<?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-4669016489806931482</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:48:27.416+02:00</updated><category term='deep touch'/><category term='love'/><category term='soul'/><title type='text'>Little Tender Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>tot ce poti simti in trei minute....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-453996745691238625</id><published>2010-02-27T02:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:08:34.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot noapte...</title><content type='html'>...dar dupa aproape un an jumate...tot tarziu, singura, doar eu  si  momentele mele. Alte vremuri, alte stari, unele bune, altele mai  putin bune...o  persoana putin schimbata sau complet diferita de cea pe care o  cunoasteam pe vremuri. Nu  mai  exista timp  pentru  mine, pentru ceea ce simt eu, sau  poate ca sentimentele te coplesesc intratat de mult incat nici nu   mai realizezi care este propria ta persoana.Fumez o  tigara si  imi  amintesc cum era pe vremea cand aveam timpul necesar sa iau  o  gura de aer si sa privesc cum imbobocesc florile...cand  ascultam vantul gonind spre nori, cum simteam mangaierea soarelui in obraji, cand auzeam sufletul prietenilor vibrand in urechi...parca toate acestea au  pierit undeva departe...&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata stau si  ma gandesc cat  de tare iti  poate distruge viata acest "online" blestemat?...Merita oare sa uiti  de necesitatile personale? Sa nu  mai  iesi  din casa cu  zilele sa inspiri fulgii  de zapada sau  lumina soarelui? Sa nu  stii ce este aceea imbratisarea calda si  sincera a copilului tau? Sau  vorba buna a unui prieten apropiat? Cred ca monitorul iti  innegreste sufletul si  iti  orbeste privirile intratat de mult incat practic uiti de tine si de cei  din jurul tau. E o  lume care te acapareaza atat de mult incat iti  dispare si  farama de sclipire din ochi sau  seninatatea din inima...Te consoleaza atat de mult un zambet sin cealalta casuta de skype sau  de messenger? De fapt la tine in fata monitorului esti  tot tu, singurel, doar  cu  gandurile tale, fara nici un plan pentru  ziua de maine si fara nici un scop  in viitor...&lt;br /&gt;Iti  dispare pana si  inspiratia de a pune pe o  coala de hartie fanteziile personale sau  gandurile ascunse care te bucura sau te intristeaza..mai  reactioneaza poate o  lacrima in coltul ochilor impaienjeniti  de atatea jocuri si  linkuri...&lt;br /&gt;Dezastru total...clipe pretioase pierdute on...somn pierdut cand poti  visa, cu  ochii inchisi, ca esti  o  farama de cer si  esti  scaldat de lumina lunii :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-453996745691238625?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/453996745691238625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=453996745691238625' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/453996745691238625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/453996745691238625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/tot-noapte.html' title='Tot noapte...'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-5659628870238850402</id><published>2008-12-02T02:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:18:25.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noapte...</title><content type='html'>E tarziu...noaptea este singura si apasatoare, linistea din jur nu te lasa sa dormi, sufletul nu te lasa sa traiesti, iar inima arde...arde cu foc prin tot trupul, pana la epuizare; lumanarea lumineaza intunericul fiintei, cald si patrunzator, te transpune intr-un tot fierbinte si totusi rece..trupul e fierbinte, in suflet este gheata, focul arde mocnit si nu poate iesi la suprafata, pentru ca luna este singura.............si nimeni nu iti poate da ceea ce iti doresti, nimeni nu poate stinge focul, nici macar apa....nici macar gheata nu se mai poate topi in jurul tau...esti ca un vulcan care nu mai poate da firii ceea ce are mai fierbinte, esti ca o mare inchisa intr-o cutie de argint, fara scapare, esti ca un cer cuprins de jur imprejur intr-o cununa de nori care strange azurul si nu ii mai da drumul...Arzi...si nu te ajuta nimeni sa stingi flacara...esti mistuit de flacara cu fiecare clipa care trece...Te topesti si aluneci in nefiinta, fara sa te stranga cineva intr-un ciob de vis...aluneci, si topesti totul in jur...&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea arde...si arde tot in jur...visul...ei bine, visul ramane...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-5659628870238850402?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5659628870238850402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=5659628870238850402' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5659628870238850402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5659628870238850402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/noapte.html' title='Noapte...'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-6112270749076491873</id><published>2008-11-22T00:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:57:31.