asta, numai ca stai te rog o secunda jos si gandeste-te. ORICE CONSUMUL EXCESIV ...CREEAZA DEPENDENTA! De ce lumea acuza dependenta? Lumea fuge de dependenta; fuge de dependenta de alcool, fuge de dependenta de droguri, fuge de orice alta dependenta ... mai putin de asta. Ce se intampla cu dependenta de tehnologie? Raspunsul este acelasi; ca in cazul oricarei consumari excesive... IN FINAL TE VA DISTRUGE! Auzi mereu: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...imi pun bani deoparte sa imi cumpar un telefon nou", "imi pun bani deoparte sa imi cumpar componente mai noi la calculator", "imi pun bani deoparte sa imi schimb masina sa imi iau una mai noua si mai puternica"&lt;/span&gt; . Nu stiu daca reusesc sa ma fac inteles, dar consider ca a venit vremea sa facem o schimbare. Cum ziceam si in postarea anterioara, trebuie sa privim si altfel, trebuie sa ne dam seama ca pentru a ajunge la un anumit lucru sau pentru a ajunge intr-o anumita situatie, sunt mai multe moduri. Nu trebuie sa ne complacem intr-o lume in care ni-se "baga pe gat" tehnologie si ni-se intipareste in creier ca nu putem reusi fara. Daca nu ti-ai dat seama pana acum exact asta se intampla in jurul nostru, in intreaga lume! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;S-a trecut de la evolutie pentru binele umanitatii la prostire si indobitocire in masa, populatia trebuie tinuta sub control iar tehnologia este cea mai buna metoda. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am trecut de la "a folosi tehnologia" la a "fi folositi de catre tehnologie"....&lt;/span&gt; Adevarul este ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;putem fi mai creativi si ne putem stimula mult mai mult creierul si fara a depinde de ea.   Tinerii din ziua de azi se pare ca  nu mai stiu altceva decat sa se refugieze de lumea din jurul lor in tehnologie, isi creeaza o lume proprie si se indeparteaza tot mai mult de lumea reala. Si te intrebi inca de ce esti singur? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nu este general valabila descrierea de mai sus, insa sunt din ce in ce tot mai putini cei care fac diferenta iar in curand nu cred ca o sa mai existe nimeni. O sa ajungem traim din ce in ce mai putin, iar intr-un viitor care se apropie cu repeziciune  "o sa ajungem sa ne nastem morti!" atat fizic cat si psihic...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;                           "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Vom amplifica asa zisa “Societate a Distractiilor si Placerilor Instinctuale” care va dirija generatiile tinere in directia dorita de noi. Ne vom folosi de aparitia si dezvoltarea tehnologiei audio-video precum si de jocurile de calculator pentru a perverti tineretul. Satisfacerea instantanee a tuturor instinctelor primare este ideala pentu a face oamenii slabi si manipulabili. O persoana cazuta in robia simturilor nu are idealuri nici tarie de caracter. Este “Individualista” si “Independenta” prin natura sa si reprezinta tipologia ideala pentru formarea omului viitorului. Tot acest “vid interior” al tinerilor si adolescentilor va fi umplut cu o stiinta falsa si virtuala. Vom initia generatiile urmatoare in universul computerelor. In acest scop ne vom servi foarte bine de sistemele de educatie. Vom ajunge in final la un sclav in slujba altui sclav si toti vor fi controlati de noi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Protocoalele de la Toronto / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sursa: www.descopera.ro&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&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/3179024166745876171-8257219768206245553?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8257219768206245553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/protest.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8257219768206245553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8257219768206245553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/protest.html' title='PROTEST!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyIK9v3HwXI/AAAAAAAABXQ/x_CDgOlPEAQ/s72-c/manipularea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8208387027841980455</id><published>2009-12-10T12:53:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:42:31.252+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suflet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemultumire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minte'/><title type='text'>Ce ar fi sa inversam ordinea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyDddes1WXI/AAAAAAAABXI/bE08PhTPHj4/s1600-h/suflet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyDddes1WXI/AAAAAAAABXI/bE08PhTPHj4/s400/suflet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413570250626390386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... am judecat fara sa ma uit la mine, mereu am facut asa. Am zbierat, m-am enervat, am urat si am iubit din ce in ce mai superficial, tocmai pentru ca nu ma cunosteam indeajuns de bine pe mine. Emiteam pretentii la cei din jurul meu, le reprosam ca incearca sa ma conduca dar nu observam niciodata ca doar incerca sa ma ajute sau poate doar sa ma ghideze printre propriile ganduri, pentru ca de cealalta parte a oglinzii nu era nimeni. Am desoperit ca sunt instabil emotional, am descoperit ca sunt vulnerabil si am mai desoperit ca sunt al dracului de neimpacat cu propria persoana. Cum este posibil ca, desi trece timpul, totusi un om sa ramana cu toate ranile deschise? Ma simt de parca as merge pe un teren parjolit de focul nemultumirilor mele, un foc care a avut grija sa nu lase nimic in urma. Am reusit ca de fiecare data cand cineva incerca sa planteze o floare in acel teren sa am grija sa dispara si el.... si floarea. Ce este in mintea dar mai ales in sufletul meu? Imi permit sa citez din blogul unei prietene&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Sufletul are o rezonanta in viata noastra; punem suflet in aproape absolut ce facem; punem suflet cand vrem sa facem bine, punem suflet cand se prepara mancarea, punem suflet cand citim, punem suflet intr-o relatie de prietenie, punem suflet in absolut tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Uneori cunoastem intai privirea, dupa aceea trupul, urmat de minte si suflet. Ce ar fi sa inversam ordinea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;??(http://sunetultacerii.wordpress.com)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Acum stiu! Sufletul imi este intunecat de propria minte. Atunci cand mintea incepe sa creeze incertitudini, dubii, nemultumiri, ura, egoism, frica, agonie sufletul cedeaza, simte ca nu mai poate face nimic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce ar fi sa inversam ordinea? &lt;/span&gt;Pot incepe prin a face tot posibilul sa imi cunosc mai intai sufletul si pe urma celelalte lucruri,  sa cunosc mai intaii sufletele celor de langa mine si pe urma sa vad mai departe. O sa las mintea pe locul doi si o sa caut in sufletul meu si al vostru, cei care sunteti langa mine acele momente care au contat cu adevarat pentru mine si pentru voi si care ne-au marcat, in tot ceea ce putem defini acum, ca fiind "viata". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul care merge ignorand sufletul este asemeni unui orb care rataceste prin intuneric purtand cu el o torta stinsa.&lt;/span&gt; Corpul este muritor insa sufletul ramane pe veci, imi acord mie si iti acord si tie cel care esti in aceeasi situatie ca si mie o sansa sa mai putem face ceva, sa plantam pe acel camp parjolit de nemultumirile noastre o floare... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CE ZICI? INVERSAM ORDINEA?&lt;/span&gt; ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8208387027841980455?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8208387027841980455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/ce-ar-fi-sa-inversam-ordinea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8208387027841980455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8208387027841980455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/ce-ar-fi-sa-inversam-ordinea.html' title='Ce ar fi sa inversam ordinea?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SyDddes1WXI/AAAAAAAABXI/bE08PhTPHj4/s72-c/suflet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5604488661050691959</id><published>2009-12-09T12:55:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:08:45.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un alt final (part3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....statea cu capul pe perna si cu ochii inchisi, tresarea usor, la orice mic zgomot dar intr-un final reusi sa adoarma. Adormi cu gandul ca atunci cand se va trezi totul va fi bine, ca el se va intoarce spunandu-i ca ii pare rau, ca a gresit si ca o iubeste. Avea atata nevoie sa auda asta. Mai ales acum! Cu trecerea timpului, incet d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e pe chipul ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; se risipi orice urma de agitatie si de ingrijorare pe care o avusese pana atunci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sus de pe acoperisul blocului in care locuia, putea sa vada tot in jurul ei; blocuri, oameni, masini, putea sa vada si sa simta toata agitatia orasului. Era acolo unde mai fusese de atatea ori  si pentru o clipa se gandi sa isi tina respiratia, vroia sa testeze un gand care ii trecuse de atatea ori prin minte. Vroia sa stie ca  daca ea se opreste din respirat, oare se va opri si totul in jurul ei? Desi deloc surprinsa de rezultatul testului ei, usor dezamagita se aseza pe marginea blocului cu picioarele in afara. Se gandea la ce a facut si la ce putea inca sa mai faca, se gandea la ce a iubit si putea inca sa mai iubesca, se gandea la cat a suferit si cat o sa mai sufere de acum incolo. Balanta era destul de echilibrata si asta o enerva la culme. Vantul ii adia usor prin parul care ii cadea peste umeri, era un vant rece care din cand in cand o mai facea sa isi aduca aminte ce inseamna caldura. Asta o facu sa tresara, exact acest lucru ii lipsise atat de mult, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;caldura,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;si parca niciodata nu gasise cuvantul potrivit sa descrie ceea ce ii lipsea; stia ca este in cautarea unui lucru dar nu reusise niciodata sa il defineasca. Zambi usor si isi aprinse o tigara. Tragea intodeauna dupa ea o carte, un pachet de tigari si un aparat de fotografiat. Reusise cumva sa reuneasca la un loc cele mai marii vicii ale ei: setea de cunoastere, nevoia de a consuma propriile ganduri si frici, puterea de a opri si imortaliza timpul. Era stapana pe ea, pe gandurile ei si mai ales pe miscarile pe care le facea..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dormea si respira usor. Era atat de calma si de linistita incat oricine o cunostea isi putea da seama usor de un lucru; avea acea expresie a fetei pe care o avea numai cand era cu el, avea expresia celei mai fericite persoane de pe pamant. Treptat in camera mica incepu sa patrunda, odata cu ivirea zorilor, si primele raze de lumina&lt;/span&gt;. Pareau sa nu o deranjeze. Din cand in cand se mai auzeau zgomote de la masinile care treceau pe afara, dar nici aceste zgomote nu o deranjau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5604488661050691959?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5604488661050691959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-alt-final-part3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5604488661050691959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5604488661050691959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-alt-final-part3.html' title='Un alt final (part3)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7665133892559132286</id><published>2009-12-08T11:31:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:35:35.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx4c_bsaR7I/AAAAAAAABWE/IxUgx2aZcuw/s1600-h/domino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx4c_bsaR7I/AAAAAAAABWE/IxUgx2aZcuw/s400/domino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412795678237280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... ce incepe se si termina. BIZAR! Nu stiu ce legatura are cu starea mea de acum dar simteam nevoia sa va zic: TOTUL PARE BIZAR! Cred ca stiti sau va puteti imagina reactia de la final a persoanelor care asista la caderea ultimei piese dintr-un joc de domino. Extaz, bucurie dar si un fel de dezamagire, ce a fost frumos s-a terminat. Atata munca pentru totusi poate prea putina bucurie. Care este realitatea? In nici un caz REALITATEA TV! Acum inteleg de ce am rezistat 3 ani fara televizor...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; ["Dimineata, iar ....sunt la serviciu, incerc sa raman treaz...nici nu am apucat sa imi beau cafeaua pe ziua de azi. Este de munca! Ma bucur! E ciudat cum in vremurile astea de criza sa ajungem sa ne bucuram ca avem ce sa muncim. De fapt nu am nici un chef, pe cine incerc eu sa mint...."] &lt;/span&gt;Intodeauna ma gandesc ce impact ar putea avea deciziile mele si reactiile mele pentru lumea din jurul meu, dar mai ales pentru mine. Jocul inca nu a inceput, si eu totusi indraznesc sa ma intreb.... oare vor cadea toate piesele?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Lumea intra sau iese, tipa sau vorbeste incet, este treaza sau doarme, respira sau aude, vede sau simte, mereu intr-o continua miscare.... STOP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NU VA MAI SUPORT!&lt;/span&gt; ["&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ma ridic dupa scaun si incerc sa pornesc o discutie cu colegii mei, se pare ca nu e cea mai buna zi... a reusit altcineva sa imi fure berea, ce bere ??? Nu ai vazut ca cine il face pe sef sa rada primeste o bere... CEA MAI STUPIDA RECLAMA. Ma retrag la birou, respir adanc, mai sunt doar trei ore."]&lt;/span&gt; Nu mai suport nimic! Realitatea se deformeaza cu cat te uiti mai mult la ea. Pai ...si cam unde ai vrea sa ma uit? In ....sus! Imbraca formele pe care noi insine le dorim, practic ne manipulam singuri. Imi vine in cap un vers "Realitatea se deformeaza, simti ca iti plesneste capul / Ai grija cate grame bagi ... ca te duci dracu..." Chiar? Nimic... Cati au oare indrazneala de a o lua de la capat, a construi un nou joc si cati se complac in a fi spectatori la jocurile altora? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;["Tocmai ce am mancat, pfff ma simt super, acum as dormi vreo doua ore. Acum am impresia ca si glumele sunt mai reusite, sa fie oare ca am somacul plin? Incepe sa imi placa ceea ce fac si se pare ca incep sa o fac din ce in ce mai bine. In doua ore sunt acasa...RELAX TIME!"] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Incep sa imi construiesc jocul, un joc nou. Un joc mult mai simplu. Imi adun incet piesele! Ce o sa iasa sau, ce nu o sa iasa? Ce o sa se intample la final? Daca o sa fie bucurie sau dezamagire cum o sa reactionez!?!...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actiunea a inceput astept reactiunea!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;["Am plecat acasa... in sfarsit!"]&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7665133892559132286?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7665133892559132286/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/bizar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7665133892559132286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7665133892559132286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/bizar.html' title='bizar'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx4c_bsaR7I/AAAAAAAABWE/IxUgx2aZcuw/s72-c/domino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6451754545182702204</id><published>2009-12-07T21:33:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:38:52.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>epic fail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx1dmEvivRI/AAAAAAAABV8/fssFSvXVnuw/s1600-h/sinuciderea+unui+inger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx1dmEvivRI/AAAAAAAABV8/fssFSvXVnuw/s400/sinuciderea+unui+inger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412585235858767122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ...seara... muzica, singur... televizor,meci ... sondaje, meci .....sondaje....singur! Ma uit pe rezultatele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exit-poll&lt;/span&gt; facute de Analytics-ul meu si vreau sa va multumesc voua celor 2-4 care urmariti zi de zi blogul meu.  De fapt nu stiu de ce il mai urmariti!?! Ce prost sunt... va multumesc la toti fie ca ma cititi fie ca nu ma cititi... Mi-se invart ideile in cap ...ma gandesc la voi, la fel de mult cum ma gandesc la mine ... nu stiu cum as putea sa va rasplatesc altfel decat sa fac postari din ce in ce mai interesante pentru voi, dar momentan nu pot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC FAIL !&lt;/span&gt; Da stiu, in curand nici voi nu o sa ma mai puteti urmari...nu o sa aveti ce. Adevarat! Ma gandesc ca as manca o shaorma sau cu m**tzii masii s-o mai scrie... cu mult usturoi, as bea o bere! Ce legatura o avea cu faptul ca nu am mai postat de mult ....nu stiu! Cum as putea sa ma simt, si ce as putea sa gandesc.... cand vad ca nimanui nu ii mai pasa nici macar de el dar sa nu mai discutam de altii... Sa ma f*ut pe ei de bani ... as da orice suma pentru o discutie sincera, pentru o imbratisare, pentru un sarut! Un semn BUZZZZ!  "Miruna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: nu te'ai sinucis,nu?&lt;/span&gt;"! Imi vine sa rad... Daca ii raspund, inseamna ca inca nu m-am sinucis! Pfff ! Sa ii raspund, sa nu ii raspund! Tinand cont ca a ramas singura persoana care inca mai crede in mine...si careia ii place sa demonstreze asta....ii raspund : "Jull:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inca nu!&lt;/span&gt;" Iti multumesc Miruna... tie  si celor 4 ... oricare ar fi ei! Speranta inca exista! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tavi231/40d3a52d1d3e38.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tavi231/40d3a52d1d3e38.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lux Aeterna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6451754545182702204?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6451754545182702204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6451754545182702204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6451754545182702204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-fail.html' title='epic fail!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sx1dmEvivRI/AAAAAAAABV8/fssFSvXVnuw/s72-c/sinuciderea+unui+inger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5324469398259540150</id><published>2009-11-09T18:08:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:27:09.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cum te fura somnul...</title><content type='html'>(... cand te astepti mai putin atunci se intampla! Exact!  Este si cazul personajului nostru, care desi stia ca in Romania este greu sa fii cinstit, a aflat pe propria spinare cum a ajuns sa "fie furat" chiar si de propriul somn! Povestea incepe intr-o zi oarecare din viata lui. Nimic important nu parea sa se intample, dar niciodata nu poti sa zici "niciodata". Era seara, obosit dupa o zi de munca istovitoare a decis sa iasa in oras sa se destinda un pic. Se gandea ca poate o bere rece l-ar putea ajuta sa treaca peste necazurile acumulate si ca ar putea ajuta sa se distreze si el  un pic. De ce nu! Si-a chemat cu el unul din prieteni si au plecat. Habar nu avea ce il asteapta! In club , berile  tot mai reci si mai bune veneau una dupa alta, iar domnisoarele pareau mai atragatoare ca niciodata...se anunta o seara perfecta. Dar nu a fost asa! Muzica la maxim , amestecul de alcool si agitatie faceau ca  orele sa treaca diferit; mai greu pentru unii, mai repede pentru altii dar toata lumea parea fericita si nu parea sa ii dea importanta.  Distractie! Distractie! si iar Disttactie! Se scurg orele din ceasi si se facu 5 jumate dimineata. Prietenul lui il anunta ca pleaca acasa si il intreba daca nu cumva vrea sa mearga impreuna cu taxiul, stateau in acelasi cartier dar trupurile infierbantate ale domnisoarelor si muzica il faceau cumva sa nu retina nimic din intrebarea pusa de prietenul lui iar prima reactie a fost sa dea din cap in sens negativ. Era hotarat sa mai stea! Desi ramasese singur parea sa nu il deranjeze foarte tare. Se trezi afara, nu prea isi mai amintea cum ajunsese acolo , dar era hotarat sa se indrepte spre casa.Se simtea extenuat! In drum spre metrou se gandi ca ar fi mai bine sa mance ceva inainte si se opri exact in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds la Unirii&lt;/span&gt;. Comanda ceva si se aseaza la masa....mancarea parea sa aibe alt gust. Isi duse usor mana la cap si inchise ochii pentru o secunda.  Se trezi speriat! Se pare ca il furase somnul. Doua ore si jumatate! Dar pe langa orele din viata lui se pare ca "somnul" ii furase si telefonul si cei 200 de ron aflati in buzunar. Ce pot spune este doar ca "somnul" a fost de treaba si i-a lasat un bon si cheile de la apartament. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prinde "somnul" scoate-i ochii!&lt;/span&gt; .... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Orice asemanare cu personaje sau intamplari reale este pur si simplu intamplatoare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi stiu ca imi iau bataie ...tot o public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5324469398259540150?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5324469398259540150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/cum-te-fura-somnul.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5324469398259540150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5324469398259540150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/cum-te-fura-somnul.html' title='cum te fura somnul...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4787326870255235419</id><published>2009-11-05T19:50:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:30:30.