<?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-4920794080814582205</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:34:08.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot ce vad</title><subtitle type='html'>tot ce gandesc si ce simt...asa ca sa stie si altii :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-5234624054096760219</id><published>2008-06-07T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:42:33.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greu...greu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SErxetQ-ULI/AAAAAAAAABc/vjq88pHaFYg/s1600-h/Tired%20Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209241428856557746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SErxetQ-ULI/AAAAAAAAABc/vjq88pHaFYg/s320/Tired%2520Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mai sunt inca doua examene..si gata...cumplit fu pana acum..am invatat mai mult ca oricand(elevul "silitor" din mine s-a facut remarcat);acum sa vedem si care vor fi rezultatele...am mari emotii..pe de alta parte simt ca nu mai am chef deloc sa invat...simt asa un aer de vacanta...pe langa toate astea starea mea de "idle" a inceput sa fie cea de dormit sau pierdut vremea pe-afara,lucru deloc benefic pentru urmatoarele doua "Lucrari de control":))ei in fine...sper sa fie totul bine intr-un final si sa nu ma duc la olimpiada de toamna...&lt;/strong&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/4920794080814582205-5234624054096760219?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/5234624054096760219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=5234624054096760219' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/5234624054096760219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/5234624054096760219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/06/greugreu.html' title='Greu...greu...'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SErxetQ-ULI/AAAAAAAAABc/vjq88pHaFYg/s72-c/Tired%2520Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-4497744848479592798</id><published>2008-05-21T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:08:03.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incep examenele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sunt ingrozita...deja am inceput sa stau "pe jar" gandindu-ma la ce ma asteapta cu toate examenele pe care le am de dat...tocmai acum cand incepeam sa ma gandesc la vacanta..la mare...cu toata caldura asta infernala cheful de a invata cred ca va fi redus la minimum...trebuie insa sa ma straduiesc....huh...&lt;/strong&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/4920794080814582205-4497744848479592798?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/4497744848479592798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=4497744848479592798' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/4497744848479592798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/4497744848479592798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/05/incep-examenele.html' title='Incep examenele'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-3764118339843822445</id><published>2008-05-14T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:25:17.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politica...iar?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCq7yf-qhQI/AAAAAAAAABU/TFIiYGiew-4/s1600-h/0020_falsificare.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200175196004844802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCq7yf-qhQI/AAAAAAAAABU/TFIiYGiew-4/s320/0020_falsificare.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...trebuie sa recunosc faptul ca sunt o persoana apolitica,insa perioada prin care tocmai suntem nevoiti sa o parcurgem mi se pare un adevarat calvar.Toti politicienii se pare ca "din senin" si-au reamintit de noi....pretiosul lor electorat...promitandu-ne iar,cu cea mai mare seriozitate,devotamentul de care vor da dovada daca-i vom alege...incercarile de manipulare sunt in plin proces de desfasurare....si sincera sa fiu incerc sa-mi astup urechile si sa nu-mi mai umplu capul cu tot felul de bazaconii pe care le indruga acesti demagogi...nu ma voi duce la vot....sunt decisa...nu-mi voi exercita aceasta "indatorire" cetateneasa....pentru ca sunt sigura ca ei nu-si vor exercita nicio indatorire dupa ce vor ajunge la putere...nu vreau sa fiu catalogata ca promovez spiritul anarhist...insa nu vreau sa fiu si eu in marea de "marionete" manipulate in scrutinurile din iunie...&lt;/strong&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/4920794080814582205-3764118339843822445?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/3764118339843822445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=3764118339843822445' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/3764118339843822445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/3764118339843822445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/05/politicaiar.html' title='Politica...iar?!'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCq7yf-qhQI/AAAAAAAAABU/TFIiYGiew-4/s72-c/0020_falsificare.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-8821813441628446421</id><published>2008-05-14T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:42:53.