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...TU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Am sa inchid ochii intr-o zi…si am sa te vad pe tine acolo..TU…esti acolo?..n-ai cum sa nu fi..te rog sa fi acolo, pentru ca daca nu ar fi asa, nu voi putea sa inchid ochii sa te vad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Daca nu ai fi TU acolo, eu n-as mai putea sa visez…n-as mai putea sa cant, n-as mai putea sa ma infrupt din frumosul acestei lumi…Daca tu nu ai fi, n-as mai vedea noaptea luna sus pe cer…ziua nu as mai putea sa ma incalzesc cu raza de soare, iar ploaia nu mi-ar mai uda parul…Daca tu nu ai fi acolo, eu nu as mai putea plange, iar lacrimile mele ar deveni uscate…nu as mai putea rade, zambetul meu ar disparea pentru totdeauna…Daca TU nu ai exista, zarile ar fi mai sarace in stele, marea ar avea talazurile pustiite..Daca TU nu ai fi, florile din gradina sufletului meu ar muri ofilite, pentru ca nu ar avea cine sa le ude cu bunatate si multa atentie…Poate ca si vantul s-ar opri in loc daca TU nu ai fi acolo…TU…miracolul meu, vreau sa inchid ochii intr-o zi si sa te vad acolo, sa ma astepti cu bratele deschise si sa imi dai din nou viata…Sa-mi mangai parul cu vant..sa ma tii de mana in apus si rasarit, sa-mi alinti talpile cu valuri inspumate, sa-mi canti si sa imi razi, sa-mi arunci praf de stele pe fruntea ingandurata…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;TU…doar TU, ma rog sa fi acolo, pentru ca vreau sa inchid ochii, sa te vad si sa uit de tot…Eu sa fiu TU si TU sa fi eu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Am sa inchid ochii intr-o zi…TU…sa ma astepti acolo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-6112270749076491873?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6112270749076491873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=6112270749076491873' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6112270749076491873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6112270749076491873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu.html' title='...TU....'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-6168288243891398525</id><published>2008-11-02T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:30:51.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a wish....</title><content type='html'>Nu-ti imaginezi ce mult mi-ai lipsit&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-ai cautat prin lume, sau nu m-ai gasit&lt;br /&gt;Imi doream sa te ating, alergam sa te prind ,&lt;br /&gt;De mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Daca timpul nu a trecut indeajuns de mult&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma iei in brate sa-mi spui ca nu te-am pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Si sa ne ascundem de ploi sa nu ne gaseasca iar goi&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ..... Cat as vrea sa ma iei de mana&lt;br /&gt;Cat as vrea sa fugim impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Sa zburam spre niciunde, departe de lume&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Strazile pe care tot merg, ma ascund sau ma pierd&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sunt la fel de pustii, atunci cand ma chemi&lt;br /&gt;De ma vei iubi pana-n zori, am sa-ti dau aripi sa zblori,&lt;br /&gt;Langa mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  .....Cat as vrea sa ma iei de mana,&lt;br /&gt;Cat as vrea sa fugim impreuna,&lt;br /&gt;Sa zburam spre niciunde, departe de lume,&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ......Cat as vrea sa ma iei de mana&lt;br /&gt;Cat as vrea sa fugim impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Sa zburam spre niciunde, departe de lume,&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Visele sa fie-n culori&lt;br /&gt;Soarele sa iasa din nori&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne-alinte-n zori&lt;br /&gt;Tu sa fii cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma trezesc langa tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ma privesc in ochii tai, si stiu tot ce simt&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ai nevoie te timp ca sa stii ca nu mint&lt;br /&gt;Am visat pentru noi, ca eram departe de ploi,&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ....Cat as vrea sa ma iei de mana&lt;br /&gt;Cat as vrea sa fugim impreuna,&lt;br /&gt;Sa zburam spre niciunde, departe de lume,&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ....Cat as vrea sa ma iei de mana&lt;br /&gt;Cat as vrea sa fugim impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Sa zburam spre niciunde, departe de lume&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi doï&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-6168288243891398525?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6168288243891398525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=6168288243891398525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6168288243891398525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6168288243891398525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-wish.html' title='Just a wish....'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-8371338507043434228</id><published>2008-11-01T22:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:42:50.