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ecuatiile vietii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SvMQdJ7OqRI/AAAAAAAABV0/IIP30CrPmdk/s1600-h/fig12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SvMQdJ7OqRI/AAAAAAAABV0/IIP30CrPmdk/s400/fig12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400678471213951250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecuatia 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit + munca + distractie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magar&lt;/span&gt; + munca + distractie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul&lt;/span&gt; - distractie = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magar&lt;/span&gt; + munca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde rezulta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul care nu stie sa se distreze = Magar cu loc de munca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecuatia 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbat&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit + castig bani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbat&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; + castig bani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbat&lt;/span&gt; - castig bani = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde rezulta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul care nu castiga bani este un Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecuatia 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit + cheltuiala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magarul&lt;/span&gt; = mancat + dormit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; + cheltuiala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia&lt;/span&gt; - cheltuiala = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde rezulta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia care nu cheltuie e ca un Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca includem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ecuatia 2&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ecuatia 3&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Postulat1)&lt;/span&gt;   Barbatul&lt;/span&gt; care nu castiga bani = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia&lt;/span&gt; care nu cheltuie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul castiga bani pentru a nu lasa Femeia sa devina Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Femeia cheltuie pentru a nu lasa Barbatul sa devina Magar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Postulat2)&lt;/span&gt;  Barbat + Femeie&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; + castig bani + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magar&lt;/span&gt; + cheltuiala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din postulatele 1 si 2 putem trage concluzia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Barbatul + Femeia = 2 Magari care traiesc fericiti impreuna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4787326870255235419?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4787326870255235419/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/ecuatiile-vietii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4787326870255235419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4787326870255235419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/ecuatiile-vietii.html' title='ecuatiile vietii'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SvMQdJ7OqRI/AAAAAAAABV0/IIP30CrPmdk/s72-c/fig12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6734978475910055495</id><published>2009-11-01T08:34:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:11:04.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puterea mintii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandirea'/><title type='text'>prea devreme sa fie prea tarziu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Su1OaqQyjJI/AAAAAAAABVs/QPKY7L4JHuo/s1600-h/mind-revolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Su1OaqQyjJI/AAAAAAAABVs/QPKY7L4JHuo/s400/mind-revolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399057748215368850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   (*picture provide by google.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...cand omul, aparent nu face nimic ...el face totusi ceva... se gandeste! Probabil ca si mine, acolo undeva ... si voi stati si va ganditi, cum sa reusiti  sa treceti peste tot ce se intampla in jurul vostru, atat viata sociala cat si viata particulara devin treptat niste ruine , cum sa scapati oare de tot ce nu va iese, sa scapati de oamenii care va  zambesc in fatza si va vorbesc pe la spate, sa scapati de situatiile penibile in care zi de zi ne afundam.... cum sa faceti sa va concentrati mai bine pe ceea ce va doriti, cum sa fiti mai aproape de oamenii care au nevoie de voi, cum sa reusiti sa va stapaniti propriile temeri... si de ce nu ... cum sa faceti bani si sa duceti o viata mai buna!  Cand cauti raspunsuri la astfel de intrebari ai impresia ca niciodata nu ai sa le gasesti, ca acestea sunt intrebari la care nimeni nu ti poate da un raspuns, si chiar asa este! Nu vine nimeni sa iti dea raspunsul la intrebarile tale, atata timp cat tu nu iti doresti sa gasesti acest raspuns! Am ramas "placut impresionat" sa aflu ca la intrebarile mele de zi cu zi aveam mereu raspunsul cu mine, iar raspunsul este simplu: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mintea mea&lt;/span&gt;. Exact! Poate va intrebati ... Cum adica? Se zice ca omul vede cu mintea nu cu ochii, cand mintea este goala si nu are vreo tinta sigura, ochii nu fac altceva decat sa se uite in gol si nu vada nimic. Poate o sa razi dar mintea unui om este exact ca o parasuta, functioneaza numai cand este deschisa. Ce inseamna asta? Poate este o comparatie proasta , dar este lafel ca si atunci cand conduci o masina pe timp de ploaie, cu cat mergi mai repede ... cu atat iti este mai afectata vizibilitatea. Cand ne grabim sa gasim o solutie la problemele de zi cu zi, riscam sa ne afectam aceasta "vizibilitate a mintii". Intr-o lume in care se promoveaza intentionat haosul, o lume in care nimic nu mai este organizat, si noi ca indivizi independenti de societate, tindem sa facem acelasi lucru cu vietile noastre. Stim cu totii ca mintea omului nu cunoaste alte frontiere decat cele pe care le stabilim noi insine iar daca nu reusim sa ne ducem mintea dincolo de barierele impuse de societate, nu o sa ramanem decat cu tot mai multe intrebari de genul "Cum sa ...?". Adu-ti aminte doar una din situatiile cand ti-ai dorit cu insistenta un lucru, si ti-ai propus sa obtii acel lucru ... mai devreme sau mai tarziu l-ai avut! Cum a fost posibil acest lucru? Puterea dorintei a declansat automant puterea mintii! Aceasta teorie este explicata in filmul de care cred ca toata lumea a auzit "The Secret", si daca nu ai auzit de el.... zic sa il cauti ca altfel nu o sa iti dai seama de ce spun. Desi la inceput mi s-a parut o aberatie cu iz hollywood-ian, sa zicem ca unele experiente, placute sau mai putin placute au reusit sa imi deschida ochii si sa ma faca sa ma gandesc daca nu cumva acest film,  prezinta un fenomen real, prezent in vietile noastre... iar aceasta putere a mintii este reala si nu se regaseste numai in paginile vreunei carti SF uitate pe raftu vreunui magazin. Nu vreau sa discutam de film , vreau sa discutam despre "mintea noastra" , iar ca o paranteza, pentru cine nu are timp sau nu ii place sa se uite la filme ii propun sa citeasca "Alchimistul" de Paul Coelho. Ideea este aceeasi!  Nu promovez nici filmul , nici cartea ... promovez ideea unei minti libere...capabile de lucruri extraordinare. Pentru ca o minte stralucita discuta idei , o minte mediocra discuta evenimente... iar o minte redusa discuta despre oameni. Doresc ca si tu,  cel ce momentan poate ai mintea plina de intrebari gen "Cum sa...? , sa reusesti sa iti dai seama ca puterea dorintei ... activeaza puterea mintii... iar puterea mintii te ajuta sa scapi de intrebari si sa duci o viata linistita! In speranta ca dupa ce o vei gasi,  vei folosi aceasta putere a mintii in scopuri nobile atat pentru tine cat si pentru cei din jurul tau, iti urez "o viata lunga si prospera"! ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6734978475910055495?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6734978475910055495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/prea-devreme-sa-fie-prea-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6734978475910055495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6734978475910055495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/prea-devreme-sa-fie-prea-tarziu.html' title='prea devreme sa fie prea tarziu...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Su1OaqQyjJI/AAAAAAAABVs/QPKY7L4JHuo/s72-c/mind-revolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6344919213739344717</id><published>2009-10-15T10:22:00.024+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:01:58.354+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>addicted to ...</title><content type='html'>( ... ce este mai grav sa fii dependent de o substanta sau sa fii dependent de o persoana - dependent de dragoste?  In viata de zi cu zi nu facem altceva decat sa inlocuim o dependenta cu alta. Inlocuim alcoolul cu tigarile, dulciurile cu shoppingul, relatiile amoroase cu privitul compulsiv la televizor. Ce ne face sa devenim dependenti? Buna intrebare. Nu substanta in sine... desi asa poate parea la o prima vedere, ci mai degraba o neliniste interioara mai profunda decit orice dependenta. Ajungem sa inlocuim o rana psihica cu... o gaura in stomac, ficat, pancreas. O fi bine o fi rau? Pare simplu in cazul dependentei de substante ..dar ce te faci cand esti dependent de dragoste? Pentru o persoana dependenta de dragoste, ratiunea intregii existente se reduce la a gasi iubirea adevarata. Fireste, dragostea implica si gelozie si posesivitate insa pentru dependentul de dragoste; partea frumoasa a oricarei relatii se spulbera intr-un nor de deziluzie, complexe si frustrari.... si totul incepe de cand este mic; intregul proces incepe cum spuneam la o varsta foarte frageda, inca din copilarie, cand poate disciplina stricta, lipsa de comunicare in familie, inclinatia catre introversiune reuseste sa produca sechele uneori ireversibile. Din pacate tot ce reuseste adultul de mai tarziu sa retina din copilaria lui amara sunt o serie de preconceptii de nezdruncinat de genul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Nevoile mele nu conteaza'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Daca ma apropii de oricine, o sa sufar'&lt;/span&gt; sau &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Nu merit sa primesc dragoste'&lt;/span&gt;. Tendinta celor ce se hranesc cu iubire este aceea de a refuza sa constientizeze sau trateze rational aceste temeri si de a-si inchipui ca ele vor disparea de la sine, se agate pentru suport emotional si protectie de persoanele care tin la ei. Mai mult chiar, ajung incapabili sa-si mai rezolve propriile probleme, preferand sa le arunce pe umerii celor ce ii compatimesc. Nu de putine ori  ajung sa conceapa viata ca pe un sir neintrerupt de sperante desarte si frici constante. Primele doua cuvinte cel mai des intalnite in descrierea felului in care dependentii se simt cand iubesc sunt .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsesie si deziluzie.&lt;/span&gt; Dragostea in mintea lor nu face altceva decat sa ii inhibe, sa ii manipuleze si le rapeste orice intimitate, e ca un parazit. Cum ar putea arata partenerul perfect? Nimeni altcineva decat aceea persoana care le acorda atentie exclusiva si permanenta! Dependenta de dragoste se rezuma la un singur aspect fundamental: dorinta de a gasi si regasi intreaga lume intr-un singur partener. Nimeni si nimic nu il poate egala. Simtind ca procesul de maturizare si implinire spirituala le este ingradit cu brutalitate, dependentii de dragoste cauta sa se regaseasca in partenerul de viata si orice defect major avut li se va corija treptat... o data ce vor fi iubiti de o persoana 'mai buna' decat ei. Teama de schimbare si esec ii conduce sa isi inabuse partenerii si sa doreasca chiar ca relatia lor sa stagneze. Schimbarea este echivalenta cu pieirea.... Resentimentele si dezamagirea ca sunt condamnati la singuratate conduc la solutii extreme de mult ori. Trist sau nu, desi asta este adevarul care ne inconjoara pe toti! Dependenta de dragoste este adesea putin luata in serios si denigrata in raport cu alte feluri de dependenta. Poate si pentru ca suna diferit si un pic exagerat. In realitate, este extrem de dureroasa si periculoasa pentru ambii parteneri intr-o relatie. Dependenta de o persoana este cea mai grea si niciodata nu o sa te poti vindeca pe deplin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dependenta de dragoste creeaza inevitabil cu timpul si dependenta de substante!&lt;/span&gt; ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nikitic/a8915934b1e00e.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nikitic/a8915934b1e00e.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waldeck - addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6344919213739344717?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6344919213739344717/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6344919213739344717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6344919213739344717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to.html' title='addicted to ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2424502440634602688</id><published>2009-10-09T09:43:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:02:31.216+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimineata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naive'/><title type='text'>naive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dimineata! Iar?&lt;/span&gt; Ma simt de parca am dormit doar 5 minute. incerc sa ma trezesc... ma duc la baie, la naiba...arat de parca am dormit cu capul pe geam... incerc sa imi revin, un dush cu apa mai rece poate face minuni cateodata. Ma dor toate oasele ... dar caut repede prin dulap niste haine, le pun pe mine si plec spre munca... imi bag castile in urechi imi aleg o melodie si ii dau play.  Afara e cam frigut...dar ma rup de decorul trist de toamna si raman doar cu muzica, nimic altceva nu ma intereseaza. Ajung la metrou si nu pot sa fac altceva decat sa ma strecor printre usile care tocmai se inchid si sa ma asez repede pe un scaun. You lucky bastard! Totusi, dupa privirile oamenilor se pare ca dusul ala nu a ajutat la nimic...de parca m-ar interesa ce cred ei, am castile in urechi si aceeasi melodie pe repeat. Nici nu ma asez bine in scaun ca am ajuns...shit! Or fi "emancipat" astia metrourile cat timp am dormit? Dam! Ce-tie si cu tehnologia asta... Ajung la birou, este exact cum l-am lasat ieri. Ma agat de o eugenie si un 3 in 1...ma apuc de treaba. Zic sa fac si eu o mica pauza ...ma uit la ceas 10:27, ma mai uit odata... 13:30, la care un amic imi pune mana pe umar si ma intreaba ce fac... ii zic ca bine si ma intreaba daca nu merg acasa...fuck! E deja 15:00? Se pare ca da! Ma ridic, imi bag castile in urechi, aleg aceeasi melodie si plec... Ma indrept spre casa... Acelasi metrou, aceeasi oameni, aceeasi indiferenta din partea mea si...I don't give a fuck! Ajung acasa, ma duc pe balcon, ma uit pe cer...parca nu imi vine sa imi scot castile dar le scot, dau drumul la calculator...si pun aceeasi melodie. Aud usa, a venit colegul de la munca, e ora 18! N-am facut nimic, si nici nu o sa fac...ne apucam sa vorbim una alta... treptat o sticla de cola dispare, dau drumul la TV si observ ca sunt stirile, stirile de la ora 23 ce credeati ... numai aberatii... dau pe primul canal de muzica din lista... si brusc timpul se opreste... nu imi vine sa cred... ma uit ca prostul la tv si nu imi vine sa cred...ACEEASI MELODIE! Zambesc usor si ma intind in pat.... inchid ochii si ii deschid brusc ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dimineata! Iar? &lt;/span&gt;Ma simt de parca am dormit doar 5 minute.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-2424502440634602688?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2424502440634602688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/naive.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2424502440634602688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2424502440634602688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/naive.html' title='naive...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3609425347092004480</id><published>2009-10-02T10:42:00.019+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:03:42.043+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geniu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fubiz.net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>"a visa" vs. "a lucra"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a visa nu este suficient pentru a putea realiza ceva.&lt;/span&gt; A visa inseamna a face primul pas spre ceea ce iti doresti sa faci. Dupa ce te-ai asigurat ca ai suficiente vise incat sa iti starneasca pofta creatie, tot ce iti ramane este sa te apuci de lucru. Desi poate parea grea, trecerea de la vise la realitate-concret, te asigur ca atata timp cat iti dai un real interes or sa apara si rezultatele. Bucuria de a face ceea ce iti doresti si ceea ce iti place nu se compara cu nici o bucurie provocata de nimic. Fiecare bucurie are gustul ei! Iar aceasta bucurie are gustul succesului! Daca nu stii cum sa incepi, un sfat ar fi sa incepi cu a te interesa de ceea ce fac cei din jurul tau, fa un mic research. O sa vezi ca ideea "aia stralucita" pe care o aveai este deja pusa in practica insa nu poate la nivelul in care si-ar dorii oamenii sau la nivelul in care ti-ai dorii tu... si inevitabil iti doresti sa intervii.. Foloseste-ti imaginatia, las-o sa lucreze pentru tine. O sa iti dai seama ca "si in noroi se poate gasi aur". Munca depusa o sa iti aduca si rezultate. Trebuie sa te avertizez ca, o sa dureze pana apar rezultatele si ca, o sa conteze foarte mult, in tot ceea ce faci si starea de spirit si daruirea cu care faci acel lucru, dar indiferent cat de "ratutit" te simti... sa nu abandonezi! Transformati sentimentele si starile prin care treci in lucruri creative! Daca totusi, simti ca nu iti gasesti linistea iti dau un sfat: aduna langa tine cei mai buni si de incredere oameni si cu ajutorul lor sigur vei gasii o solutie. Nimic nu este imposibil! Ce poti face numai tu stii, dar nu o tine numai pentru tine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasa oamenii din jurul tau sa se bucure de ceea poti face, de ceea ce poti creea !&lt;/span&gt; ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-3609425347092004480?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3609425347092004480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_02.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3609425347092004480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3609425347092004480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_02.html' title='&quot;a visa&quot; vs. &quot;a lucra&quot;'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5863564188569532542</id><published>2009-10-02T08:59:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:04:22.101+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george hora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Dragos Gardescu - Change</title><content type='html'>(... heioo oameni buni si nebuni! Nu stiu cum de reusesc dar iar am dormit doar 3 ore aseara. Nu ca ma vait dar acum ma cam resimt un pic...  si  intamplator aseara, in ne-somnul meu, am dat peste noul videoclip al artistului &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;Dragos Gardescu. Un videoclip facut impreuna cu George Hora si Kamelia. Piesa se cheama "Change" si mie personal imi place... cat de cat... mai mult refrenul. Un fel de imi place, dar nu imi place. Nu ma omor dupa genul asta de muzica, comericala,  dar macar piesa are un mesaj. O piesa care dezbate un pic viata "de vedeta" din RO si cum ajung siliconatele si terminatii vedete peste noapte. Bravo lui ca are curajul sa "se ia in gura cu ei". Ce pot sa zic, mie imi placea mai mult "acel Puya", ca despre el este vorba in caz ca nu v-ati dat seama, care nu facea muzica comericiala, dar asta e ...vremurile se schimba, oamenii se schimba... O sa las postarea mai scurta, ca abia vad tastatura de somn, iar pe voi va las sa urmariti videoclipul. FITI BUNI SI FITI NEBUNI! ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;---&lt;/span&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/3179024166745876171-5863564188569532542?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5863564188569532542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5863564188569532542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5863564188569532542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Dragos Gardescu - Change'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-1947764329989571690</id><published>2009-09-30T08:43:00.020+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:04:57.983+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><title type='text'>site-uri de FOTOGRAFIE</title><content type='html'>(... heioo oameni buni si nebuni! I'am back ... cum zice filmul.... Azi este cu totul o zi speciala, am decis sa ma intorc la "prima mea dragoste" - fotografia. Si cum nimic nu este intamplator m-am apucat sa scotocesc pe net dupa artisiti si fotografiile lor. Si cum se zice ca una din cele mai bune metode de a invata fotografia este aceea de a studia fotografiile altora, m-am decis in aceasta postare sa va adun cateva link-uri cu cateva din site-urile marilor artisit, sau mai bine zis ...cativa mari artisit, cu site-urile lor. E cam acelasi lucru! Nu le iau in ordinea preferintelor, le iau pur si simplu aleator, iar lista ar fi cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nickbrandt.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.michaelkenna.net&lt;br /&gt;http://www.erwinolaf.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fotografu.ro&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bitesnich.com (foarte interesant cu o muzica placuta pe fundal)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jeffascough.com (fotografie de nunta)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.narcisvirgiliu.ro&lt;br /&gt;http://www.manipulator.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gdtfoto.de (fotografie de natura)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amivitale.com (ancient pictures)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ashesandsnow.org&lt;br /&gt;http://www.richardmurrian.net&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jigorea.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dropoflight.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.durhamtownship.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cameramm.ro&lt;br /&gt;http://www.carldekeyzer.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shuakashi.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ralphgibson.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sachabiyan.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.saudek.com&lt;br /&gt;http://andrzejdragan.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elprojects.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.davidburnett.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.edwardcurtis.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bryanfpeterson.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.horvatland.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pollychandler.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.moscia.cl&lt;br /&gt;http://www.martinaitis.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.joeyl.com (un tanar de 17 ani)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.davehillphoto.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nikolaborissov.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.michelebressan.ro&lt;br /&gt;http://www.eliastahan.