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...A fost frumos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCqkkP-qhPI/AAAAAAAAABM/vhhPIpk4hZg/s1600-h/2008_05110117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200149662424270066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCqkkP-qhPI/AAAAAAAAABM/vhhPIpk4hZg/s320/2008_05110117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saptamana trecuta am fost la mare...nu m-am asteptat sa o gasesc asa "trista",rece si parasita....totusi mi-am simtit sufletul plin de bucurie la gandul ca stau pe plaja nemaisaturandu-ma s-o privesc...in alta ordine de idei,lasand melancolia la o parte trebuie sa recunosc faptul ca am trait niste momente minunate alaturi de "cine mi-e drag"...m-am distrat de minune si cred ca  voi ramane cu niste amintiri de neuitat...&lt;/strong&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/4920794080814582205-8821813441628446421?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/8821813441628446421/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=8821813441628446421' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/8821813441628446421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/8821813441628446421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/05/fost-frumos.html' title='...A fost frumos'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCqkkP-qhPI/AAAAAAAAABM/vhhPIpk4hZg/s72-c/2008_05110117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-958691468571944423</id><published>2008-05-06T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:59:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am fost uimita..la modul cel mai placut posibil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCBiwPm6i1I/AAAAAAAAABE/1fAg4KdLkcI/s1600-h/418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197262550948547410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCBiwPm6i1I/AAAAAAAAABE/1fAg4KdLkcI/s320/418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Duminca...am fost la Noisefun-primul festival hardcore...unde pot spune ca am realizat ca muzica buna nu a pierdut teren....atmosfera a fost formidabila....spiritul rock intr-adevar a fost prezent...si am fost surprinsa de calitatea muzicii facuta de trupele romanesti care din pacate nu sunt promovate aproape deloc...pacat ca in tara noastra sunt promovate non-valorile...muzica pentru clasele inferioare....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-958691468571944423?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/958691468571944423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=958691468571944423' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/958691468571944423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/958691468571944423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-fost-uimitala-modul-cel-mai-placut.html' title='Am fost uimita..la modul cel mai placut posibil'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SCBiwPm6i1I/AAAAAAAAABE/1fAg4KdLkcI/s72-c/418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-1560360173026455567</id><published>2008-04-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:02:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHU6B3zZNE8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHU6B3zZNE8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi-e frica de ceea ce se intampla cu mine....anul acesta de Paste...fata de ceilalti in care imi simteam sufletul plin de credinta..si eram patrunsa profund de sentimentul mistic...nu am putut sa-mi umplu inima de speranta...l-am simtit ca pe un eveniment ca oricare altul...vreau sa simt din nou prezenta lui Dumnezeu in viata mea...cred ca lumea plina de agitatie in care traiesc ma face sa "uit" de sacralitate si sa nu ma pot bucura din plin de lumina sufleteasca pe care fiecare om ar trebui sa o simta zilele astea....sper ca totul sa revina la normal si sa am parte de pace interioara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-1560360173026455567?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/1560360173026455567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=1560360173026455567' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/1560360173026455567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/1560360173026455567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/04/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-5064197504869855579</id><published>2008-04-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:53:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau altceva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...timpul trece uluitor de repede...zilele se scurg cu o rapiditate mortala aproape pentru mine...nu am timp sa realizez bine ceea ce se intampla ca evenimentul a si trecut....oare minutele s-au micsorat?..zilele?..orele?...parca iesi a fost Anul Nou...acum tocmai a trecut Pastele....huh...trebuie sa ma acomodez cu ritmul infernal...si sa invat sa ma bucur cu  cea mai mare viteza de clipele frumoase pe care le traiesc...de ce nu pot sa dilat clipele?!vreau ca opera lui Salvador Dali sa poata fi pusa in practica in momentul de fata....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-5064197504869855579?