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Monica Anghel - Tu esti iubitul asteptat in vis&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(66, 40, 23);"&gt; Eu, in taceri iti spuneam,&lt;br /&gt;Ce sentimente-ti purtam&lt;br /&gt;Tu, ca un cantec frumos imi pareai,&lt;br /&gt;Ce doar atat sa-l ascult iti doreai,&lt;br /&gt;Si, cand cu ochii tai tristi&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma destainui insisti&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-n suflet tainic simt si adun&lt;br /&gt;Ma indeamna sa cred si sa iti spun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, numai tu&lt;br /&gt;Din prima clipa&lt;br /&gt;M-ai atras si-mi placi&lt;br /&gt;Ca o adiere de zefir prin flori&lt;br /&gt;Cu certitudini, la indoieli  ma impaci&lt;br /&gt;Si cu tandrete ne-ncetat ma-nconjori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, numai tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti iubitul asteptat in vis&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma poate face de dor sa vibrez&lt;br /&gt;Trei ursitoare de mult mi te-au promis&lt;br /&gt;Azi esti aici si as vrea sa te pastrez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La intalnirea dintai,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai spus o vorba - ramai&lt;br /&gt;Dar, din pacate, eu am ezitat&lt;br /&gt;Ca pe-o faclie arzand te-am lasat&lt;br /&gt;Azi, cand mai bine pot stii&lt;br /&gt;Trenul tau drag de a fi&lt;br /&gt;Sa castig vreau, un timp risipit&lt;br /&gt;Timp de farmec si dor neimplinit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(66, 40, 23);"&gt;Tu, numai tu&lt;br /&gt;Din prima clipa&lt;br /&gt;M-ai atras si-mi placi&lt;br /&gt;Ca o adiere de zefir prin flori&lt;br /&gt;Cu certitudini, la indoieli  ma impaci&lt;br /&gt;Si cu tandrete ne-ncetat ma-nconjori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, numai tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti iubitul asteptat in vis&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma poate face de dor sa vibrez&lt;br /&gt;Trei ursitoare de mult mi te-au promis&lt;br /&gt;Azi esti aici si as vrea sa te pastrez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really made my day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-8371338507043434228?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8371338507043434228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=8371338507043434228' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/8371338507043434228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/8371338507043434228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-7751210237907855606</id><published>2008-10-24T00:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:10:57.032+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IF?</title><content type='html'>If you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;all the seas will get dry&lt;br /&gt;and I'll wait without you&lt;br /&gt;Walled in at the end of a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;my volition will get small...&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay here&lt;br /&gt;next to my dog, spying horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;Only deserts will remain&lt;br /&gt;and I'll listen just in case&lt;br /&gt;this earth has still some beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It [the earth] was so calm&lt;br /&gt;when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;there was a fresh perfume I inhaled&lt;br /&gt;It [the earth] was so beautiful, it was so big&lt;br /&gt;it had no end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night a star will come&lt;br /&gt;to make me company&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how I am&lt;br /&gt;so you'll know how things are going&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't come back, there will be no life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;there will be no hope, nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk without you&lt;br /&gt;with my sadness, drinking rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be always someone to take away your sadness...don't forget that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-7751210237907855606?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7751210237907855606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=7751210237907855606' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/7751210237907855606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/7751210237907855606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/if.html' title='IF?'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-6536087872634155427</id><published>2008-10-23T15:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:47:08.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember to live</title><content type='html'>Hmm, ieri dimineata, in drum spre servici, m-am asezat pret de cateva minute pe o banca din parc..In spatele meu susura apa unei fantani, in fata mea bobocii inghetati de frig se chinuiau sa atinga raza inca friguroasa a diminetii...&lt;br /&gt;Stand asa am inceput sa ma gandesc: oare de ce noi oamenii uitam mereu sa traim? Unde am lasat viata noastra si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca din cauza frigului de dimineata gandurile mele brusc mi-au inghetat, pentru ca dupa cateva clipe mi-am mutat atentia spre grijile cotidiene si am zburat spre servici...&lt;br /&gt;...La pranz, mult soare...&lt;br /&gt;Am luat-o  usor in directia "spre casa" si cum drumul meu traverseaza parcul, am hotarat sa nu ma abat de la traseu...Eram curioasa sa vad trandafirii de dimineata..