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timflach.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.maxlyons.net&lt;br /&gt;http://www.desireedolron.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.katarinasokolova.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lyndonwade.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gserban.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.platinumfmd.com.br (genial)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flashflavor.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.koendemuynck.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.andunovac.info&lt;br /&gt;http://www.liweiart.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alexgalmeanu.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crosslight.ro&lt;br /&gt;http://www.christophehuet.com (foarte tare)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.richardavedon.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.eugeniorecuenco.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.demarchelier.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jag-jeans.com (cel mai tare, poti sa faci poze online)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mrtoledano.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pieterhugo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jerryghionisphotography.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.yervant.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          Iar pentru cine nu stie azi 30.09.2009 ora 19.00 este un vernisaj la Muzeul Kalinderu str. Vasile Sion nr 2-4 (&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254294459_0"&gt;zona&lt;/span&gt; sala Palatului, intrare din str. Stirbei Voda). Vernisajul cuprinde o privire contemporana asupra starii patrimoniului bucurestean, un semnal de alarma privitor la obligatoria lui protectie exprimat de vocea contemporanilor. Autorul, Ferrante Ferranti, care a strabatut intreaga lume ca sa imortalizeze pe pelicula capodopere de patrimoniu, a descoperit si a redat in pozele sale Romania sub toate aspectele sale, o Romanie de dupa 1989 si a coordonat impreuna cu artisti romani acest proiect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autori:&lt;br /&gt;Ferrante Ferranti&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Bulboaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254294459_1"&gt;Cosmin&lt;/span&gt; Gogu&lt;br /&gt;Camil Iamandescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1254294459_2"&gt;Serban&lt;/span&gt; Mestecaneanu&lt;br /&gt;Sergiu Mihailescu&lt;br /&gt;Lucian Muntean&lt;br /&gt;Dan Piersinaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       Expozitia este organizata de Institutul Francez Bucuresti in parteneriat cu Ambasada Frantei si Ministerul Culturii si este deschisa in perioada 30.09 - 1.11.2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speranta ca am reusit si azi sa ma fac util va urez o zi linistita si nu uitati: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FITI BUNI SI FITI NEBUNI !&lt;/span&gt;  ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-1947764329989571690?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1947764329989571690/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/site-uri-de-fotografie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1947764329989571690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1947764329989571690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/site-uri-de-fotografie.html' title='site-uri de FOTOGRAFIE'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-503133528821759422</id><published>2009-09-29T09:12:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:44:29.447+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe'/><title type='text'>FRINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SsGrF_OJhqI/AAAAAAAABSM/tiXkU5NwuK4/s1600-h/Fringe-433741-259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SsGrF_OJhqI/AAAAAAAABSM/tiXkU5NwuK4/s400/Fringe-433741-259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386774748670297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... heioo oameni buni si nebuni! O alta zi, o alta aventura. Cum va ziceam in postarea de ieri, am reusit sa descopar un serial destul de reusit pentru fanii genului Sci-Fi. Dupa ce mi-am rupt ochii de-a lungul timpului cu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4400&lt;/span&gt; a venit randul serialului &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/fringe/%3E" fringe=""&gt;FRINGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa imi capteze atentia. Filmul este al patrulea serial tv creat de J.J.Abrams si de asemenea a patra colaborare cu Roberto Orci si Alex Kurtzman. Este produs de Warner Bros si prezinta viata cercetatorului stiintific Walter Bishop, a fiul sau Peter si a agentului FBI Olivia. Drama cu elemente Sci-Fi, filmul urmareste in primul episod intamplarile ciudate ce au avut loc intr-un avion ce a aterizat pe aeroportul Boston’s Logan, insa cele intamplate la bordul avionului 627 sunt doar inceputul acestei povesti. Actiunea filmului este centrata in jurul agentei FBI Olivia Dunham, care incearca sa rezolve o serie de fenomene paranormale inexplicabile. Cine a vazut X-Files stie cam despre ce vorbesc, insa aici se pune mai mult accent pe experimente posibile realizate de oameni in laboratoare. Eu sunt incantat de acest serial, este facut in asa fel incat sa te tina conectat la actiunea filmului imbinanad suspansul cu actiunea si misterul cu umorul cateodata ironic al personajelor... Acum va las, se pare ca ma striga Olivia, are nevoie de ajutorul meu, cica e un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt; in gradina... i must see...and.... nu uitati &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FITI BUNI SI FITI NEBUNI !&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-503133528821759422?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/503133528821759422/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/fringe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/503133528821759422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/503133528821759422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/fringe.html' title='FRINGE'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SsGrF_OJhqI/AAAAAAAABSM/tiXkU5NwuK4/s72-c/Fringe-433741-259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5054087891059871747</id><published>2009-09-28T09:37:00.023+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:05:33.379+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip-hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Füreder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parov stelar'/><title type='text'>PAROV STELAR</title><content type='html'>(... heioo oameni buni si nebuni! Am revenit, mai proaspat si mai in forma ca niciodata. Suna ca dintr-o reclama la napolitane dupa vremea lu' nea Ceausu', dar ce conteaza! In sfarsit dupa ce am dus un mic razboi psihologic cu mine, un razboi de aproximativ 2 minute... am decis ca sa nu mai fac postari "pesimiste", "triste" si "nefericite". Cine are nevoie sa fie trist? Eu in nici un caz si cred ca nici tu! Nu sunt deja prea multi oameni trisit, de ce sa fim si noi... si cum ziceam intr-o postare anterioara ca, noi &lt;strong&gt;nu avem probleme doar momente proaste&lt;/strong&gt; am decis sa trec preste momentele proaste si sa incerc sa aduc ceva interesant in prim-plan! Un lucru interesant ar fi ca, din intamplare cu ajutorul unei prietene, hai Paula...nu fi timida...am reusit sa descopar: PAROV STELAR! Cine este Parov Stelar? Parov Stelar aka Marcus Füreder, este un artist ce reuseste sa te faca sa te indragostesti de muzica lui imediat ce asculti o melodie. Albumul "Shine", pe care am reusit sa il achizitionez  si eu... a reusit sa surprinda, iar ca rezultat albumul sau s-a vandut extrem de bine peste tot in lume...asa zice lumea, iar eu ascultandu-l am inteles de ce. Artistul va sustine patru concerte luna aceasta in Romania, potrivit paginii de MySpace a DJ-iului. Seria de spectacole , are ca principal scop promovarea noului album "COCO" iar primul din spactacole a debutat la Bucuresti, in Kristal Club, pe data de 25 septembrie. A urmat apoi doua concerte la Cluj Napoca, in Polus Center pe 26 septembrie si in restaurantul Chios pe 27 septembrie. Iar azi 29 septembrie, daca nu ati apucat sa il vedeti inca, Parov Stelar va canta in Clubul The Note din Timisoara... Mie personal imi place foarte mult muzica lui, desi nu sunt un mare critic de muzica, mai degraba un fidel consumator de muzica buna, pot spune ca in muzica lui se gaseste o combinatie foarte reusita de trip-hop cu jazz, sau cum i-ar putea spune unii un fel de electro-jazz. Am atasat mai jos o melodie a artistului... sper sa va faca placere. Eu v-am pupat , ma bag sa urmaresc inca un episod din noul serial pe care il urmaresc si despre care o sa va zic mai multe maine. FITI BUNI SI FITI NEBUNI! ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cristina_odd/9f30b3ddfa0984.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parov Stelar - Matilda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Diverse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-5054087891059871747?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5054087891059871747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/parov-stelar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5054087891059871747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5054087891059871747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/parov-stelar.html' title='PAROV STELAR'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3058506057134530202</id><published>2009-09-06T12:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:38:00.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>festivalul berii - Guano Apes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SqOJeavZG2I/AAAAAAAABQE/tRD9hYUe2NM/s1600-h/Guano%2BApes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SqOJeavZG2I/AAAAAAAABQE/tRD9hYUe2NM/s400/Guano%2BApes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378293535677684578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... seara mare pentru fanii rock. Guano Apes a ajuns in sfarsit si in Romania. Tuborg Green Fest si-a deschis portile pe 4 septembrie, prima zi fiind dedicata ritmurilor electro: Sensor, Suie Paparude, The Crystal Method, Chicane. Ieri 5 septembrie  show-urile formatiilor AB4, Zdob si Zdub, The Herbaliser si Guano Apes au reusit sa arunce capitala in aer. Si cum nu puteam sa lipsesc, am fost si eu sa iau pulsul situatiei. O multime de tineri, care mai de care entuziasmati....multa bere si multa muzica (doar teoretic). Concertul Guano Apes a fost superb, rar mai auzi pe careva sa dea asa de bine live dar am fost putin dezamagit ca multa lume nici nu stia cine canta....unii credeau ca au venit la Stefan Banica. Dar nah, nu e pentru toata lumea. Guano Apes este una dintre cele mai apreciate trupe rock din Europa. Înfiinţată în 1994, trupa  este deţinătoarea a două Discuri de Aur şi a unui Disc de Platină... iar asta s-a vazut in show-ul facut aseara. Veste buna este ca trupa s-a reunit si anul urmator vor sa scoata un nou album. Legat de organizarea evenimentului, mai avem un pic pana sa ajungem si noi sa ne aliniem la niste standarde...ce mi s-a parut culmea a fost ca, desi ii zice "festivalul berii" , la un moment dat nu mai gaseai decat suc... dar nah , bun si bronzul. Legat de concert, trupa a parut sa se simta bine in compania noastra si a promis sa revina; poate cine stie, o sa fim si noi inclusi in lista cu tarile de promovare a noului album. A fost o seara magica, ma bucur ca am reusit sa ajung! ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36140bd94848e94" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D036140bd94848e94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32BB24A01F531F8D195D0D189E8E03261747B5D.57781C863FD7C6C04E3F0C3DCBCC13123D05D17E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36140bd94848e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBH-yLMbFrrheQs4aLt30kAsDzkY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D036140bd94848e94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32BB24A01F531F8D195D0D189E8E03261747B5D.57781C863FD7C6C04E3F0C3DCBCC13123D05D17E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36140bd94848e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBH-yLMbFrrheQs4aLt30kAsDzkY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2056ca6a03300968" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2056ca6a03300968%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D673FEC2CB3347D89C689ECBEDAD1E58C4377CD2D.1BEBC1123A305E70F08DE1C306C8866C626D1BB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2056ca6a03300968%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfslRTvdksVe38BYKxU1To21V2uQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2056ca6a03300968%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D673FEC2CB3347D89C689ECBEDAD1E58C4377CD2D.1BEBC1123A305E70F08DE1C306C8866C626D1BB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2056ca6a03300968%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfslRTvdksVe38BYKxU1To21V2uQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;info: http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guano_Apes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3179024166745876171-3058506057134530202?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2056ca6a03300968&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36140bd94848e94&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3058506057134530202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/festivalul-berii-guano-apes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3058506057134530202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3058506057134530202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/festivalul-berii-guano-apes.html' title='festivalul berii - Guano Apes ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SqOJeavZG2I/AAAAAAAABQE/tRD9hYUe2NM/s72-c/Guano%2BApes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4413948132345153103</id><published>2009-09-05T18:32:00.015+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:56:21.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suedia ... 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Pozele sunt facut in orasul Stockholm.Va las sa urmariti prima parte de poze, si pentru detalii stiti unde ma gasiti...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;info: http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4413948132345153103?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4413948132345153103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/suedia-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4413948132345153103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4413948132345153103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/suedia-part1.html' title='Suedia ... (part1)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SqKJNaykijI/AAAAAAAABPs/eLsaMW7V-3k/s72-c/IMG_8848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-832332242748826532</id><published>2009-09-05T10:41:00.017+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:45:16.214+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distrugere'/><title type='text'>totul se va termina ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32de1db1e471f8a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32de1db1e471f8a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E1BD3AF8D147D825077B660267522E91B1EAADF.692712E3E80B5816158E8AB6A847ED4AC7AB3F07%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32de1db1e471f8a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drd21ovbpIwq59qbmm4g2_JKy-E0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32de1db1e471f8a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E1BD3AF8D147D825077B660267522E91B1EAADF.692712E3E80B5816158E8AB6A847ED4AC7AB3F07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32de1db1e471f8a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drd21ovbpIwq59qbmm4g2_JKy-E0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... lumea se schimba si noi simtim asta pe pielea noastra. Nimic nu mai este cum a fost, suntem din ce in ce mai agitati mai nervosi, mai grabiti parca spre a-ne gasi sfarsitul. Crime, violuri, inselaciune, coruptie, exploatare, distrugere iar noi parem atat de senini incat parca nimic nu se intampla. Lumea este muta si oarba! Am auzit odata la metrou un copil care isi intreba mama: " - Mama, de ce lumea este trista , de ce nu zambest nimeni?" si a urmat tacere ... Lumea devine din ce in ce mai trista! Asta e adevarul! Distrugerea mediului in care traim, incapacitatea de a lua decizii care sa ne schimbe cumva soarta... asta ne face sa devenim tristi, si totul provine din instincul primar de supravietuire. Ca sa poti sa te dezvolti mental iti trebuie un minim de confort iar atata timp cat nimeni nu ti-l ofera, nici macar tu ca persoana...atunci este al dracului de greu sa supravietuiesti fara sa incalci reguli. Prostia pe care a facut-o lumea si anume aceea de a promova "un sfarsit" al acestei lumi, a dezvoltat o mentalitate idioata  prin care omul devine impasibil la tot ce se intampla in jurul lui. Oricum totul se va termina! Totul se va distruge! Ce nu stie omul este ca acel sfarsit mult asteptat de unii ... va veni, dar nu din vina vreunei "forte nebanuite" ci doar din gresala pe care continua sa o faca. E ca si cum in fiecare zi faci un pas mai aproape de moarte, de propria ta moarte! Inca nu se poate sa faca diferenta intre distrugere si auto-distrugere; este un pic ironic si frustrant! Poluarea apelor, distrugerea padurilor si a vegetatiei, omorarea animalelor, razboaie totul tine de "acest sfarsit" care din cate vedem, pare sa vina mai repede decat credem. Ca sa il citez pe Albert Einstein, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eu nu ma gandesc la viitor, oricum vine destul de repede!"&lt;/span&gt; si are dreptate....dar ce ne rezerva viitorul in conditiile in care noi nu facem nimic pentru el?  Trebuie sa vedem dincolo de acest miraj, de aceasta spalare de creier care se intampla in ziua de azi. Suntem ademeniti cu tot felul de lucruri, de promisiuni... care nu sunt facute decat sa ne tina ocupati, sa ne prosteasca mai rau cu fiecare zi ce trece in timp ce lumea din jurul nostru si mediul in care traim se distruge. Suntem prostiti ca in lume exista teroare si ca trebuie sa stam in garda, sa fim precauti si sa ne aparam de fiecare data; suntem prostiti si traim intr-o continua amenintare. De ce nu face nimeni nimic? Pentru ca ei si-au atins scopul. Au reusit deja sa ne prosteasca! In fiecare zi nu avem parte decat de distrugerea culturii si a traditiei popoarelor, distrugerea  valorilor morale si spirituale ale oamenilor, iar asta pare sa fie doar inceputul. Razboaie peste razboaie, familii care nu isi mai vad copii trimisi la razboi niciodata, mii de decese; oameni care ajung sa se omoare pentru o paine, mame care ajung sa isi omoare copii nou nascuti, batrani care au muncit o viata intreaga sunt jefuiti si omorati ca niste animale si totul in paralel cu  distrugerea naturii; lacuri secate , paduri care sunt taiate, natura exploatata la maxim...dar oare pana cand? Au ramas putini oameni carora le pasa de lumea in care traiesc. Nimeni nu ii apreciaza cat sunt in viata, iar pe urma nu fac altceva decat sa le faca statui, in loc sa le duca munca mai departe!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viitorul unui om, ca si al unei lumii, se construieste, nu se vizeaza!&lt;/span&gt; Oare incotro ne va duce acest prezent? ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(in memoria regelui pop Michael Jackson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-832332242748826532?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=32de1db1e471f8a3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/832332242748826532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/832332242748826532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/832332242748826532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_05.html' title='totul se va termina ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-546656613839773439</id><published>2009-09-03T13:55:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:29:37.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sper sa ma credeti...</title><content type='html'>(... de ce oare atunci cand te crezi invins sau simti ca nu mai dispui de resurse suficiente ca sa poti trece peste vreo situatie indiferent de natura ei... incepi  inevitabil "&lt;span&gt;sa speri"&lt;/span&gt; sau in unele cazuri "sa crezi" ca poate lucrurile se vor rezolva de la sine odata cu trecerea timpului? Oare cum ar fi mai bine "sa credem" sau "sa speram"? Enigma sau nu! Aici apare cea mai mare gresala. Tocmai din confuzia pe care omul o  face intre "a crede" si "a spera" cateodata lucrurile se inrautatesc. De ce? Din punctul meu de vedere exista o mare diferenta intre "a crede" si "a spera". Desi pentru unii nu este sesizabila aceasta diferenta, totusi ma roade o curiozitate. Cum e mai bine? Sa "cred" sau sa "sper"? Sau mai bine zis in ce situatie "sa cred" si in ce situatie "sa sper"? Pentru ca nu intodeauna avem parte numai momente de bucurie, nu intodeauna lucrurile au merg asa cum ar trebui, iar in loc de liniste, in jurul nostru  s-a creat mai mult haos, nu ne ramane decat sa ne refugiem intre "a crede" si "a spera" tocmai din dorinta de a avea "ceva" care sa ne confere o oarecare stare de liniste. Am trecut prin multe, am facut multe si am vazut multe... iar acum nu imi ramane decat sa  realizez ca,  "a spera" este mai usor... tine doar de propria persoana si de cat de echilibrata este balanta optimism/pesimism in mintea fiecaruia, insa cand vine vorba de "a crede" lucrurile sunt un pic mai complicate decat par. Speranta se leaga direct de perceptia de a refuza realitatea, de a o nega; speranta este ceva omenesc ... e intruchiparea dorintelor unei persoane , a ceea ce persoana respectiva isi doreste... in timp ce credinta se leaga direct de divinitate; se refera strict la faptul ca... vei avea parte de un lucru abia atunci cand vei crede in el. Multa lume se refugiaza in "a crede", in momentul in care stiu si sunt aproape convinsi ca nimic nu se mai poate schimba, mintea lor incepe sa asimileze "a crede"  cu divinitatea. Ei cred ca acolo undeva cineva este dispus intodeauna sa le asculte problemele si sa le rezolve. Fie ca este vorba de Dumnezeu, Buddha, Iahve sau cine stie ce alte entitati, lumea a sperat intodeauna la un miracol. De ce? Nu e treaba mea asta, iar legat de "doza de religiozitate" din inima fiecaruia, nu gasesc de cuviinta sa comentez! E un domeniu care ma depaseste! Intodeauna problemele pe care le intampini si la care nu reusesti sa gasesti rezolvarea or sa te impinga spre una din cele doua situatii, dar am dedus ca aceasta alegere o facem in functie de gravitatea lor, de maturitatea de care dam dovada si de doza de optimism din fiecare... problemele care par rezolvabile te imping la "a spera" iar problemele care par imposibile te imping la "a crede".  