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/5064197504869855579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=5064197504869855579' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/5064197504869855579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/5064197504869855579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/04/vreau-altceva.html' title='Vreau altceva'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-1721595936721314828</id><published>2008-04-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:19:41.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi din viata unui emo-Tudor Mateescu....prea tare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citez:&lt;br /&gt;5:00- M-a trezit surioara mai mica, iarasi a venit beata. Stie doar sa bea si sa mearga la concerte, ea nu ma iubeste… Eu cand eram de varsta ei aveam colectie de timbre. Iarasi nu pot sa adorm, va trebui sa-mi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:00- Imi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00- Aproape ca m-a vazut maicamea ca imi rod lacul de pe unghii. Mi- a zis sa imi ridic din pat fundul de poponar necajit si sa ma duc la scoala. She makes me cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:05- Am inceput sa ma pregatesc de scoala, mi-am imbracat pantalonii, stramti. Mai multe insigne, mai multe, mai multe. Fuck! Mi-am pierdut o insigna! I hate this stupide world. Sa nu imi uit caciula si sa-mi fac ochii cat mai negri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:20- M-a vazut sormea. A inceput sa rada. Punkista dracului!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:21- Mi-a cazut o insigna. Am agatat-o la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:28- Mi-a cazut o insigna. Am agatat-o la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:35- Mi-am pus caciula in cap, ies din casa si observ ca imi lipseste o insigna. Am gasit-o,am agatat-o la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:50- Mi-am pus un ciorap pe cap, nu caciula(ma gandeam de ce ma strange atat de rau caciula asta).!@#$ happens. M-am intors acasa, mi-am luat caciula, m-am dus la scoala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:20- Am intarziat la ora, nu m-au lasat sa intru in clasa, stau pe hol. Plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:41- S-a terminat ora, am intrat in clasa, mi-am aruncat geanta, am iesit pe sala si stateam trist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:43- I hate my life. Stam cu emokids in cinci, plangem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00- Stau la ora si plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:10- M-au dat afara de la ora, stau pe sala, plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:15- M-am dus la baie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:17- Iesind de la baie mi-a cazut o insigna. In buda. L-am luat, l-am agatat la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:18- Ma uit in oglinda, sunt dragut. Ar trebui sa-mi fac o poza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:31- (pauza) Au venit emokids si au zis ca sunt tru. Trecea sormea pe langa mine si a inceput sa rada. I-am zis ca e rea. Ea mi-a dat un bocanc in fata. She makes me cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:35- Emokids i-au zis ca nu are dreptate. A inceput sa ii bata pe toti cu bocancii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:37- Am vrut sa fug, m-a batut din nou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:44- Stau la ora , ma dor venele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:10- Am scris scrisoarea de ramas bun pe banca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:12- M-a vazut profa, m-a dat afara de la ora. Stau si plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:21- Stau la cantina. Am inceput sa plang, am uitat sa mananc. A trecut sormea pe langa mine si mi-a dat un capac. Iesind de la cantina mi-a cazut o insigna in vasul cu resturi. L-am luat, l-am agatat la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:29- M-au vazut emokids si au zis ca sunt tru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.40- Stau la ora, imi scriu scrisoarea de ramas bun. Inca fara sange. Da-l in plm de sange, principal e sa fie cat mai trista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:50- Am terminat de scris, am incercat sa citesc si profa m-a dat afara. Iesind din clasa mi-a cazut o insigna, a cazut dupa calorifer, am ridicat-o si am agatat-o la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:11- (pauza) Emo kids au vazut insigna, au zis ca sunt tru. Le-am dat si lor sa citeasca scrisoarea. Au zis ca sunt si mai tru. Trece fratimiu, a citit si el scrisoarea si mi-a zis ca sunt un idiot, si ca ce fac nu e tru. Eu l-am intrebat ce e tru? El mi-a dat mp3-ul sa ascult la ore. Ramones si Sex Pistols.