Cum fericirea perfecta nu exista pe acest pamant; ne ramane insa iluzia, credinta si speranta. Aceste daruri primite la nastere compun pentru noi, aici pe pamant...ceea ce noi numim fericire! Tine doar de alegerea fiecaruia! ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sper&lt;/span&gt; ca veti citi aceasta postare si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sper&lt;/span&gt; ca maine totusi va fi o zi mai buna pentru noi toti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-546656613839773439?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/546656613839773439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sper-sa-ma-credeti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/546656613839773439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/546656613839773439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sper-sa-ma-credeti.html' title='sper sa ma credeti...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-728111458068193807</id><published>2009-09-02T19:00:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:27:44.983+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><title type='text'>o bucata din viata lui ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6ZFFsiV6I/AAAAAAAABMw/Tnuocbbk-J0/s1600-h/Cosmin_Podariu-Trecut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6ZFFsiV6I/AAAAAAAABMw/Tnuocbbk-J0/s400/Cosmin_Podariu-Trecut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376903317834323874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6ZADf4FqI/AAAAAAAABMo/CRzWTEEnASU/s1600-h/Cosmin_Podariu-Culisele+Anarhiei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6ZADf4FqI/AAAAAAAABMo/CRzWTEEnASU/s400/Cosmin_Podariu-Culisele+Anarhiei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376903231345006242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6Yv0qTKlI/AAAAAAAABMg/QriWHjbS5Ws/s1600-h/new+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6Yv0qTKlI/AAAAAAAABMg/QriWHjbS5Ws/s400/new+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902952484285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6Yq79RljI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ry2NCNUyWMU/s1600-h/Cosmin_Podariu-Ambiguu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6Yq79RljI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ry2NCNUyWMU/s400/Cosmin_Podariu-Ambiguu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902868543575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... desi pornisem acest blog ca pe un blog de fotografie, imi cer scuze celor care l-au urmarit in speranta de a gasi fotografii interesante. totul s-a sfarsit prin a-mi gasi "vocatia", desi unii ar putea rade... nu ma deranejeaza,  si anume aceea de a ma auto-educa, adunand invataturi din lumea intreaga, experiente de viata si sfaturi utile si de a le pune cap la cap asa fel incat atunci cand te simti mai rau, sa iti ofere alinare, atunci cand te simti mai singur sa te insoteasca sau atunci cand esti fericit sa se bucure alaturi de tine. Desi acum blogul s-a transformat in cu totul altceva decat imi doream initial, nu s-a rupt total din sufletul meu dorinta de a vedea lumea prin obiectivul aparatului si chiar daca nu pot sa o mai vad, prin obiectivul meu, am intalnit un prieten  pe care am avut si placerea sa il cunosc personal care imparte aceelasi vis ca multi alti artisit si anume fotografia... Pentru ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fotografia este un secret despre un secret&lt;/span&gt;, am atasat cateva fotografii ale artistului Cosmin Podariu   in speranta de a va face curiosi. Secretul va las sa il aflati singuri accesand &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;http://cosminpodariu.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-728111458068193807?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/728111458068193807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-bucata-din-viata-lui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/728111458068193807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/728111458068193807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-bucata-din-viata-lui.html' title='o bucata din viata lui ....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sp6ZFFsiV6I/AAAAAAAABMw/Tnuocbbk-J0/s72-c/Cosmin_Podariu-Trecut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5747692635888080025</id><published>2009-09-01T10:32:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:09:15.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>totul se repeta...</title><content type='html'>(... griji, nevoi, dorinte, pasiuni, durere, bucurie, dragoste, mila, ura si multe alte sentimente; toate intr-un singur corp, intr-o singura minte si intr-un singur om, capabil aproape de fiecare data sa le manevreze exact asa cum isi doreste sau cateodata, exact asa cum isi doresc cei din jurul lui. Dar ce te faci cand nu poti detine controlul? Cand iti dai seama defapt ca nu poti detine controlul? Totul vine exact cand te astepti mai putin, si cum se zice ca "un rau nu vine niciodata singur"...te trezesti parca scufundat intr-un amalgam de sentimente si de situatii, care mai de care mai confuze. Nu ai timp sa stai sa le analizezi pe fiecare in parte iar panica se instaureaza treptat , paranoia apare in timp si ulterior totul se transforma in agonie. Iluzia ca esti stapan pe situatie te distruge intr-un final, pentru ca mintea ta, depasita de situatie, genereaza iluzia ca pe un analgezic, aparut din diferenta dintre dorinta si realitate. Ce ne dorim cu adevarat, este greu de sesizat iar atunci cand ne dorim ceva, tindem sa credem ca felul in care actionam ne va duce mai aproape de telul nostru dar nu intodeauna este asa. Unde este problema? Hai sa ne gandim! Ti-se pare o risipa de timp? "De ce sa stau si sa gandesc cand pot sa ma apuc de treaba si vad eu ce iese pe parcurs", total gresit! A studia si a nu gandi este o risipa, iar a gandi si a nu studia este periculos. De cate ori te-ai gandit ca tot ce ti-se intampla, se intampla cu un motiv! De cate ori te-ai gandit ca tot ce ti-se intampla nu este decat, reactiunea unor actiuni anterioare pe care le-ai facut fara sa te gandesti la consecinte? De cate ori te-ai gandit ca singurul vinovat pentru ce se intampla esti chiar tu? Nu te critic, pentru ca sunt in aceeasi situatie ca si tine, iar ce ne ramane de facut momentan pare o enigma fara raspuns. Una din solutii si poate cea mai buna este sa te auto-studiezi. Ce presupune asta? Simplu! Mergand pe principiul ca in viata totul se repeta, iar omul acumuleaza chestii noi pana la o anumita varsta, o sa vezi ca de fiecare data or sa apara probleme pe care le-ai mai avut candva. Desi pot imbraca alte forme, in principiu sunt aceleasi  probleme, probleme la care candva ai gasit o solutie. Trebuie sa evitam sa facem aceeasi gresala! Mergand pe principiul auto-studierii, mintea se seteaza sa nu raspunda imediat in fata oricarui pericol, indiferent de natura lui, ci mai degraba sa incerce sa il asimileze si sa il analizeze ca pe o situatie care a mai fost si la care s-a gasit raspunsul. La inceput este greu, tindem sa ne lasam prada impulsului, tindem sa indepartam problema negand ca ea nu exista, dar cu cat trece timpul mintea incepe sa construiasca iluzia. Poate este greu, dar nu te lasa invins! Incearca sa nu te lasi prada instinctului, incerca sa iti asimilezi si sa iti studiezi fiecare stare, fiecare traire si fiecare sentiment si o sa reusesti sa treci peste orice situatie oricat de neplacuta ar fi. Doar prin simplul fapt ca ai sesizat si ai acceptat ca ai o problema, ai inceput sa te auto- descoperi. Trebuie sa iti dai un pic interesul.  Vrei sa cunosti lucrurile? Priveste-le de aproape! Vrei sa iti placa? Privestele de departe!  ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5747692635888080025?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5747692635888080025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/totul-se-repeta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5747692635888080025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5747692635888080025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/totul-se-repeta.html' title='totul se repeta...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2060185218432583592</id><published>2009-08-29T09:50:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:55:09.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cu un pas in urma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpkESyZzu-I/AAAAAAAABL4/6LfH8THsoKU/s1600-h/112_florinpiersic_20090220_178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpkESyZzu-I/AAAAAAAABL4/6LfH8THsoKU/s400/112_florinpiersic_20090220_178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375332351057574882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. o alta dimineata in care nu stiu unde imi este capul, alcool peste masura, miros de fum de tigara in haine si multa neliniste, agitatie, nu mai suport! Nu am reusit sa dorm decat vreo doua ore... ma simt ca dracu, iar sticla de cola de langa mine pare sa nu ma prea ajute cu nimic. A mai trecut o seara in care am simtit iar ca nu reusesc sa imi gasesc ... nici macar nu stiu cum sa ii mai zic....linistea? locul? pacea? Poate mai bine ar fi sa ii zic ... INSPIRATIA! Da, asa o sa ii zic! Imi vine sa ma dau cu capul de pereti, de nervi...dar nu o fac, inca mai sper. Speranta nu a abandonat niciodata pe nimeni, doar ca noi suntem suficient de prosti incat o abandonam pe ea... dar de data asta o sa fie putin  diferit, vreau sa o tin langa mine... ea o sa fie noua mea calauza. Parca o si aud urland undeva in capul meu ... heiii, asculta-ma... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cand iti vine sa plangi, adu-ti aminte de clipele in care zambeai&lt;/span&gt;; si poate are dreptate ... au fost foarte multe clipe in care am fost fericit, in care am zambit si m-am bucurat de tot ceea ce era frumos, au fost clipe si momente care m-au ajutat sa ma remotivez ,am simtit atunci ca lumea imi apartine iar eu apartin lumii... dar acum sunt cu un pas in urma. Simt ca ceva imi lipseste; inauntrul meu ceva se zbate, se zvarcoleste si imi provoaca durere, dar durerea pe care o simt nu este altceva decat agonia unei clipe, unei clipe care a fost si nu mai este. Tot timpul am fost intr-o continua alergare, tot timpul nelinistit si curios parca sa aflu mai devreme decat trebuie ... ce rol am eu in lumea asta. Ma simt obosit de atata alergatura; la ce mi-a folosit sa alerg? Iti zic eu , nu mi-a folosit la nimic, iar poate data viitoare... ar fi mai bine sa "plec la timp". Nimic nu mai este cum a fost si imi este foarte greu sa accept asta. Probabil ca fericirea nu se afla in fericire, ci in drumul catre ea; dar acum neputinta ma ajunge din urma, ca o nemiloasa sentinta pe care singur mi-am dat-o, nimic nu ma mai sensibilizeaza si nimic nu ma mai face, nici macar sa imi ridic privirea din pamant...sunt cu un pas in urma celorlalti...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(picture made by Alex Galmeanu / Violenta domestica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2060185218432583592?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2060185218432583592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/cu-un-pas-in-urma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2060185218432583592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2060185218432583592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/cu-un-pas-in-urma.html' title='cu un pas in urma...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpkESyZzu-I/AAAAAAAABL4/6LfH8THsoKU/s72-c/112_florinpiersic_20090220_178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-125907647290505446</id><published>2009-08-28T16:15:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:36:05.915+03:00</updated><title type='text'>e realitatea sau visez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpfuP2W9siI/AAAAAAAABLw/nQOH_Aq9ZEo/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpfuP2W9siI/AAAAAAAABLw/nQOH_Aq9ZEo/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026636347257378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. nu am chef de nimic, nu am chef sa fac nimic si nici nu ma stresez foarte tare. Sunt prea plictisit! Vreau doar sa stau si sa visez. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A visa, asta-i fericirea; a astepta, asta-i viata! &lt;/span&gt;Totul se deruleaza foarte repede in jurul meu; locuri, persoane si idei vin si pleaca ca si cand niciodata nu ar fi existat. Ma gandesc ca visele oamenilor sunt ca niste aripi cu care acestia calatoresc spe cer, sper locurile la care acestia viseaza sau catre persoanele care le lipsesc foarte mult. Imi place sa cad in visare,  a visa inseamna a crea; sa incepi sa construiesti totul dintr-un vis inseamna sa provoci realitatea. Cand eram mic adesea obisnuiam sa visez, sa visez cum va fi ziua de maine, sa visez la cum va fi cand voi fi mare, sa ma visez bogat... sa visez la orice, imaginatia mea era lumea in care calatoream atunci cand visam, si imi era de ajuns; imi placea sa ma pierd in negura gandurilor si a viselor, sa ma rup de toti si de toate si sa imi creez propria lume.... Asta vreau sa fac si acum! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca nu am visa, nu am putea intelege lumea din jurul nostru...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-125907647290505446?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/125907647290505446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-realitatea-sau-visez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/125907647290505446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/125907647290505446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-realitatea-sau-visez.html' title='e realitatea sau visez?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SpfuP2W9siI/AAAAAAAABLw/nQOH_Aq9ZEo/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2816933855662263340</id><published>2009-08-27T16:01:00.024+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:11:02.952+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despartire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>Un alt final (part2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In acel moment el nu mai putu sa suporte, ceva din interiorul lui ii spunea ca el este intr-un fel vinovat de tot ceea ce se intampla in viata lor. Se gandea ca nu poate sa inteleaga pe deplin ce inseamna "NOI" pentru el, iar acest lucru nu ii dadea liniste. Se ridica dupa scaun, lua ultima tigara din pachetul de pe masa si parca pentru o clipa se gandi sa se duca sprea ea sa o ia in brate sa o linisteasca cum o facea de fiecare data, zicandu-i ca "totul va fi bine", dar nu facu asta. Ceva parca il retinea. Se aseza iar pe scaun, mainile ii tremurau, isi aprinse cu greu tigara si isi cobora privirea in pamant. Nu stia ce se intampla cu el, cu viata lui si isi dorea ca timpul sa se opreasca, sa ii ofere libertatea de a se gandi, libertatea de a repara aceasta situatie. Dimineata statea sa vina, zorii unei noi zile incepura sa se iveasca.Erau inconjurati de o liniste apasatoare, iar din cand in cand in camera in care odata veselia si voia buna le indrumau fiecare pas, acum nu se mai auzeau decat suspinele ei, de la plansul inecacios. Plangea si se uita la el, in mintea ei i-se parea ca este cel mai crud om din lume, nu putea sa inteleaga de ce s-a ajuns in situatia asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - Nu stiu ce vrei de la mine. Am incercat sa iti ofer tot ce aveam mai bun, am incercat sa impart cu tine toate momentele  mele, fie ca au fost fericite, fie ca au fost triste, am vrut sa simti ca sunt alaturi de tine mereu, in fiecare secunda. De ce te comporti asa, nu cred ca merit asta din partea ta la cat de mult am incercat sa te ajut, iar tu imi reprosezi ca am facut-o "pentru mine"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea: - Esti o persoana minunata, o persoana cu care imi place sa imi pertrec timpul, cand te-am gasit am crezut ca o sa fim cea mai potrivita pereche de pe pamant, am crezut in planurile noastre de viitor, am crezut in fiecare clipa in care imi ziceai ca ma iubesti si mai ales am crezut in dragostea pe care mi-o oferi si acum imi ceri sa ne despartim? Nu stiu cine este mai vinovat, eu ca am crezut in tine sau tu ca nu poti sa te accepti asa cum esti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vorbele ei se izbeau de capul lui si fiecare cuvant il facea sa tresara cate un pic. Nu se putea concentra deloc. Simtea ca ar avea o rana deschisa si cineva incerca sa ii toarne sare peste. Se gandea cat adevar se regaseste in tot ceea ce spune ea, dar in acelasi timp ca poate nu mai are rost sa continue. Aflase ceva ce nu ii dadea pace si care il chinuia, se simtea tradat dar nu avea curajul sa ii zica. Nu mai putea sa reziste, nu stia ce sa zica ce sa faca. Isi puse capul in palme si simti cum neputinta il roade, cu nelinistea din sufletul lui se zvarcoleste si nu ii da pace. Era dispus sa faca un sacrificiu si sa opreasca acest calvar. Se ridica usor isi fixa privirea catre ea, si iesi pe usa. Se gandi pentru o clipa ca poate era mai bine sa ramana, simti cum cu fiecare pas facut ii venea si mai tare sa se intoarca, vroia sa se duca la ea si sa ii spuna cat de mult o iubeste, cat de mult o respecta si sa isi ceara iertare pentru tot ce se intampla. In capul lui era un total razboi psihologic. Mergea pe strada nestiind incotro se indreapta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El (constiinta) &lt;/span&gt;: - ... esti un fraier, ai alergat atat prin viata ca sa cauti o persoana minunata cu care sa imi impart bucuriile si tristetile si acum cand am gasit-o te comporti ca si cum nu ti-ar pasa. Gandeste-te cat de mult iti doreai sa ai si tu pe cineva care sa tina la tine, sa te iubesca neconditionat. Cauta in adancul tau si observa cate momente minunate ati pertrecut impreuna, cum de s-a putut intampla atunci si acum nu se mai poate? Cum de s-a putut sa ai inima plina de bucurie, de speranta si de iubire si acum nu se mai poate ... de ce? Nu poti avea un "maine" mai bun daca te gandesti la "ieri" ... Fiecare persoana greseste, si tu ai gresit si o sa mai gresesti, gandeste-te bine daca se merita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In timp ce el ratacea pe strazi in speranta de a se regasi si de a-si gasi linistea, de a putea alege intre "ieri" si "maine" ... ea statea singura intre cei patru pereti gri ai garsonierei incercand sa se calmeze, nu mai avea nimic in cap, isi dorea doar sa se odihneasca un pic. Fusese o noapte grea ce nu o dorea la nimeni. Se aseza pe pat, inchise ochii si incerca sa adoarma, dar imaginea lui ii revenea in minte din cand in cand si o facea sa se incrunteze, era nelinistita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2816933855662263340?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2816933855662263340/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-alt-final-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2816933855662263340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2816933855662263340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-alt-final-part2.html' title='Un alt final (part2)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2031090258815771201</id><published>2009-08-26T10:52:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:41:32.819+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vama veche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp liber'/><title type='text'>pareri pur personale ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Idameliana/1d1c4d471a2ca7.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Idameliana/1d1c4d471a2ca7.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vama Veche - Vama Veche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...         Dupa ce am calatorit acum doua saptamani in Suedia [revin in alta postare cu detalii si cu poze], am decis ca finalul concediului sa mi-l petrec in Romania si anume in Vama Veche....toate bune si frumoase pana aici. Si cum luni s-a facut marti, iar marti s-a facut miercuri...dupa o betie crunta si o mica bataie, am decis ca in sfarsit joi sa plec catre mare impreuna cu un prieten. Cum bugetul nu ma ajuta foarte mult cca. 280 de ron am decis sa ma sui in tren si sa ma opresc in Vama, indiferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*INFO : pretul biletului a fost 35.6 la plecare cu un tren accelerat pana in Constanta + 2.5 ron spaga la nas pana in Mangalia + 2.5 ron maxi-taxi pana in Vama.Pretul de intoarcere a fost 5.5 trenul din Mangalia, tren rapid + 2.5 maxi din Vama pana in Mangalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Si cum efortul isi arata roadele abia dupa ce o persoana refuza sa se opreasca, vineri dimineata eram cu rucsacul in spinare in Vama Veche. Nici nu am apucat sa ma dau bine jos din maxi ca tot felul de oameni care de care "mai prietenosi" se inbulzeau sa iti ofere cazare. Am gasit o "tanti" foarte draguta la care prietenul meu mai statuse si anul trecut si am mers tot pe mana ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*INFO: foarte aproape de mare si cu doar 25 de ron pe noapte/camera iar pentru cei interesati 10 ron pe noapte la cort/persoana am decis sa raman doua nopti si trei zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cum secretul fericirii nu este sa faci ceea ce iti place, ci sa-ti placa ceea ce trebuie sa faci, am decis sa traiesc la maxim si sa ma bucur de fiecare secunda. Dupa ce ne-am cazat am luat-o la pas prin statiune sa vedem ce s-a mai schimbat , ce mai este nou si ce a mai disparut. In sfarsit LIBERTATE mi-am zis in mintea mea! Nu am facut in aceste zile nimic altceva decat sa stau la plaja, sa beau bere...am fost relaxat, am facut baie in mare si m-am intalnit cu o multime de prieteni. Am mers descult pe plaja, am cules scoici si m-am bronzat. Foarte aproape, defap chiar pe plaja, este terasa HEROES, preturi bune iar muzica a fost geniala. Noaptea in Stuff, dans pe plaja, muzica extraordinara si multa bautura, iar daca te simti singur acolo este locul unde iti poti intalnii perechea. Ce pot sa zic, a fost un sfarsit de saptamana pe care cred ca nu o sa-l uit foarte repede, dar cum libertatea inseamna sa fim responsabili pentru noi insine... totul a fost cu masura. Am avut o prima impresie proasta cand am mers pe plaja, in ceea ce reprezinta curatenia  despre mentalitatea de  roman care nu respecta nimic, nici macar propria lui sanatate, ce pot sa va zic  plaja era plina de cutii de bere, pachete de tigari si resturi de mancare, nu la modul foarte grav... dar erau.&lt;br /&gt;         Mi-a placut in schimb foarte mult atmosfera, fiecare era in lume lui, era si traia tot ce si-a inchipuit ca este un an de zile la biroul ala nenorocit la care se aseaza in fiecare dimineatza, visand cu ochii pe geam la zilele de concediu, am vazut oameni pentru care complexele sunt ceva de domeniul trecutului, am citit bucuria in ochii lor. Lumea are nevoie sa se simta libera, are nevoie sa fie creativa si sa se gandeasca mai mult la viitorul ei decat la "problemele cotidiene". Esti liber sa alegi ce vrei, dar daca ai putini bani si imaginatie multa, consider ca Vama Veche este locul in care orice vis poate deveni realitate. Nu exista fericire fara libertate, nici libertate fara curaj! EXPERIMENTEAZA!    ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2031090258815771201?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2031090258815771201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pareri-pur-personale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2031090258815771201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2031090258815771201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pareri-pur-personale.html' title='pareri pur personale ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2560613198751379697</id><published>2009-08-25T18:34:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:44:26.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>este simplu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=3656332"&gt;wisky lullaby by brad paisly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=3656332,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=3656332,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... niciodata nu m-am priceput sa imi arat sau sentimentele fatza de persoanele la care tin. Poate ca mereu am cautat sa ma inspir de la cei din jurul meu, crezand ca "asa se face". Dar mi-am dat seama ca odata cu trecerea timpului si "prin pierderea mea" in ideile altora am ajuns sa tin in mine sentimente pe care nu le doresc si pe care nu le pot indeparta. Ai putea zice ca nu sunt inca suficient de matur! Cine stie? Dar prin ce se deosebeste un om matur de un om imatur, doar prin simplul fapt ca omul matur poate "rezista" la cat mai multe probleme? Atunci nu vreau sa fiu matur, nu vreau sa am probleme! Traind, razand si mergand pe principiul ca: "...ce nu stii , nu te afecteaza", de-a lungul timpului din dorinta de a afla cum trebuie sa imi exprim mai bine sentimentele sau din prea multa grija pentru cei la care tineam, am ajuns sa fac lucruri de care nu sunt mandru si sa aflu lucruri pe care nu le doream, lucruri care initial erau menite sa ma ajute, au ajuns sa macine, sa imi slabeasca atentia fatza de ce se intampla in jurul meu si ulterior sa ma "omoare". Prea tarziu! Poate ca ii pasa, sa poate ca doar o doare in cot, lumea din jurul tau nu o sa inceteze niciodata de a da acelasi raspuns la o problema care ii depaseste : "Asa a fost sa fie!", "Nu poti sa te impotrivesti destinului!" dar poate ca destinul nu este legat de noroc; este mai degraba legat de alegere. Nu este un lucru pe care trebuie sa il astepti, este mai degraba un lucru care trebuie realizat. Fiecare om are destinul sau; singura regula este sa-l accepte si sa-l urmeze oriunde l-ar duce. Poate ca este mana destinului in tot ceea ce am facut in ultimul timp sau in ceea ce am facut mereu, dar greselile pe care le-am facut in ultima vreme au fost cele care m-au facut sa realizez un lucru: problemele sunt doar in capul meu, iar ceea ce consider eu ca acum este o problema, este doar moment mai prost! Nu mai vreau sa imi transform momentele proaste in probleme! Fara probleme, nu gresim... iar daca nu gresim nu platim! ESTE SIMPLU!  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2560613198751379697?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2560613198751379697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/este-simplu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2560613198751379697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2560613198751379697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/este-simplu.html' title='este simplu !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4619774607179089193</id><published>2009-08-19T12:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:00:18.322+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un sms prea scump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SovMMLxDY2I/AAAAAAAABK0/nUsqKWnXXQY/s1600-h/banner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SovMMLxDY2I/AAAAAAAABK0/nUsqKWnXXQY/s400/banner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371611490258477922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   ( ... intamplator din pagina in pagina am ajuns la un filmulet pe care vroiam neaparat sa vi-l arat si voua. Este un filmulet despre inconstienta  conducatorilor auto, si de cat de scump te poate costa cateva secunde de neatentie. Clipul face parte dintr-o campanie a politiei galeze. A fost realizat cu ajutorul unor actori necunoscuti si va rula in scoli. Da-l mai departe, poti salva o viata ... sau chiar mai multe! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca in viata nu este important cum incepi, ci cum continui!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="376" style="display:block; margin:0 0 5px 0;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60344931"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60344931" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="display:block; width:420px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0; padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stirileprotv.ro/exclusiv/exclusiv-online/video-socant-de-ce-sa-nu-te-joci-cu-mobilul-la-volan.html" title="VIDEO SOCANT! De ce sa NU te joci cu mobilul la volan" style="color:#000000;"&gt;VIDEO SOCANT! De ce sa NU te joci cu mobilul la volan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0; padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stirileprotv.ro" title="StirileProTV" style="color:#000000;"&gt;StirileProTV.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATENTIE! Filmuletul contine scene socante !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4619774607179089193?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4619774607179089193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-sms-prea-scump.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4619774607179089193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4619774607179089193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-sms-prea-scump.html' title='un sms prea scump'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SovMMLxDY2I/AAAAAAAABK0/nUsqKWnXXQY/s72-c/banner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8259986582932432155</id><published>2009-08-01T17:18:00.030+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:56:23.609+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despartire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>Un alt final (part1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era ceasul unu noaptea. Desi pareau ca stau si se privesc, ochii lor priveau dincolo de ceea ce se afla in acea camera micuta a unei garsoniere in care timpul parea parca ca se oprise. Era asa de liniste incat isi puteau auzii unu altuia respiratia. El pe marginea patului cu mainile la cap si privind spre usa, ea stand in picioare in dreptul geamului. Cu ochii cand la el, cand la cerul plin de stele si luna plina de afara, lua o tigara din pachetul de pe masa, se uita lung pe geam, si zise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea :&lt;/span&gt; - De ce imi faci una ca asta? Te gandesti numai la tine, te gandesti ca numai tu existi pe acest pamant si ca totul ar trebuii sa se invarta dupa tine, esti un egoist... da! asta esti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - Tacerea ta imi da de inteles ca am dreptate! Nu este corect! Imi ziceai candva ca nu putem merge departe in prietenie daca nu suntem dispusi sa ne iertam unii altora micile defecte...iar acum tu imi faci una ca asta, ce-i cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - Tu vorbesti?!? Care nici macar nu stii cum ma simt. Nici macar nu m-ai intrebat vreodata daca ma simt bine, daca ma simt rau, daca imi este foame, daca imi este sete, daca fac ce fac si sunt, unde sunt pentru ca imi place... si ma faci pe mine egoist? Toate conversatiile pe care le purtam incep cu acelasi subiect si se termina in aceeasi maniera...e surprinzator sa aflii cate conversatii pe care le avem se transforma foarte repede intr-un monolog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - Deci asta sunt eu pentru tine...un monolog! Nu imi vine sa cred, prin cate am trecut impreuna si tu ma consideri un "monolog"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - Stiam ca o sa reactionezi asa! Acelasi lucru il faci mereu... te grabesti sa tragi concluzii, fara sa stai sa analizezi cu adevarat ce se intampla intre noi, de ce am ajuns in situatia asta... da chiar, stii de ce am ajuns in situatia asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - Bineinteles ca nu stii, mereu esti mai preocupata de tine, decat de ceilalti! Daca tie iti este bine automat crezi  ca si celor din jurul tau le este bine, chiar crezi ca daca cei din jurul tau fac ca tine, insemana ca si vor sa faca asta? Gresesti enorm! Ca sa nu mai zic ca daca cineva este mai presus de tine nu poti  sa accepti asta! Mereu esti in competitie cu lumea din jurul tau... si nu mi-ai zis niciodata de unde provine aceasta teama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - Si de ce imi spui toate astea tocmai acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - ...acum?!? Am tot incercat din rasputeri sa te fac sa iti dai seama ca felul cum dai pretuieste mai mult decat ceea ce dai, pentru ca nu-i de ajuns sa faci bine, mai trebuie sa-l faci si bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            Se ridica de pe pat si merse sa isi ia un pahar cu apa, era incredibil de cald. Una din cele mai toride zile de vara isi prevestea venirea. Se lasa iar linistea, se auzeau doar greierii de afara.  Lua si el o tigara din acelasi pachet si se aseza pe scaun cu fata spre ea. Desi initial nu avusese nici o reactie, in momentul cand el se aseza pe scaun ea nu isi mai putu stapanii emotiile se intoarse cu fata spre el si ii zise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - Si ce crezi ca tu esti mai bun de atat? Esti un nimeni! Esti un las care nu a facut nimic cu viata lui si acum incearca sa dea vina pe altcineva pentru esecurile lui. Am incercat sa fiu langa tine si sa te sustin, sa te ambitionez dar se pare ca nu am avut cu cine. Am vazut in tine un om minunat, un om cu zambetul pe buze si dispus sa treaca peste toate greutatile, unde a disparut aceasta persoana? Dai mereu vina pe mine pentru nereusitele tale. Esti patetic! In loc sa faci asta mai bine ti-ai pune intrebarea si te-ai gandii cate lucruri minunate s-au intamplat in viata ta de cand suntem impreuna! Te mai dai si rotund. "Eu sunt omul care le stiu pe toate!". Cacat! Tu care le stii pe toate trebuie sa stii si ca...nu puterea marilor sentimente face oamenii superiori, ci durata lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt; - Omul minunat despre care vorbesti tu, este aici!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (si arata spre inima lui) &lt;/span&gt;Se uita la tine, numai ca tu nu mai vrei sa vezi acea parte minunata. Ti-ai indreptat privirea mai mult spre cei din jurul tau si ti-ai format o parere ca asa trebuie sa fie si cu noi. Privim case, masini, joburi de succes, familii fericite care ies cu copii la iarba verde in timp ce relatia noastra se scurge secunda cu secunda pe zi ce trece. Numai ca noi suntem prea grabiti sa ne mai acordam atentie sa ne privim, sa ne intrebam ce simtim unul prentru celalalt, ce ne dorim cu adevarat de la viata, dar mai ales ce ne dorim de la relatia asta? Nu sunt nerecunoscator, pentru tot ce ai facut pentru mine, dar cateodata chiar ma intreb daca chiar ai facut asta pentru mine! Sau ai facut-o pentru ca tu sa te simti mai bine ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se lasa iar linistea , dar tensiunea care se acumulase in acea camera.... tot se simtea. Mirosul de fum de tigara si caldura care incepuse sa se mai potoleasca odata cum venirea diminetii incepu sa ii oboseasca. Ea se aseaza usor pe pat si cu ochii lacrimand, isi fixa privirea spre el si desi parca vroia sa ii zica ceva, simtii ca nu se mai poate stapanii si incepu sa planga. Dupa cateva minute in care el parea ca nu se lasa influentat de iesirea emotiva a ei , ea isi trase rasuflarea si cu ochii inca  plini de lacrimi ii zice:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt; - ...am facut-o pentru NOI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8259986582932432155?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8259986582932432155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-alt-final-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8259986582932432155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8259986582932432155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-alt-final-part1.html' title='Un alt final (part1)'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7218963974485702736</id><published>2009-05-29T10:38:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:00:07.599+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noroc'/><title type='text'>numai 6's norocoase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh-RC9U4ZHI/AAAAAAAABJY/oksZ70YJgkI/s1600-h/fericire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh-RC9U4ZHI/AAAAAAAABJY/oksZ70YJgkI/s400/fericire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341147163092608114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...eu ma consider o persoana norocoasa, dar oare sunt atat de norocos incat sa castig potul cel mare la 6/49? POATE CA DA, POATE CA NU! Se zice ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oamenii slabi cred in noroc, cei puternici in cauza si efect&lt;/span&gt;, dar mai conteaza oare, cand este vorba de atatia bani? Daca nu stiai potul a ajuns la 11,5 milioane de euro! Asa da, se mai merita sa joci! Febra castigului a cuprins pe toata lumea, oricine se viseaza, mai ales acum pe timp de criza , milionar in euro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OARE CE AI PUTEA FACE CU 11,5 MILIOANE DE EURO?&lt;/span&gt; Grea intrebare, nuh? Cred ca majoritatea ar raspunde:"...sa ma vad eu cu banii in mana si pe urma stiu ce sa fac cu ei...". Poate ca asa este! Merita sa incerici! Oricum loteria este si va ramane un joc in care totul depinde de noroc. Scheme peste scheme, netul e plin de tot felul de generatoare de numere, pentru ce? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crezi ca iti da tie cineva combinatia norocoasa de numere ? &lt;/span&gt;Trecand peste faptul ca, se aude, cum ca loteria insala oamenii, si ca bugetul loteriei, ar avea câştiguri de sute de mii de euro din banalele dobânzi bancare, calculate pur şi simplu la o rată publică; amuzant este că, sambata si duminica o mullţime de români se vor înghionti la sucursalele loto, pentru plăcerea de a spera si de a visa la premiul cel mare, placere pe care, până la urmă, nu ţi-o poate lua nimeni, cel puţin până duminică seara.... Adevarul ca, numai daca joci la loto, poti sa pierzi; iar din pacate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; norocul este prea putin si lume prea multa! &lt;/span&gt;Cred ca saptamana asta ma duc si eu sa joc o varianta simpla, nici nu mai stiu cat este 5-6 lei, pana la urma urmei imi rup de la gura o sticla de cola si imi incerc si eu norocul! Doar nu o fi dracul atat de negru! O sa merg pe principiul ca la barza chioara ii face Dumnezeu cuib, si poate cine stie... data viitoare o sa postez din una din calatoriile mele prin lume! Ce bine este sa ai bani! Oricum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daca, ai apucat pe un drum si  ti-ai rupt un picior, nu regreta ca n-ai apucat pe un altul, caci nu stii daca nu cumva ti-le rupeai pe amandoua! &lt;/span&gt;Risti sau nu, e alegerea ta! BAFTA LA TOATA LUMEA!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7218963974485702736?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7218963974485702736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7218963974485702736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7218963974485702736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title='numai 6&apos;s norocoase!'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh-RC9U4ZHI/AAAAAAAABJY/oksZ70YJgkI/s72-c/fericire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-1446049236617988261</id><published>2009-05-28T08:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:00:29.164+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluma'/><title type='text'>stii sa faci glume?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh5FeoHV16I/AAAAAAAABI0/k5evjYlUg08/s1600-h/25060-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh5FeoHV16I/AAAAAAAABI0/k5evjYlUg08/s400/25060-fullsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340782600574588834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(119, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 119, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;picture made by DeLone&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...de ce stai serios cand citesti aceasta postare? Stiu de ce! Iti place sa fii serios, ai impresia ca daca esti serios vei fi mai usor luat in considerare decat daca esti vesel si pus pe glume; pana la urma urmei cine are nevoie de un mascarici? Poate eu, poate tu! Intamplator socializand cu diversi oameni observi ca unii, au mai mare tendinta de a fi amuzanti si mai predispusi la glume decat altii, am auzit pana si expresia:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"nu stiu frate, dar mie nu imi ies glumele.."&lt;/span&gt; Pana la urma ce este o gluma buna? O gluma la care a ras lumea, sau o gluma pe care ti-a facut tie placere sa o spui? Eu cred ca amandoua. Daca tie nu iti face placere sa spui o gluma si o faci, doar asa de dragul de a te remarca in grupul unde esti, te rog nu o face. O sa iasa penibil! Consider ca lumea din jurul nostru, inclusiv noi,  avem nevoie sa fim inconjurati de oameni care se pricep sa ne binedispuna si sa ne faca sa zambim.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zambetul este ca stergatorul de parbriz, nu opreste ploaia dar iti permite sa iti vezi de drum!&lt;/span&gt; Dar ce se intampla cand tu esti subiect de glume? Cred ca fiecare dintre noi a fost cel putin odata in viata subiect de glume. Chiar acum cand postam, vorbeam cu o prietena care nu a ezitat sa faca o gluma pe spinarea mea. Nu i-am zis nimic, am ras impreuna, ea a crezut ca e amuzanta si uite asa... ca sa poti face fata glumelor, facute pe spinarea ta trebuie sa detii un secret sau o calitate: TREBUIE SA FII "DIPLOMAT"! Eu cred ca aceasta arta a diplomatiei se dezvolta si odata cu capacitatea ta ca om de a "rade de tine" si de a povesti intamplarile tale mai putin fericite, gafele si situatiile jenante. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TU esti in stare sa faci asta?&lt;/span&gt; Oameni si oameni... Daca vrei sa faci o gluma despre cineva mai intai asigura-te ca persoana respectiva iti permite si nu uita cand sa te opresti! Exista tendinta oamenilor de a se supara atunci cand din diferite cauze, mai mici sau mai mari aduci in discutie acea intamplare sau acea situatie in care ei au fost implicati. Oricum direct proportionala cu supararea lor este si intensitatea glumei. Daca faci glume din rautate sau din "gresala", nu sarii calul, pentru ca data viitoare poate esti chiar tu subiect de glume si s-ar putea sa nu iti placa!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oricum cert este faptul ca nu oricine poate face glume, sau mai bine zis, nu oricine poate face glume bune! &lt;/span&gt;Aduna langa tine oameni care se pricep sa te binedispuna. Nevoia unui om de a zambii exista si o sa existe mereu, daca iti pasa de cei din jurul tau si te pricepi sa aduci  zambetul pe fetele lor, nu ezita... fa o gluma, cate odata chiar este nevoie de ea! Iar daca totusi nu te pricepi sa faci glume, macar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ajuta copii din Africa! Trimite-le o poza cu tine! Daca nu au ce manca, macar au de ce rade! Poti salva vieti! RASUL INGRASA!"&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(119, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 119, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-1446049236617988261?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1446049236617988261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/stii-sa-faci-glume.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1446049236617988261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/1446049236617988261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/stii-sa-faci-glume.html' title='stii sa faci glume?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh5FeoHV16I/AAAAAAAABI0/k5evjYlUg08/s72-c/25060-fullsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-993704447522862324</id><published>2009-05-27T17:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:00:49.024+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>tu de azi, sau tu de maine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh1LoAOd3kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GOdPqbnQf4A/s1600-h/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh1LoAOd3kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GOdPqbnQf4A/s400/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340507883758804546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... te consideri o persoana cu complexe? ce fel de complexe? de unde provin aceste complexe...  Exista  complexele fizice si compexe de inferioritate. Aceste complexe sunt alimentate de sentimentul de neincredere in fortele proprii care se formeaza de obicei din copilarie. De ce oare avem impresia ca cel de langa noi este mai bun ca noi? Cand trebuia sa faci ceva, sa te duci la un interviu, un test de cate ori nu ti-ai zis in gand , "nu are rost, oricum e altul mai bun..". &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma intreb oare care sa fie leacul cel mai bun in cazul complexelor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa acceptam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;situatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;din a carei cauza suntem nemultumiti sau sa incercam sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o schimbam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Tu ce crezi? Oricum majoritatea complexelor apar din cauza faptului ca societatea a creat un model pt frumusete, bunatate, succes etc. iar noi incercam sa ne incadram in acele tipare care ne-au fost prezentate ca fiind perfecte. Aceste asa-zise tipare plac tuturor si impresioneaza. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi vrem de fapt sa placem celorlalti!&lt;/span&gt; Asta e ideea ! In fond, complexele cred eu, vin din lipsa increderii in noi insine ca am putea sa fim placuti, admirati, urmati. Asa ca remediul in cazul lor ar fi in primul rand sa incepem sa credem mai mult in noi, sa ne iubim mai mult, asa cum suntem noi. Nu conteaza cum arati sau cum te comporti, daca esti slab sau gras, inalt sau scund, blond sau brunet sau cine stie cum te mai consideri tu, accepta realitatea si fii multumit de ea; SE POATE SI MAI RAU! Cineva spune ca numai geniile sau prostii au complexe, acum noi trebuie sa alegem din care categorie vrem sa facem parte. Si daca consideram ca nu facem parte din nici o categorie atunci e simplu si firesc, nu avem complexe si cred ca asa si trebuie. Complexele iti distrug personalitatea si te fac complet nefericit. Alegerile pe care le facem ne apartin si sintem ceea ce sintem... in urma alegerilor noastre! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alege sa fii tu, si nu te mai compara cu "persoana de langa tine", compara-te maine cu ce ai fost tu azi si numai atunci o sa vezi adevarata ta valoare!&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-993704447522862324?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/993704447522862324/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-de-azi-sau-tu-de-maine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/993704447522862324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/993704447522862324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-de-azi-sau-tu-de-maine.html' title='tu de azi, sau tu de maine?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sh1LoAOd3kI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GOdPqbnQf4A/s72-c/DSC_0329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5760543712166746897</id><published>2009-05-21T19:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:01:20.040+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bani'/><title type='text'>te consideri sarac sau te consideri bogat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShWIQfW1c5I/AAAAAAAABH8/gaQ_NZuMpP4/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShWIQfW1c5I/AAAAAAAABH8/gaQ_NZuMpP4/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338322750194152338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( ...nu-i o rusine sa fii sarac, dar este teribil de neplacut, dar asta nu poate impiedica un om sa fie liber si fericit; saracia sau bogatia nu sunt direct proportionale cu fericirea.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In fatza unei adevarate fericiri bogatiile pretuiesc cat umbra unui fum"&lt;/span&gt;, dar in ziua de azi fara bani este foarte greu. Fiecare cauta sa aibe cati mai multi bani; banii pana la urma urmei, indiferent daca sunt multi sau putini, ofera o liniste interioara si un confort psihic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cand te consideri sarac, si cand te consideri bogat?&lt;/span&gt; Eu cred ca si saracia si bogatia pot fi privite din mai multe unghiuri, si se clasifica dupa niste criterii pe care nu noi le stabilim. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu este sarac cel care are putin, este sarac cel care isi doreste prea mult.&lt;/span&gt; Peste tot, indiferent de tara exista saraci si bogati, dar pentru unii a avea unde sa locuiesti, a avea o masina, oricat de veche, si un frigider aproape plin inseamna sa fii sarac. Dar cati dintre noi au aceste lucruri? Peste tot vezi oameni care cersesc, care stau cu pancarde de gat pe care sunt scrise tot felul de mesaje: "mor de foame", "nu am ce sa mananc", "nu am unde sa dorm"; dar stau si ma gandesc: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un om caruia ii este cu adevarat foame, mai are timp sa stea cu pancarda de gat si sa se uite lung dupa oamenii care trec pe langa el, sau se apuca sa faca ceva in privinta asta?&lt;/span&gt; Este trist dar aici apare alta situatie cu care omenirea se confrunta:SARACIA PSIHICA! Saracia psihica, adica intr-un cuvant mai putin prietenos dar mai familiar noua, PROSTIA, este direct proportionala cu saracia fizica.Nu am, dar nici nu fac ceva ca sa am! PERFECT!  Daca stai sa te gandesti un pic o sa observi ca bogatia fizica este direct proportionala cu munca depusa! Indiferent prin ce metoda, si nu judec pe nimeni, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;poti face bani atata timp cat iti dai interesul.&lt;/span&gt; In ziua de azi sunt foarte multe metode de a face bani, insa depinde doar de tine cat de mult esti dispus sa te sacrifici. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NU TE ASTEPTA SA CASTIGI LA LOTO, DACA NU ITI CUMPERI BILET!&lt;/span&gt; [MORALA: munceste si fa atatia bani, cat sa fii tu fericit; pentru ca "nimeni nu o sa reuseasca sa faca vreodata, suficienti bani incat sa isi cumprere tineretea inapoi"] Daca o sa fii preocupat de cheltuirea lor pe lucruri care iti bucura sufletul si mai putin pe lucruri care iti bucura trupul, atunci o sa fii mai  fericit, iar numarul lor nu o sa mai conteze...parere pur personala; Banii nemunciti se duc la fel de repede cum vin, si stii si tu asta! Nu te astepta pice norocul pe tine , pentru ca atunci cand o sa vina s-ar putea sa fie prea tarziu si nu o sa poti sa te bucuri de adevarata lui valoare! Concentreaza-te asupra a ceea ce stii sa faci, si fii increzator in puterile tale! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cunostintele pe care le detii si munca depusa o sa iti aduca cu timpul si banii la care visezi acum!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5760543712166746897?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5760543712166746897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-consideri-sarac-sau-te-consideri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5760543712166746897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5760543712166746897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-consideri-sarac-sau-te-consideri.html' title='te consideri sarac sau te consideri bogat?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShWIQfW1c5I/AAAAAAAABH8/gaQ_NZuMpP4/s72-c/DSC_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4669441861712894492</id><published>2009-05-21T12:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:01:37.311+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><title type='text'>...copilul din tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShVHhnLCg1I/AAAAAAAABHg/V8lDYK6s3KQ/s1600-h/eos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShVHhnLCg1I/AAAAAAAABHg/V8lDYK6s3KQ/s400/eos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338251576094131026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... daca ar putea cineva vreodata, sa imi indeplineasca vreo dorinta , cred ca asta i-as cere... sa fiu iar copil, sa ma bucur inca odata de copilarie. Desi stiu ca fizic, nu o sa mai pot fi vreodata copil, psihic consider ca inca sunt... Unii ar putea rade, si mi-ar da dreptate imediat ce ar citi aceasta afirmatie, dar o spun cu mana pe inima ca asa este : SUNT INCA UN COPIL! Inauntru fiecarui om matur , este un copil, dar depinde de fiecare, cat de mult lasa sa se vada acest lucru. Copilaria, o sa trezeasca intodeauna in sufletul meu un sentiment de melancolie , este lumea in care aveam suficienta imaginatie dar neputinta de a face ceva; iar acum este exact invers , am puterea... dar imi lipseste imaginatia. Este locul unde unde ratiunea dispare... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In copilarie iti doresti totul, in tinerete si la maturitate, doar anumite lucruri, iar la batranete...nimic"&lt;/span&gt;, asa se fie oare? Daca stau sa ma gandesc chiar asa este, cu cat ne indepartam mai mult de copilarie pierdem senzatia de... MIRARE! Nu mai parem surprinsi de nimic. Avem impresia ca stim totul si ca putem lua cele mai bune decizii pentru noi, dar oare chiar asa este? Stiu ca nu toti am avut copilaria pe care ne-am dorit-o si ca acum suntem defapt o reflexie ciudata a "eu-lui" de atunci, dar daca accepti ca ai ramas copil in sufletul tau, poti sa iti reconstruiesti copilaria, poti sa iti aduci si sa iti daruiesti bucuriile de care nu ai avut parte atunci. Rasfata-te si daruieste-ti ceea ce iti doresti! Copilaria este o lume aparte, pentru unii este o lume ciudata, fantastica, ireala dar pentru cei ce fac parte din ea, dimpotriva, este o lume reala si plina de armonie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omul trebuie sa se bucure toata viata de copilarie.&lt;/span&gt; Cum?!?  Revin cu ideea ca  in sufletul fiecarui om matur este ascuns un copil, dar stau si ma gandesc ca sunt unii oameni care din cauza grijilor cotidiene sau a altor probleme , nu reusesc sa mai acorde atentie acestui lucru si treptat incep sa elimine aceasta parte din sufletul lui; "NIMENI NU MAI VREA SA SE JOACE!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca noi ca oameni ne consideram infranti, si nu mai putem face nimic pentru noi intervine Dumnezeu;&lt;/span&gt; omul trebuie sa traiasca o copilarie continua; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cand nu te mai consideri copil... poti sa te consideri ca si inexistent.&lt;/span&gt; Dumnezeu aseaza lucrurile asa fel incat cand esti mic... sa te bucuri prima data de copilarie, cand esti suficient de matur si iti intemeiezi o famile... apar si copii si astfel, copilaria nu se pierde si se continua prin ochii copilului tau, care este o parte din tine, si traiesti, astfel,  alaturi de el a doua copilarie; iar la batranete cand desi se zice ca nu iti mai doresti nimic, dorinta de a fi copil reapare... si se retraieste prin ochii nepotilor. Totul tine insa... de noi, si dupa cum stiti : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dumnezeu iti da! Dar nu iti baga in traista!&lt;/span&gt; Trebuie doar sa iti doresti sa fii mereu copil! Copilaria nu este un paradis pierdut, este doar un paradis pe care unii vor sa il piarda, eu am ales sa il pastrez si sa ma bucur in fiecare zi de el, pentru ca un copil poate oricand sa invete un adult trei lucruri: CUM SA FIE MULTUMIT FARA MOTIV! CUM SA NU STEA LOCULUI NICIODATA! si CUM SA CEARA, CU INSISTENTA SI SA CAPETE CEEA CE ISI DORESTE ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copilul din tine poate face lume din jurul nostru mai buna, nu il lasa sa dispara !&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4669441861712894492?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4669441861712894492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4669441861712894492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4669441861712894492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...copilul din tine'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/ShVHhnLCg1I/AAAAAAAABHg/V8lDYK6s3KQ/s72-c/eos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-666476147898538732</id><published>2009-05-15T03:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:02:00.171+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasiune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viciu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munca'/><title type='text'>pasiune sau viciu ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzRCC3BII/AAAAAAAABDM/F9AodWXF9kc/s1600-h/IMG_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzRCC3BII/AAAAAAAABDM/F9AodWXF9kc/s400/IMG_0971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836763715208322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...imi place sa fotografiez , asta e pasiunea mea. Cum am descoperit-o? Greu de spus , cred ca mai mult ca sigur ea m-a descoperit pe mine. Pot spune ca e o chestie genetica , tatal meu , unchiul meu o aveau in sange si acum... acest deosebit dar,  a ajuns si la mine. Daca am cauta in DEX sa vedem cum este definita pasiunea am gasi ca ea este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"starea afectiva si intelectuala, deosebit de intensa si stabila manifestata ca o tendinta care polarizeaza procesele psihice ale omului , determinandu-l prin intensitatea efectelor sau prin permanenta actiunii lor"&lt;/span&gt;, cam complicat nu? ... dar ce reprezinta ea cu adevarat pentru noi, ce rol joaca ea in procesul nostru de maturizare? In ceea ce ma priveste , exact cum am precizat mai sus , desi a existat probabil in mine de la nastere ,ea a decis sa apara odata cu intrarea mea in lumea oamenilor mari, in lumea problemelor fara rezolvare si  in lumea nevoilor nesatisfacute... Neputinta momentana , de a schimba acest sistem, mi-a aprins in suflet o dorinta puternica de a ma rupe, intr-un fel, de ceea ce vad si fac in fiecare zi si pornind de la ideea ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"omul nu poate descoperii noi oceane , cata vreme nu are curajul de a pierde din vedere tarmul" &lt;/span&gt;, m-am apucat sa imi cultiv si sa imi cresc aceasta pasiune. Habar nu aveam cat de multe lucruri le consideram imposibile inainte de a le realiza. Sunt la inceput dar merg pe principiul ca orice talent nativ fara munca asidua nu reprezinta mare lucru si sunt increzator in puterile mele; numai omul condus de pasiune si talent este in stare sa faca lucruri imposibile. DAR SIMT CA O SA REUSESC SI MUNCESC PENTRU ASTA! Pe langa linistea interioara, aceasta pasiune mi-a adus numai bucurii, m-a scos din banal ... mi-a adus mai aproape posibilitatea , de a vizita locuri pe care nu credeam ca o sa le vad vreodata; m-a facut sa descopar sau sa redescopar oameni minunati, oameni care impart aceeasi pasiune , sau care au propria lor pasiune. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu conteaza ce pasiune ai, toti suntem la fel , toti "vorbim aceeasi limba".&lt;/span&gt; Toti cei care sunt, sau ati fost langa mine si care direct sau indirect m-ati ascultat, incurajat si m-ati inspirat, vreau sa stiti ca fara voi drumul ar fi fost mult mai greu si mult mai anevoios... VA MULTUMESC!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O pasiune nu are nevoie de motivari, ea nu cere sa fie intodeauna inteleasa si explicabila... ea incepe acolo unde nu mai este nimic de explicat, sfarsind abia cand se simte din nou nevoia de lamuriri&lt;/span&gt; , iar daca nu respecti acest lucru , pasiune ta, devine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VICIU&lt;/span&gt; si in loc sa te bucuri tu de ea ... se bucura ea de tine! Te consuma si te face propriul ei sclav. Nu vreau sa fac niciodata ceva ce nu ma multumeste pe mine ca om , nu sa fac niciodata ceva, doar pentru ca altora le place, desi as putea sa ma justific usor. Orice viciu e o scuza sau pretext cand n-ai scuza....dar nu , nu vreau sa fac asta ! Eu cred ca in fiecare dintre noi exista o pasiune si un talent, trebuie doar sa avem rabdarea sa le descoperim. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dintre toate lucrurile frumoase de pe pamant, unii oameni au ales viciile pentru a fi fericiti ... eu am ales PASIUNEA! TU CE AI ALES?&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-666476147898538732?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/666476147898538732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/pasiune-sau-viciu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/666476147898538732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/666476147898538732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/pasiune-sau-viciu.html' title='pasiune sau viciu ....'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzRCC3BII/AAAAAAAABDM/F9AodWXF9kc/s72-c/IMG_0971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6221678952485117529</id><published>2009-05-15T03:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:02:16.602+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experienta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free-creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calatorie'/><title type='text'>pe unde ai mai fost ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sgyy4xAoE9I/AAAAAAAABDE/Mp6YI-FZwYE/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836346825577426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 244px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sgyy4xAoE9I/AAAAAAAABDE/Mp6YI-FZwYE/s400/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... Eu calatoresc! TU? Ai putea spune: Asa si? Dar gandeste-te ca esti in aceeasi "oala" cu alte sute de mii de oameni , care asteapta sa li-se intample ceva ... si nu fac nimic! NU VREAU SA TE CRITIC , VREAU DOAR SA ITI DESCHID OCHII! De ce fac asta? Pur si simplu ... vreau sa intiparesc in capul si in sufletul oamenilor dorinta de a calatorii. Daca te intreb ceva , imi poti raspunde sincer?!? Imi poti spune te rog , de cand nu ai mai iesit din casa? Daca raspunsul este : "de ceva timp..", atunci este trist dar nu si iremediabil! Sunt optimist si cred ca te poti schimba, iar eu .... te pot ajuta! Cineva imi spunea :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Calatorului ii sta bine cu ... drumul!"&lt;/span&gt;, si simt ca ma regasesc in aceasta zicala. Vreau sa experimentez locuri noi, si cred ca si tu vrei asta, sa cunosc oameni, obiceiuri, zone si traditii noi...dar pot spune insa ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adevarata clatorie a cunoasterii, nu consta in cautarea de noi tinuturi ci in a avea ochi noi.&lt;/span&gt;.. si asta am decis sa fac. Mi-am adus aminte cum, desi sunt in Bucuresti de aproape 8 ani, cu rusine in suflet pot declara ca sunt inca locuri in care nu am reusit sa ajung. Si daca spui , ca Bucurestiul nu este un loc interesant care trebuie vizitat, tin sa te contrazic! Desigur , ca fiecare este satul de orasul in care sta, dar crede-ma habar nu ai ce se poate intampla in jurul tau, cand "TU LIPSESTI !" Daca ti-ai dat seama despre ce vorbesc eu acum, atunci primul pas a fost facut , recunoasterea greselii! ... acum urmeaza pasul doi : explorarea! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orice calatorie indiferent cat este ea de lunga sau de scurta ...incepe intodeauna cu ... un pas!&lt;/span&gt; Eu am stat si "AM CALATORIT IN JURUL MEU", mi-am imaginat si mi-am planificat ce vreau sa fac , si uite asa cu bucurie in suflet pot spune ca lucrurile au inceput sa se miste , incet , dar sigur...pentru ca lucrul inceput , este pe jumatate facut! POTI FACE SI TU ASTA! Oricum sta in natura ta , dorinta de a descoperii , nu are rost sa iti inlaturi aceasta dorinta si sa te limitezi la ceea ce vezi doar din intamplare sau si mai rau ... la ceea ce vezi in fiecare zi: MUNCA SI CASA! Daca ai facut deja lucrul asta si te-ai limitat , pot spune ca tu ai pierdut. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frumusetea lumii nu asteapta pe nimeni , dar nici nu iti limiteaza accesul.&lt;/span&gt; SUCCESUL , in general... incepe cu succesul individual , si este un castig atat pentru noi cat si pentru cei din jurul nostru. Nu iti fie frica sa descoperi chestii noi , odata cu fiecare descoperire o sa vezi ca te simti tot mai stapan pe tine ... o sa dobandesti , treptat, INFORMATIA, iar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cine detine in ziua de azi informatia ... DETINE PUTEREA!&lt;/span&gt; Stiu ca ai puterea sa te schimbi , ai puterea sa evoluezi , iar daca citesti aceasta postare inseamna ca esti cu un pas mai aproape , de ceea ce iti doresti de fapt! &lt;span class="t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce este o călătorie dacă nu o încercare de a vedea cum, în alte condiţii, sufletul nostru rămâne acelaşi?&lt;/span&gt; Astept cu interes sa imi spui pe unde ai mai fost si ce ai mai facut , iar ca drept rasplata iti dau si tie din informatia pe care o detin eu, viziteaza &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://free-creativity.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;, si pregateste-ti valiza, nu se stie niciodata unde poti ajunge! NE VEDEM ACOLO! ... &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-6221678952485117529?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6221678952485117529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-calatoresti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6221678952485117529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6221678952485117529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-calatoresti.html' title='pe unde ai mai fost ?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/Sgyy4xAoE9I/AAAAAAAABDE/Mp6YI-FZwYE/s72-c/IMG_0258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5802902761269431892</id><published>2009-05-12T23:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:04:15.944+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experienta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calatorie'/><title type='text'>phoenix ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzbfKiMHI/AAAAAAAABDU/f6TyhZ6M5nA/s1600-h/murder3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzbfKiMHI/AAAAAAAABDU/f6TyhZ6M5nA/s400/murder3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836943330717810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( ... si daca ma intrebi ce vreau de la viata , o sa iti raspund ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VREAU SA FIE BINE PENTRU TOATA LUMEA!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Poti  considera ca sunt ipocrit si ca ma prefac, e problema ta... insa vreau sa stii ca am crescut de mic cu o vorba intiparita in minte ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"o sa iti fie bine , atata timp cat oamenilor de langa tine le este bine ..."&lt;/span&gt;, cand oamenii de langa tine sufera sau se bucura  dintr-un anumit motiv, ti-se induce automat si tie aceeasi stare, si invers... cand tu esti vesel sau trist reusesti sa induci starea pe care o ai oamenilor din jurul tau. In ultima perioada am avut numai stari ciudate, am traversat poate cea mai proasta perioada a mea,  si am reusit sa dezamagesc pe majoritatea persoanelor din jurul meu fie ca era vorba de familie, prieteni sau chiar prietena....   si ne stiind ce se intampla cu mine, m-am panicat! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu intelegeam ce se intampla&lt;/span&gt;, eram abatut si distras de la tot ce se intampla in jurul meu. M-am gandit ca este doar o stare trecatoare, ca este doar o zi mai proasta, dar nu era asa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceva ma afecta si nu puteam sa imi dau seama ce!&lt;/span&gt; Desi stiu ca e prea tarziu....  am reusit sa imi dau seama de unde provin toate aceste stari din interiorul meu si mi-am dat seama ca, am incercat prea mult sa empatizez cu starile oamenilor de langa mine, sa  le absorb si  sa le fac ale mele ... incat uitam  sa imi creez si sa imi traiesc propriile mele stari. Desi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "fiecare om este un mister si o taina"&lt;/span&gt; , daca am putea sa ramanem cumva constanti si motivati spre evolutie in ceea ce facem ... ar fi perfect. Poate nu sunt suficient de matur, si nici nu ma consider, poate nu sunt trecut prin adevaratele incercari ale vietii,  dar pot spune ca nu sunt si nu voi fi nicodata un las, nu o sa  fug de provocari sau de incercari! Imi place sa fiu mereu motivat si sa in concentrez aceasta energie spre constructiv, pentru ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... un om cu adevarat inteligent, nu foloseste doar inteligenta lui ...ci si inteligenta altora, iar secretul succesului consta in  abilitatea de a trece de la o gresala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; la alta fara sa-ti pierzi entuziasmul.&lt;/span&gt; Am gresit mult pana acum, recunosc,  nu am avut ambitie si nici dorinta pentru ca mi-a fost frica de esec. Cel mai mare obstacol în calea succesului este si o sa ramana ..... frica de esec! Toate greselile pe care le-am facut pana acum, nu au facut altceva decat sa imi starneasca o stare de ciuda, un sentiment de frustrare si de vinovatie ... o rupere totala  de realitate si de ceea ce era mai  important si mai de pret pentru mine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Experienta este un lucru minunat: iti permite sa recunosti o greseala atunci cand o repeti !"&lt;/span&gt; , nu insa sa si o EVITI!  Nu mai este timp de rememorat greselile , nu este timp de remuscari. Am invatat in in ultima perioada, ce nu am reusit sa invata in toti acesti ani in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am fost mai mult spectator decat participant ,la propria mea viata&lt;/span&gt; . AM INVATAT CA TREBUIE SA IMI ORGANIZEZ  TIMPUL SI VIATA! Sunt motivat si vreau sa o iau de la capat,  sa fac ceva cu viata mea , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sa invat sa iubesc iar oamenii  si o sa incep cu mine!&lt;/span&gt; Mi-am dat seama ca durerea  pe langa sentimentul de neliniste, pe care ti-l confera ... iti creaza insa si o stare de inspiratie, si  paradoxal tot ea este  cea care te face sa te simti viu, te face sa simti ca ai sentimente  si te face sa rusesti sa renasti din propria cenusa ... si aici  incepe o calatorie la care am platit deja pretul biletului... a fost un pret foarte dureros, dar vreau ca la final sa pot spune ca a meritat cu adevarat.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VREAU CA LA FINALUL CALATORIEI, PRIN  SIMPLA  MEA PREZENTA SI PRIN STAREA MEA DE SPIRIT, SA FAC CE NU AM PUTUT FACE PANA ACUM.... SA ADUC BUCURIA IN OCHII SI IN SUFLETELE OAMENILOR DE LANGA MINE!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-5802902761269431892?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5802902761269431892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/phoenix.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5802902761269431892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5802902761269431892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/phoenix.html' title='phoenix ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgyzbfKiMHI/AAAAAAAABDU/f6TyhZ6M5nA/s72-c/murder3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-6986835543142118215</id><published>2009-05-12T15:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:04:40.075+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calatorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>...calatorie placuta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgnT7DXwxRI/AAAAAAAABBo/d-S19GEeC18/s1600-h/IMG_12062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgnT7DXwxRI/AAAAAAAABBo/d-S19GEeC18/s400/IMG_12062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335028245067777298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ce este si ce reprezinta TIMPUL pentru TINE ?&lt;/span&gt; Pentru mine "timpul" este si ramane cea mai mare enigma si ea mai mare creatie .... pe care poate sa o aibe omenirea. Desi a fost "inventat de oameni" "t&lt;span class="t"&gt;impul" a fost definit cu un scop si acela de a face .....ca lucrurile , daca pot spune asa , să nu se întâmple toate deodată. In functie de sentimentele pe care le detinem , avem si impresia ca timpul trece mai greu sau mai repede&lt;/span&gt;, insa totul este doar in imaginatia si in capul nostru. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TIMPUL NU SE MASOARA DECAT DUPA SENTIMENTELE CARE IL STRABAT !"  &lt;/span&gt;Daca nu ai sentimente ... nu poti sa definesti "timpul" ! Indiferent de situatie de loc sau de persoane ... cand ne simtim bine , ne dorim sa putem opri "timpul" .Tendinta oamenilor de a controla timpul nu apare insa numai in momentele in care ne simtim bine , ba din contra si atunci cand suntem suparati , abatuti sau amagiti ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne dorim si speram ca timpul sa capete diferite forme &lt;/span&gt;. Personal , daca stau sa ma gandesc exista nenumarate dati cand mi-am dorit sa fac acest lucru , ba chiar mi-am imaginat ca acest lucru se intampla... ca pot opri "timpul" , fie ca era din cauza unui parfum de floare , fie ca era din cauza unui nor frumos pe cer, fie ca imi doream sa pastrez zambetul unei fete .... dar trezit la realitate mi-am dat seama ca nu poti face asta , nu cu ceva ce nu exista ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"timpul" nu exista!&lt;/span&gt; Pentru a putea supravietui  printre oameni ...trebuie sa ma prefac ca si pentru mine exista acest "TIMP" .... dar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pefer sa ma gandesc la ceva sau cineva fara sa raportez totul la nivel de timp , ci la nivel de intensitate&lt;/span&gt; ...durata dupa parerea mea este irelevanta.  Pentru ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imaginatia omului este cea mai puternica arma pe care o are&lt;/span&gt; ....timpul trebuia definit , s-a impartit in ani , luni , saptamani , zile , ore , minute , secunde ...etc. si mai exact in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRECUT , PREZENT si VIITOR !&lt;/span&gt; Concluzia celor 25 de ani de viata : "Trecutul nu poti sa il schimbi , prezentul poti doar sa il traiesti cu bune si rele, iar viitorul nu ai cum sa il ghicesti !" ... Nu o sa poti sa iti planifici nicodata viitorul bazandu-te pe trecut . Un mare  filozof şi scriitor , Emil Cioran zicea : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Daca timpul n-ar fi ireversibil , n-as regreta deloc sa traiesc in orice epoca a istoriei , fiindca nici una nu este mai buna ca cealalta" &lt;/span&gt;... si uite asa treptat , apare dorinta oamenilor de a-si controla propria creatie , dorinta de a controla acest timp si in incercarea de a stapani aceasta "enigma" , oamenii au creat diferite masinarii care sa ii ajute....si astfel dupa  studii  asidue , nopti pierdute si experimente esuate , oamenii s-au lasat pagubasi , ne stiind insa ca aceasta "masinarie" este si va fi intodeauna langa ei.... Ai putea crede ca sunt nebun dar , este simplu ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toti avem propriile noastre "masini ale timpului"....unele care ne duc inapoi (in trecut) , si se numesc AMINTIRI ... si unele care ne duc ianinte (in viitor) , si se numesc VISURI !&lt;/span&gt; Acum va las pe fiecare sa calatoriti .... fiecare unde va doriti  ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALATORIE PLACUTA ! &lt;/span&gt;.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="t"&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/3179024166745876171-6986835543142118215?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6986835543142118215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ce-este-timpul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6986835543142118215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/6986835543142118215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ce-este-timpul.html' title='...calatorie placuta !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgnT7DXwxRI/AAAAAAAABBo/d-S19GEeC18/s72-c/IMG_12062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3634530173451901428</id><published>2009-05-11T10:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:05:04.325+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsabilitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><title type='text'>Libertatea de a fi tu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgfVjtuyUkI/AAAAAAAABAk/EEajuMFkyZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgfVjtuyUkI/AAAAAAAABAk/EEajuMFkyZ4/s400/IMG_1173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334467093191610946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in arta e ca si in sport inving cativa , dar castiga toti&lt;/span&gt; ... si tin sa adaug ca acest lucru este posibil doar atata timp cat ai libertatea de partea ta. Libertatea de a alege ceea ce iti place sa faci , libertatea de a alege cu cine vrei sa fii , libertatea de a-ti alege prietenii , locurile in care vrei sa fii ....dar mai ales sa ai libertatea de a putea visa. Leo Longanesi zicea : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nu libertatea lipseste , lipsesc oamenii liberi ... !"&lt;/span&gt; si este trist dar cu cat trece mai mult timpul realizez ca aceast lucru este un mare adevar. Ce este libertatea ? &lt;span class="bbtext"&gt;E o stare de spirit sau o realitate obiectiva? Din punctul meu de vedere libertatea ar trebuii sa ii permita unui om...  sa nu faca ceea ce nu isi doreste , sa aibe puterea de a decide pentru propria persoana... si nu trebuie sa ne gandim la libertate ca la o chestie care ne permite sa facem tot ceea ce ne dorim....&lt;/span&gt; pentru ca dupa cum stiti si voi ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu exista cai gresite , doar drumuri alese prost&lt;/span&gt; si asta ar putea atrage dupa sine un adevarat haos. Daca intrebi oamenii daca vor sa fie liberi , o sa iti raspunda ca ... DA ! NORMAL ! CE INTREBARE E ASTA ? dar nu toti realizeaza ca  libertatea inseamna si RASPUNDERE ! Sa ai curajul sa poti raspunde pentru faptele tale si sa poti accepta indiferent de situatie ca tu si numai tu ai decis sa faci acest lucru .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oamenii prefera sa se lase condusi ! &lt;/span&gt;Ca exemplu de cate ori nu ai auzit ca raspuns la intrebarea banala: " UNDE VREI SA MERGEM ?" raspunsul : "UNDE VREI TU ... NU STIU CE SA ZIC!  ... se prefera fuga de responsabilitate , te gandesti ca o sa o dai in BARA si asa ca mai bine preferi sa fugi de responsabilitate ! Avem puterea de a alege din ce ni se ofera, avem datoria totodata de a nu ingradi libertatea celorlalti. Libertate absoluta nu exista deoarece daca oricine ar fi liber sa faca orice atunci fara voia sa ar lua dreptul la libertate altcuiva...."OMUL ESTE LIBER , DAR INCETEAZA A MAI FI , DACA NU MAI CREDE IN LIBERTATEA LUI !" .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nimeni nu vă poate sili să fiţi liberi...aceasta este treaba voastră !!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-3634530173451901428?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3634530173451901428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/libertatea-de-fi-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3634530173451901428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3634530173451901428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/libertatea-de-fi-tu.html' title='Libertatea de a fi tu !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgfVjtuyUkI/AAAAAAAABAk/EEajuMFkyZ4/s72-c/IMG_1173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8985663726147951015</id><published>2009-05-10T11:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:05:29.185+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><title type='text'>O, vanitas, vanitatum vanitas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgaQnohsI_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/jdZVK5gmgAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgaQnohsI_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/jdZVK5gmgAQ/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334109819234952178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... as incepe aceasta postare cu una din cele mai impresionante marturisiri , din punctul meu de vedere , si anume , cea a lui Liviu Rebreanu si am sa aduc in discutie doar o parte din aceasta marturisire pe care daca sunteti curiosi o sa va las sa o descoperiti singuri ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Multi cred ca se lauda zicand: "Iata inima mea! Vi-o dau...n-am nevoie de dansa. Mie nu mi-e frica de chinurile geloziei, mie nu-mi pasa de tremurarile infrigurate ale iubirii!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De un singur lucru ma feresc: sa nu fiu banal !&lt;/span&gt; As vrea sa sufar, as vrea sa scrasnesc din dinti, sa-mi zmulg parul si sa adorm cu genele muiate in lacrimi ! Astfel, cel putin, as sti ca traiesc, as intelege poate, ce insemneaza a iubi. Dar zilele trec, vesnic aceleasi, sreabede si plictisitoare, si viata mea se scrge intocmai ca viata unei gaze netrebnice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu nu pot avea iubire; eu nu pot avea decat iubiri...&lt;/span&gt; Iubirile acestea insa rasar repede, palpaiesc decat o clipa si apoi pier, dispar pentru totdeuna, parca ar fi fost niste visuri pe care le uiti indata ce te-ai desteptat din somn."O, si eu credeam ca nu pot iubi, si eu imi inchipuiam ca vina nu este in mine, ci in ele, in femeile care nu merita sa fie iubite !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi insa, stiu si inteleg ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iubirea este facuta pentru cei umili, ca cei mandri nu vor putea iubi niciodata.&lt;/span&gt; Cei mandri isi inchipuiesc ca nu au trebuinta de inima; ei nu vor decat sa cucereasca, mereu sa biruiasca; ei cred, in sfarsit, ca si in iubire succesul e tot. Dorintele lor poate se vor implini, poftele lor poate vor fi multumite, da....dar, vai, iubirea n-au s-o cunoasca niciodata. Caci iubirea cere supunere, o supunere oarba ca si credinta. In iubire n-ai sa fii convins niciodata. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tot ce nu e supunere si devotament nu e iubire. &lt;/span&gt;Trebuie sa traiesti mult, trebuie sa suferi mult, trebuie sa pricepi mult pentru ca inima ta sa fie in stare a primi iubirea. Cei ambitiosi, cei mandri, cei obraznici si nerecunoscatori nu pot sti ce este iubirea si, asa, cei mai multi dintre noi de abia la varsta de cincizeci de ani incepem sa intelegem iubirea, atunci, deci, cand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e prea tarziu....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stau ...citesc si iar recitesc ...imi vine in cap un fragment dintr-o piesa ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fericirea este ceva care nu se atinge niciodata, dar in cautarea ei merita sa alergi toata viata ..."&lt;/span&gt; Chiar oare trebuie sa "traiesti mult, trebuie sa suferi mult, trebuie sa pricepi mult... pentru ca inima ta sa fie in stare a primi iubirea..." ??? sau fiecare isi defineste si traieste iubirea asa cum vrea el ??? ... barierele de care ne lovim zi de zi sunt doar bariere mentale impuse de noi , sau impuse de parintii nostrii , si acceptate de noi , de-a lungul vietii... eu cred ca fericirea si iubirea sunt sentimente pe care ni-le producem singuri...le hranim in fiecare zi , le amplificam sau le diminuam dupa bunul plac ....dar ne bucuram prea putin de sadisfactiile pe care ni-le ofera. Cand eram mic vedeam  iubirea altfel ... ma gandeam ca iubirea se intampla doar oamenilor mari , ma uitam in jurul meu si nu intelegeam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ce oameni care isi declarau ca se iubesc ...se cearta ! &lt;/span&gt;acum rezlizez ca iubirea pe langa visare si planuri , nopti nedormite si cuvinte aruncate fara sa le intelegi adevarata insemnatate ..... insemna mult mai mult , iubirea reuseste sa iti amplifice  toate simturile spre un mod care cateodata devine incontrolabil...reuseste sa iti trezeasca in suflet atat sentimente pozitive cat si negative .... "iubirea nu-ti cere socoteala de sarutarile ce ai dat sau nu altora... iubirea nu-ti scormoneste trecutul si nu-ti cerceteaza prezentul" , NOI FACEM ASTA ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt de parere ca nu trebuie sa invatam din experientele altora , nu trebuie sa cascam gura in stanga si in dreapta ca sa invatam sa iubim ....trebuie sa traim si sa invatam din esecurile si bucuriile noastre ...&lt;/span&gt; fiecare este liber sa iubesca in felul sau ,si sa reactioneze asa cum ii dicteaza constiinta ...sufletul si inima.  Vreau sa cred ca dragostea ii face pe oameni sa se simta egali....! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8985663726147951015?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8985663726147951015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-vanitas-vanitatum-vanitas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8985663726147951015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8985663726147951015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-vanitas-vanitatum-vanitas.html' title='O, vanitas, vanitatum vanitas !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SgaQnohsI_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/jdZVK5gmgAQ/s72-c/IMG_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4982587688661762551</id><published>2009-04-26T17:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:52:14.012+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duminca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munca'/><title type='text'>o zi fericita de duminica ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SfRu86z9n0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wrcojqaid8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SfRu86z9n0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wrcojqaid8Y/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329006251944550210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... asa as fi putut incepe aceasta postare dar , nu cred ca poti numii &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"o zi fericita de duminica ".&lt;/span&gt;..o duminica in care toata lumea este acasa ,  se distreaza ...se simte bine cu familia si TU ...esti la munca ...Off daca nu scoteau astia atatea maxime despre munca ... ma rezumam la faptul ca accept sa vin la munca , pentru bani ...dar cand auzi ca :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Munca si numai munca este izvorul libertatii si al fericirii."&lt;/span&gt; cum mai poti sa te gandesti la bani ... cand cu fiecare secunda cere se scurge ma simt tot mai liber si mai fericit ....Ceea ce ma bucura cel mai tare este ca ...afara ploua , este o zi urata si friguroasa. Stau plictisit pe un scaun , cu ochii la un monitor si incerc sa ma concentrez insa gandul imi zboara ...in toate directiile ...in toate locurile si incep sa o iau razna.  Se zice ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cel mai bun mod de a-ti aprecia munca este sa-ti imaginezi cum este fara ea"&lt;/span&gt; , am incercat si nu mi-a placut ce am vazut. ....Munca pe care o infaptuim cu placere ne usureaza de povara ei, ne vindeca de truda ei... imi place ceea ce fac , dar se pare ca azi este o zi mai putin fericita..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4982587688661762551?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4982587688661762551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-zi-fericita-de-duminica.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4982587688661762551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4982587688661762551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-zi-fericita-de-duminica.html' title='o zi fericita de duminica ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SfRu86z9n0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wrcojqaid8Y/s72-c/IMG_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-7300208177562936320</id><published>2009-04-17T13:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:52:49.287+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucurie'/><title type='text'>o floare , un zambet ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehYZJ_l8qI/AAAAAAAAA7s/6pvgX5C20Rg/s1600-h/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehYZJ_l8qI/AAAAAAAAA7s/6pvgX5C20Rg/s400/IMG_0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325603748568232610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( ... daca le spui oamenilor mari , am vazut o casa frumoasa, cladita din caramida rosie ... cu nenumarate flori la geam si porumbei care se jucau pe acoperis ... ei nu reusesc sa isi imagineze casa, dar daca le spui ca ai vazut o casa de "un milion de euro" , abia atunci izbutesc sa isi imagineze ...si sa iti raspunda "Cred ca era foarte frumoasa ! " . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De ce in ziua de azi totul se rezuma la valoarea materiala a unui obiect ? &lt;/span&gt;Ai mai daruit in ultima perioada unei presoane dragi ... o floare? DA ... O FLOARE ! Ai mai simtit in ultima perioada bucuria , surprinderea si admiratia in ochii acelei persoane? Raspunsul , presupun este ..NU! Ne concentram mai mult pe valoarea materiala a uni cadou si uitam ca ...adevarata insemnatate a unui cadou vine din inima. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preferam sa facem cadouri cat mai scumpe si cat mai inutile ...decat sa daruim unei persoane ... o floare , un zambet ...o imbratisare&lt;/span&gt;. "Sunt flori peste tot , pentru cine vrea sa le vada ..". Amintirea ca ai reusit sa aduci bucuria pe chipul unei persoane daruindu-i o floare  o sa te ajute sa treci mai usor peste clipele grele ... desi , cu o floare nu se face primavara , eu zic ca  merita sa incercam , merita sa aduce bucuria pe chipul celor la care tinem . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARUIESTE DIN INIMA , DARUIESTE O FLOARE !!!&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-7300208177562936320?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7300208177562936320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7300208177562936320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/7300208177562936320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title='o floare , un zambet ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehYZJ_l8qI/AAAAAAAAA7s/6pvgX5C20Rg/s72-c/IMG_0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2194270846691787290</id><published>2009-04-17T13:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:53:21.436+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subiect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plimbare'/><title type='text'>un secret despre un secret ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fdf790c94e1ecb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03fdf790c94e1ecb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D562D83677DC3A6DD366C899D34E9EB5D777D6E0E.21B6AE53E8F4F7D5D922821690EABB93D970F9CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fdf790c94e1ecb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDNl3hjGodegA44bfe8VN60LSLJE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03fdf790c94e1ecb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D562D83677DC3A6DD366C899D34E9EB5D777D6E0E.21B6AE53E8F4F7D5D922821690EABB93D970F9CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fdf790c94e1ecb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDNl3hjGodegA44bfe8VN60LSLJE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... PRIVESTE VIATA PRIN OCHII UNUI FOTOGRAF !!! ... usor de zis, dar greu de facut. Multi habar nu au cu ce se mananca asta ... isi imagineaza ca daca ai un aparat si il pui la ochi ...stii sa faci si poze. Ca orice meserie necesita timp sa te perfectionezi si mai ales necesita daruire si talent . "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O fotografie este un secret despre ..un secret , cu cat iti spune mai mult cu atat intelegi mai putin"&lt;/span&gt;. Am decis zilele astea sa ma duc la muzeul satului ... sa ma destind un pic si spre rusinea mea , recunosc ca nu am mai fost de ceva timp pe acolo , sa vad ...ce s-a mai schimbat si sa imi recreez mintea si trupul ... Cand ajuns acolo ce sa vezi ...stupoare ! De la cel mai mic la cel mai mare ... toti aveau camere foto ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NU MAI IESISE UNUL SA SE PLIMBE !