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:30- Ascultam muzica la ore si m-am speriat, am inceput sa plang! Am fugit din clasa. (eu stiam ca fratimiu asculta cacaturi, dar nu credeam ca atat de oribile). In timp ce fugeam mi-a cazut o insigna. Am ridicat-o, am pus-o la loc. M-a ajuns profu’ din urma, m-a luat de guler, m-a adus in clasa si mi-a spus ca sunt poponar. Dupa m-a dat afara din sala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:45- Stau si plang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:50- (pauza) le-am dat baietilor sa asculte si ei la mp3. Costica a lesinat, vasile a inceput sa planga, Vova ne-a marturisit ca a ramas fara oja roz, si a intrat intr-o depresie, Lionia in tipete a fugit, i-a cazut o insigna. Fratimiu a vazut aceasta scena, mi-a luat mp3-ul , mi-a spart fata si a zis ca suntem…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:00- Am inceput sa ma dau la Svetlana, mi-a zis ca sunt un poponar infect. Upi! Ma place! Stau si plang de bucurie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:20- M-a dat afara profu’ din clasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:40- S-au terminat orele. I-am asteptat pe emokids. Pe rand scapand insigne si ridicadu-le ne-am dus spre casa. Ne-am inteles sa ne intalnim pe la 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:00- Am ajuns acasa, nu era nimeni, asa ca am pus Tokio Hotel, stau, imi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:20- A venit sormea si mi-a oprit casetofonul, s-a culcat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:40- Am pornit casetofonul si am trezit-o pe sormea… Mi-a spart fata, am incercat sa ripostez…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:50- AAAA!!! She makes me cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:00- Stau legat de calorifer cu un ciorap in gura, cu castile in urechi. Canta ceva oribil! I want to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:10- Pe la sormea au trecut niste tovarasi, am pus gecile pe mine si am inceput sa ma bata cu piciorele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:20- A venit mama, a dat cu piciorul in gramada de haine si dupa gemetele scoase de mine si-a dat seama ca e cineva acolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:30- Mama m-a dezlegat si m-a trimis dupa paine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:00- Stau la alimentara la coada, langa mine stau niste baieti cheliosi si se uita ciudat la mine. (cred ca ma invidiaza ca am atatea insigne tari)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:10- M-au batut, mi-au luat banii, am incercat sa ma ridic , mi-a cazut o insigna, am agatat-o la loc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:20- Am ajuns acasa, mama m-a batut si s-a dus dupa paine. @!#$ happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:30- Am intarziat la intalnirea cu emokids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:35- Emokids au zis ca nu mai sunt tru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:37- Mi-a cazut o insigna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:40- Ne-am impacat cu emokids. Stam si plangem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:55- A trecut un punkist pe langa noi. I-am zis ca e un dobitoc. Si tot grupul nostrum (25 de personae) l-am batut! Ce adevarati suntem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:10- Au venit 10 punkisti si ne-au batut rau de tot. ce prosti, oricum noi suntem mai tru!!!17:30- Adunam marunt pentru bere. (upi! Ce tru suntem)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:32- Vanzatoarea nu vroia sa ne dea bere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:35- Am reusit sa o convingem pe vanzatoare sa ne dea bere, am luat 2 litri. (upi! Suntem mai tru de cat toti!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:50- Vroiam sa deschidem, a venit sora mea si inca 4 punkisti, ne-au luat berea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:00- Treceau trei tipe pe strada, am inceput sa ma dau la ele, au venit in spre mine si mi-au zis ca sunt un virgin neputincios , si sa le las in pace de poponar infect ce sunt… ce sexy sunt, ele sigur ma vor si ma invidiaza, pentru ca am machiajul mai tru!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:15- Vova ne-a zis ca e virgin si a intrat in depresie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:20- Am vazut o nunta, alexandru a zis ca mireasa e imbracata in alb pentru ca e… (am hotarat sa ne imbracam de maine numai in alb).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:30- Am ajuns acasa, am mancat, si m-am dus sa ma uit la desene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:00- S-au terminat desenele si m-am asezat sa imi scriu ultimul ravas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:20- Ascult tokio hotel, e o formatie emo…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19:00- A venit surioara mea mai mica, m-a batut si a plecat…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:00- Mama mi-a zis sa ma culc. “mama am deja 17 ani, pot sa ma rad pe picioare?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:05- M-a batut mama la fund. Stau in pat si incerc sa adorm. @!#$!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:10- Nu pot sa adorm, unde-mi sunt unghiile alea vopsite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:15- Mi-am ros lacul de pe unghii. Am adormit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-1721595936721314828?