&lt;/span&gt; Nu mai iesise unul sa isi dezmorteasca picioarele , sa isi limpezeasca mintea ...toti faceau poze. De ce oare cand stai atat de aproape ... (din orice colt al Bucurestiului , intr-o superba zi de duminica, nu cred ca faci mai mult de 2 ore) ... sa nu vii mai degraba sa te bucuri in fiecare zi ...decat sa vii odata pe an si atunci sa stai sa faci poze ... Am plecat de acolo ingrozit de ce am vazut ... mi-am zis in sinea mea ... o sa ajungem ..."UN POPOR DE CHINEZI" ... Ce trebuie sa stii tu , cel care iei pentru prima data un aparat de fotografiat in mana ...este ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diferenta nu o face ce aparat ai de gat ...diferenta o face viziunea ta asupra lumii ...asupra subiectului ales si asupra impactului pe care o sa il aibe poza ....&lt;/span&gt; // filmuletul face mai mult decat toate cuvintele pe care puteam sa le spun despre acest subiect ... enjoy !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3179024166745876171-2194270846691787290?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fdf790c94e1ecb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2194270846691787290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-secret-despre-un-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2194270846691787290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2194270846691787290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-secret-despre-un-secret.html' title='un secret despre un secret ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-214885952617386146</id><published>2009-04-17T12:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:54:08.337+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niciodata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintirile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieten'/><title type='text'>amintirile ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehRiRHgc_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/7qs53ywLSRE/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehRiRHgc_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/7qs53ywLSRE/s400/DSC_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325596208517903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... AMINTIRILE !  ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Amintirile sunt asemanena cartilor dintr-o biblioteca , cauti cate una .. cand nu mai ai nimic nou de citit"&lt;/span&gt;  ...  daca ar fi sa ma intrebi la ce ma gandesc eu cand se pronunta cuvantul "amintiri" ... ti-as spune ca ma gandesc numai la lucrurile bune ... la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;copilaria fericita&lt;/span&gt; pe care am avut-o ... la serile de vara cand intram seara in casa murdar si aveam numai bube in genunchi...la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orezul cu lapte si prajiturile&lt;/span&gt; pe care le primeam cand eram cuminte , la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarbatorile&lt;/span&gt; petrecute in familie  ... ti-as mai spune ca ma gandesc la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima prietena&lt;/span&gt; din viata mea , la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;primul sarut&lt;/span&gt; si la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima data cand am facut dragoste&lt;/span&gt; ! Ma gandesc la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima noapte ne dormita&lt;/span&gt; inainte de a pleca la mare ... la prima senzatie pe care am avut-o atunci cand am intrat in apa marii si la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima tigara fumata&lt;/span&gt; ...Ma gandesc la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima betie&lt;/span&gt; facuta , la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;primele examene&lt;/span&gt; din viata mea ... si la&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; prima zi de camin&lt;/span&gt; ... in Regie ! La &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prima zi cand mi-am luat permisul&lt;/span&gt; si la prima zi in care mi-a fost luat permisul ... Ti-as mai zice ca ma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gandesc la toti prietenii mei si toate prietenele mele pe care i-am pierdut , la oamenii care au contat cu adevarat pentru mine&lt;/span&gt; ...  la toate intamplarile bune petrecute langa acei oameni  .... Daca ai facut parte din viata mea ...sa stii ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MA GANDESC SI LA TINE !&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pentru ca nu pierzi niciodata o persoana atata timp cat ramai fidel amintirilor ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-214885952617386146?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/214885952617386146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/214885952617386146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/214885952617386146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='amintirile ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehRiRHgc_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/7qs53ywLSRE/s72-c/DSC_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-859525759202897466</id><published>2009-04-17T12:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:54:51.939+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daruieste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veselie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pozitiv'/><title type='text'>hai sa zambim ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehQs5ZCkhI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_T3twxirKRU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehQs5ZCkhI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_T3twxirKRU/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325595291615924754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(.... ZAMBETUL !  , nu este nimic mai frumos si mai pozitiv pe lumea asta .. cineva zicea odata ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"zambeste tot timpul , chiar si cand esti suparat ... nu stii niciodata cine se poate indragostii de zambetul tau"&lt;/span&gt;  , imi place sa cred asta ...desi in ultima perioada am cam uitat sa zambesc, imi doresc din suflet sa pot zambii iar ..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.un zambet nu costa nimic, dar ofera mult&lt;/span&gt;... el imbogateste pe cei ce-l privesc, fara a-i face mai saraci pe cei ce-l daruiesc....el ia numai o clipa, dar amintirea sa dainuie uneori pentru totdeauna.... nimeni nu este atat de bogat sau puternic incat sa treaca in viata fara el si nimeni nu este atat de sarac ca acela care poate fi imbogatit prin el.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Un zambet aduce fericire , bunavointa  si este semnul prieteniei....&lt;/span&gt; El aduce odihna celor truditi, veselie celor descurajati, o raza de soare celor tristi si necajiti...cu toate acestea zambetul nu poate fi cumparat, cersit, imprumutat sau furat, pentru ca el este ceva ce nu are valoare pentru nimeni pana cand nu este daruit. Din pacate unii oameni sunt prea obositi ca sa va daruiasca un zambet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daruiti-le voi unul, pentru ca nimeni nu are nevoie mai mare de un zambet decat ... acela care NU-L POATE DARUI....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-859525759202897466?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/859525759202897466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/hai-sa-zambim.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/859525759202897466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/859525759202897466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/hai-sa-zambim.html' title='hai sa zambim ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehQs5ZCkhI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_T3twxirKRU/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3934693413851503919</id><published>2009-04-17T12:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:56:54.181+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>o noapte rece si trista ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehP4YSALlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rgDQWXbkM0g/s1600-h/no-one-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehP4YSALlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rgDQWXbkM0g/s400/no-one-home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325594389374840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( "... se plimba singur prin oras. Era doar el si masina lui ... Nu isi gasea linistea , pana si muzica din masina il deruta si il deranja ... o opreste ! Era aproape ora 3 dimineata si inca continua sa mearga ... avea in cap o gramada de ganduri, o gramada de planuri si o gramada de vise ... dar cu cat mergea mai mult prin negura noptii , simtea cum ele , rand pe rand, se naruiesc precum un castel de nisip constuit prea aproape de apa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era obosit si nelinistit ... &lt;/span&gt;Opreste masina la intamplare.Puse capul pe volan si se gandea... desi i se parea ciudat pentru o clipa avea sentimentul ca a ajuns unde trebuie , ridica capul ... si se da jos din masina. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerul diminetii il mai trezii un pic din visare ...&lt;/span&gt; isi puse gluga pe cap si privii in jurul sau. Ajunsese la o usa pe care o cunostea foarte bine. Nu ii venea sa creada ochilor si privirea lui ramase impietrita....pret de cateva minute. Se dezmeticii .... si simti cum o picatura calda ii brazdeaza obrazul , gandindu-se daca este de la aerul rece de afara sau din interiorul lui... Se sterse repede , se gandea ca cineva il va vedea ... se simtea vulnerabil si fara ajutor, trase aer in piept si isi facu curaj sa mearga la usa aceea , simtind insa ca ... cu cat se apropie mai mult , cu atat pulsul ii creste si pentru o clipa dorii sa se intoarca... Nimic din ceea ce gandise in haoticul lui drum parea sa nu mai aibe nici un sens pe masura ce inainta , parea ca odata cu apropierea de usa se simte mult mai linistit, mult mai implinit si mai senin.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajunge langa usa si se aseaza jos langa ea ca langa un vechi si bun prieten care este mereu langa tine atunci cand ai nevoie de el&lt;/span&gt; . Desi resimtea frigul de afara , pentru el nu mai conta , in sinea lui era fericit. putea iar sa viseze ..inchise ochii si cazu in visare . Se gandea cat de ciudata este viata , se gandea cum ramas singur , isi dorea sa fie cu altii....dar fiind cu altii si nereusind sa se integreze in atmosfera ...prefera sa raman singur. Tresarii ! Se ridica si dadu sa intre ... insa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usa era inchisa &lt;/span&gt;.Credeam ca suntem prieteni ? ... isi zise in sinea lui uitandu-se la usa , dar usa rece ... nu parea sa raspunda acuzelor lui ....Incepe sa formeze la interfon ... stia numarul , nu forma la intamplare , mana ii tremura. Suna ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simtea iar cum pulsul o ia razna si inima incepe sa bata mai tare si mai tare ... de parca vroia sa iasa din piept . Nu se auzea insa nici un sunet ...doar bataia inimii lui. &lt;/span&gt;Se gandii ca orice incercare trebuie facuta de cel putin 3 ori inainte de o abandona ... si mai suna de doua ori ... acelasi lucru , nu se auzea nimic ... simtii iar caldura pe obraz . Inchise si isi deschise ochii de mai multe ori ... si isi aduse brusc aminte de un citat pe care il citise candva , "...singuratatea este soarta tuturor oamenilor inzestrati cu o capacitate deosebita: ei o vor deplange uneori , insa o vor alege intodeauna ca pe cel mai mic dintre doua rele.." . Pleca incet si tremurand de frig ... simtind insa cum cineva sau ceva il urmareste. Nu se uita inapoi ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mergea gandindu-se cum in tot acest timp , in toti acesti ani ... singuratatea l-a invatat ca nu este singur ... ci singurul!"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-3934693413851503919?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3934693413851503919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-noapte-rece-si-trista.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3934693413851503919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3934693413851503919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-noapte-rece-si-trista.html' title='o noapte rece si trista ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehP4YSALlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/rgDQWXbkM0g/s72-c/no-one-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5828537767694983400</id><published>2009-04-17T12:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:57:15.714+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieten'/><title type='text'>prietenul meu ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehPJOsRP5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/DkD4H1q1xJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehPJOsRP5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/DkD4H1q1xJ8/s400/DSC_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325593579346804626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( hai sa ne imprietenim....de ce nuh? ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; oare e asa de simplu?&lt;/span&gt; da ..la inceput chiar este , cu cat evoluez insa ...in aceasta asa zisa prietenie , observ ca totul nu este asa cu imi imaginam ca va fi ... si atunci apar dezamagirile, regretele . fiecare dezamagire in fond ... ar tebuii sa ma ajute la randul ei sa imi definitivez criteriile de alegere a unui prieten... dar cum se face ca mereu fac aceeasi gresala..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."Prietenia este confortul inexprimabil de a te simţi în siguranţă cu o persoană, fără a trebui să-ţi cântăreşti gândurile, nici să-ţi măsori cuvintele..."&lt;/span&gt;, eu nu ma mai simt in siguranta langa nimeni .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pot oare sa te consider prietenul meu?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5828537767694983400?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5828537767694983400/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/prietenul-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5828537767694983400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5828537767694983400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/prietenul-meu.html' title='prietenul meu ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehPJOsRP5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/DkD4H1q1xJ8/s72-c/DSC_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-8550361019989742945</id><published>2009-04-17T12:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:31:28.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>as vrea sa ploua ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOps3x8zI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9hNTCQI62Ww/s1600-h/Untitlxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOps3x8zI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9hNTCQI62Ww/s400/Untitlxed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325593037692334898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(... senzatia ca trebuie sa ploua imi intra in minte , stau privesc pe geam si ma uit in gol ...cred ca defapt chiar imi doresc sa ploua.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iubesc senzatia de dupa ploaie&lt;/span&gt; , iubesc apa in sine ...iubesc aerul curat asa cum iubesc .. sa merg decultz prin iarba uda... am impresia ca o data cu oprirea ploii parca sunt un alt om... ploaia de vara e cea mai placuta , calda ...scurta si mereu ...atunci cand te astepti mai putin...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abia astept sa ploua&lt;/span&gt;...vreau sa stau in ploaia, vreau sa ma ploua ..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.simt ca am nevoia sa fiu alt om, simt ca trebuie sa ploua&lt;/span&gt; ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-8550361019989742945?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8550361019989742945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-vrea-sa-ploua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8550361019989742945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/8550361019989742945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-vrea-sa-ploua.html' title='as vrea sa ploua ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOps3x8zI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9hNTCQI62Ww/s72-c/Untitlxed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-5810967660215766004</id><published>2009-04-17T12:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:57:37.343+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrebare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semne'/><title type='text'>semne pe care nu le vedem ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOSASJKNI/AAAAAAAAA68/VbIY7m1-Z0A/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOSASJKNI/AAAAAAAAA68/VbIY7m1-Z0A/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325592630586321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semne, sunt semne peste tot si totusi cateodata nu le vedem&lt;/span&gt;.... indiferent de ce natura sunt ...ele par sa ne ghideze usor dar sigur viata si sentimentele. nu ai simtit niciodata ca nu gasesti raspuns la intrebarile pe care le ai ...si pur si simplu astepti "un semn"... eu unul sunt de parere ca trebuie sa ai intodeauna o intrebare ... ca sa poti vedea "semnul" ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu ce intrebare ai?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-5810967660215766004?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5810967660215766004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/semne-pe-care-nu-le-vedem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5810967660215766004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/5810967660215766004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/semne-pe-care-nu-le-vedem.html' title='semne pe care nu le vedem ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehOSASJKNI/AAAAAAAAA68/VbIY7m1-Z0A/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-2763112085190931088</id><published>2009-04-17T12:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:31:49.595+03:00</updated><title type='text'>momente intime ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNdQy7V-I/AAAAAAAAA60/-yGK6Wuydj4/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNdQy7V-I/AAAAAAAAA60/-yGK6Wuydj4/s400/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591724485728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...ai prefera sa sari de la etaj in loc sa te dezbraci? tot eviti momentele cele mai intime numai ca sa nu te vada el/ea gol/goala? te apuca disperarea ...ei bine, afla ca nu esti singur/singura....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; si EI "simt" acelasi lucru ...! OARE ?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-2763112085190931088?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2763112085190931088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/momente-intime.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2763112085190931088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/2763112085190931088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/momente-intime.html' title='momente intime ...'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNdQy7V-I/AAAAAAAAA60/-yGK6Wuydj4/s72-c/IMG_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-3941570783458796715</id><published>2009-04-17T12:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:58:03.077+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aparente'/><title type='text'>cine suntem noi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNDCcayfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/HCzCpqEmDWo/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNDCcayfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/HCzCpqEmDWo/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591273956624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( cine suntem noi ... cum ne simtim noi bine? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fiecare este direct raspunzator pentru faptele sale... &lt;/span&gt;daca nu o sa poti niciodata sa admiti ca exista si altfel de oameni decat tine ... atunci o sa fii doar tu si lumea ta. fiecare om pe care il intalnesc in drumul meu imi este superior prin ceva... de aceea incerc sa invat cate ceva pe langa fiecare.. si tu poti invata ceva daca esti alaturi de oameni, daca incerci sa ii intelegi si sa ii descoperi ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu judeca dupa aparente, aparentele pot fi inselatoare !&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-3941570783458796715?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3941570783458796715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/cine-suntem-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3941570783458796715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/3941570783458796715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/cine-suntem-noi.html' title='cine suntem noi?'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/SehNDCcayfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/HCzCpqEmDWo/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179024166745876171.post-4716741813725920609</id><published>2009-04-17T12:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:32:09.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Modificare blog !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(.... In primul rand vreau sa imi cer scuze ... pe cei care erau obisnuiti cu adresa akrinz.blogspot.com , aceasta nu mai este valabila din motive tehnice , m-am mutat pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; / va multumesc pentru intelegere / nu am modificat decat foarte putin postarile , cine vrea sa dea iar comment pe vechile postari ... va astept cu drag...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179024166745876171-4716741813725920609?l=calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4716741813725920609/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/modificare-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4716741813725920609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179024166745876171/posts/default/4716741813725920609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calatorescinjurulmeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/modificare-blog.html' title='Modificare blog !'/><author><name>Iulian Carnaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847994106219671041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Guctzc8DaLg/THwJO7stL5I/AAAAAAAABik/W4KBLoqi7cQ/S220/34384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