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/1721595936721314828/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=1721595936721314828' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/1721595936721314828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/1721595936721314828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-zi-din-viata-unui-emo-tudor.html' title='O zi din viata unui emo-Tudor Mateescu....prea tare'/><author><name>Galitralia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186526320125455427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/R-v5XTnacUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OUtObpLQtU/S220/Picture+033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920794080814582205.post-7472191745302833004</id><published>2008-04-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:06:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau sa fac ceva frumos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huuummmz....mi-e dor de mare...mi-e un dor cumplit de o noapte petrecuta pe plaja cu prietenii....si de un rasarit care sa ma prinda cu niste cearcane pana la barbie dar uluitor de fericita....vreau sa ies din cotidian...sa ma distrez...nu stiu..poate ca spiritul sarbatorilor m-a cuprins putin mai devreme decat trebuia insa...nu mai am chef de nimic...ma gandesc numai la vara...la plimbarile interminabile,la zilele in care apare de fiecare data o planificare de ultim moment...care se soldeaza cu o distractie pe cinste....abia astept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-7472191745302833004?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/7472191745302833004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=7472191745302833004' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SAcn9_6pE9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8KO9gsI6XHw/s1600-h/2008_04130055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EY8Ne7t5sBE/SAcn9_6pE9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8KO9gsI6XHw/s320/2008_04130055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190161041650684882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am realizat azi ca trebuie sa ma bucur de lucrurile marunte...sa nu-mi mai innegurez viata cu mizeriile care apar zilnic,inevitabil in viata tuturor...sa pretuiesc fiecare moment trait alaturi de cei dragi si sa profit de vremea frumoasa...nici nu-mi doresc mai mult...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-6921265910116608127?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6921265910116608127/comments/default' 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pana la coborare(20 de minute mai tarziu)...ma enerveaza cand sunt calcata pe picior voit cu cea mai mare ciuda si ura posibila de catre trecatori...ma enerveaza sa ascult in autobuz manelele pe care un tip "jmecher" le asculta la volum maxim ca sa atraga atentia asupra genului "rafinat" de muzica pe care-l asculta si a telefonului "bengos" pe care-l poseda..ma enerveaza faptul ca dupa 9 ore de oboseala....munca si agitatie..o doamna in varsta ma ridica de pe scaunul pe care tocmai m-am asezat reprosand-mi cu indignare ca tinerii trebuie sa stea in picioare...ca sunt prost crescuta ca nu i-am oferit locul din proprie initiativa..si ca isi doreste sa nu ma bucur sa ajung la varsta pe care ea o are...ma enerveaza cand unii spun sa fiu la fel ca ceilalti...sa ma conformez parerilor celorlalti doar pentru ca asa "da bine"...m-am saturat sa stau mereu in garda asteptand sa se intample mereu ceva rau indignant dezgustator..vreau sa ma bucur de ce imi confera fericire fara sa fiu judecata de ceilalti...si etichetata drept ciudata sau drept o persoana care vrea sa epateze...de ce nu putem sa ne traim fiecare viata fara sa fim trecuti prin prisma "judecatii aspre" a societatii in care traim?!..ufff&lt;/strong&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/4920794080814582205-6746384871901727029?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galitralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6746384871901727029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4920794080814582205&amp;postID=6746384871901727029' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4920794080814582205/posts/default/6746384871901727029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pare o gluma cand te infrunti cu mizeria cotidiana din capitala...cu noroiul interminabil care parca e pe zi ce trece din ce in ce mai mult....cu blocajele din intersectii care iti mananca nervii...chiar astazi am realizat ca rebuie sa fii un adevarat "luptator" ca sa poti supravietui aici...sa poti trece peste injuraturile soferilor...privirile pline de resentimene ale trecatorilor...mizerie...gunoaie...nu vreau sa fiu considarata o persoana blazata care vede doar partea neagra a lucrurilor...dar predomina uratul in acest oras...pacat...se pierd mult prea multe lucruri frumoase si valoroase in Bucuresti din cauza acestor deficiente...care parca au acaparat intreg spatiul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4920794080814582205-5206860419221163581?l=galitralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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cuminţi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Astăzi îmbătrânind ne e dor de părinţi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ce părinţi?Nişte oameni ce nu mai au loc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De atâţia copii şi de-atât nenoroc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nişte cruci, încă vii, respirând tot mai greu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunt părinţii aceştia ce oftează mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ce părinţi?Nişte oameni, acolo şi ei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Care ştiu dureros ce e suta de lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De sunt tineri sau nu, după actele lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu contează deloc, ei albiră de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Să le fie copilul c-o treaptă mai domn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Câtă muncă în plus, şi ce chin, cât nesomn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chiar acuma, când scriu, ca şi când aş urla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu îi ştiu şi îi simt, pătimind undeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ne-amintim, şi de ei, după lungi săptămâni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fii bătrâni ce suntem, cu părinţii bătrâni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dacă lemne şi-au luat, dacă oasele-i dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dacă nu au murit trişti în casele lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Între ei şi copii e-o prăsilă de câini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi e umbra de plumb a preazilnicei pâini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cine are părinţi, pe pământ nu în gând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai aude şi-n somn ochii lumii plângând.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Că din toate ce sunt, cel mai greu e să fii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu copil de părinţi, ci părinte de fii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ochii lumii plângând, lacrimi multe s-au plâns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Însă pentru potop, încă nu-i de ajuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai avem noi părinţi? Mai au dânşii copii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pe pământul de cruci, numai om să nu fii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Umiliţi de nevoi şi cu capul plecat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Într-un biet orăşel, într-o zare de sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai aşteaptă şi-acum, semne de la strămoşi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sau scrisori de la fii cum c-ar fi norocoşi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi ca nişte stafii, ies arare la porţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despre noi povestind, ca de moşii lor morţi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cine are părinţi, încă nu e pierdut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cine are părinţi are încă trecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ne-au făcut, ne-au crescut, ne-au adus până-aci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unde-avem şi noi însine ai noştri copii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enervanţi pot părea, când n-ai ce să-i mai rogi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi în genere sunt şi niţel pisălogi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ba nu văd, ba n-aud, ba fac paşii prea mici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ba-i nevoie prea mult să le spui şi explici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cocoşaţi, cocârjaţi, într-un ritm infernal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te întreabă de ştii pe vre-un şef de spital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu-i aşa că te-apucă o milă de tot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai cu seamă de faptul că ei nu mai pot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Că povară îi simţi şi ei ştiu că-i aşa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi se uită la tine ca şi când te-ar ruga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai avem, mai avem scurtă vreme de dus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pe conştiinţă povara acestui apus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi pe urmă vom fi foarte liberi sub cer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se vor împutina cei ce n-au şi ne cer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iar când vom începe şi noi a simţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Că povară suntem, pentru-ai noştri copii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi abia într-un trist şi departe târziu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Când vom şti disperaţi veşti, ce azi nu se ştiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vom pricepe de ce fiii uită curând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi nu văd nici un ochi de pe lume plângând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Şi de ce încă nu e potop pe cuprins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deşi plouă mereu, deşi pururi a nins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deşi lumea în care părinţi am ajuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De-o vecie-i mereu zguduită de plâns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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