&lt;br /&gt;Aveam castile pe urechi si in timp ce mergeam eu in pasi repezi spre parc, m-am trezit ca lumea se uita atent la mine, trecatorii intorceau capul...Dupa ceva vreme constat si eu cu surprindere ca inaintam prin multime cu voce tare..cantam!&lt;br /&gt;Am izbucnit in ras de una singura, cred ca altii ziceau ca oi fii nebuna, eu insa ma simteam bine..nu conta prea mult..&lt;br /&gt;Priveam in jur, ziua in amiaza mare altadata parcul plin, acum aproape gol. Am profitat de liniste si m-am cocotat pe o banca langa fantana din parc...&lt;br /&gt;Era asa de frumos..apa in spatele meu stralucea in bataia soarelui si susurul ei parca te indemna cu gandul la malul marii..&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am desfacut parul si am lasat vantul sa-mi ravaseasca buclele...&lt;br /&gt;Soarele imi batea in fata cu razele lui binefacatoare si parca imi incalzea sufletul, spulberand tot ce exista gand rau in interiorul lui...Adierea fina aducea miros de frunze, de toamna, de aramiu si galben....adiere de rugina si moarte si totusi adiere de viata intensa...&lt;br /&gt;In jurul meu pasarelele zburau de colo colo, culegand de pe jos tot ce era bun de ciugulit si strangeau tot, parca pregatite sa le strice masa vreun copilas pornit sa imprastie aripile lor spre inaltul cerului.&lt;br /&gt;Pui de oameni gangareau cativa metri mai incolo, mergand cu pasi de ratoi prin iarba aproape trecuta in nefiinta...&lt;br /&gt;Era aproape liniste...Daca inchideai ochii puteai sa auzi trandafirii care, dimineata amortiti, acum isi desfatau petalele in bataia razelor de soare...&lt;br /&gt;Puteai sa simti cum toata natura absoarbe cu ultimele puteri energia necesara pentru a rezista frigului ce va urma peste noapte, pentru a mai bucura cateva zile pe cei din jur cu minunile ei, inainte sa se astearna covorul alb al iernii...&lt;br /&gt;Ridic capul de pe genunchi..deschid ochii...in jur fosneau frunzele, zburau pasarelele, vantul suiera linistit prin parul meu, apa clipocea cristalin..totul traia si totusi..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...Si totusi, oare cum se poate ca viata pretioasa din jur sa fie totusi umbrita de un suflet? Oare moare aceasta cu fiecare clipa care trece? Oare mai putem simti ce e frumos in jurul nostru?&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce noi oamenii uitam sa traim? Unde am lasat viata noastra si pentru ce?..........&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un suflet in amurg de toamna?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-6536087872634155427?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6536087872634155427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=6536087872634155427' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6536087872634155427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/6536087872634155427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-to-live.html' title='Remember to live'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-8466254268028059085</id><published>2008-09-26T21:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:49:12.042+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS DON'T COME EASY</title><content type='html'>Cuvintele...care sunt mai usor de spus  sau de scris, care sunt mai greu de inteles sau de auzit?este atat de usor uneori sa spui ceva cuiva prin cuvinte..alteori acestea pur si simplu nu vor sa iasa, nici din suflet si nici de pe varfurile degetelor...&lt;br /&gt;Cand o persoana este langa tine zi de zi, cuvintele incep sa capete o semnificatie banala..cele precum "ce faci?"," mergem", "facem asta sau asta", "esti bine"....deja devin obisnuinta..pana si cuvintele magice:"te iubesc" suna altfel....mai rau este cand persoana aceea nu este langa tine..totul devine greu, cuvintele sunt multe, se aduna acolo undeva si asteapta sa fie expediate undeva..unde anume nimeni nu stie...undeva spre un suflet pereche care nu iti simte caldura de aproape, poate nu o simte deloc..desi acea caldura este vesnic acolo unde trebuie sa fie, in sufletul unic care compune perechea....&lt;br /&gt;Vorbele devin o povara atunci...e greu sa le spui pe toate, e greu sa mai rostesti ceva..e greu sa le asterni pe un  anume format..totul devine greu: greu se zis, greu de scris, greu de suportat!&lt;br /&gt;Auzi un "te iubesc" la celalalt capat al telefonului..parca suna ca dintr-o grota..cand cel ce o zice si cel ce o simte nu e langa tine sa ti-o spuna si sa te ia in brate:(....&lt;br /&gt;Mii de litere insirate pe un YM nu fac cat o vorba spusa de cineva drag care e langa tine si te tine in brate si iti surade sau iti zice ceva amuzant, chiar si numai sa se afle in treaba..small talk or smthng...nu zic ca nu ar avea importanta si cele scrise, insa nu au aceeasi semnificatie, parca nu au expresie deloc:|  sau nu stiu, poate ca devin eu absurda si nebuna, insa parca daca nu auzi nimic in jurul tau care sa te faca sa te simti bine, nimic nu mai are nici o importanta...&lt;br /&gt;...dar..in toate exista un "dar"..eu sunt norocoasa...macar la telefon, si tot aud vorbele de care am nevoie sa merg mai departe, vorbe de la persoanele dragi mie, vorbe pe care le ador, vorbe ce imi alina sufletul de multe ori singur...cuvinte scrise, cuvinte spuse, mai greu sau mai usor...&lt;br /&gt;CUVINTE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-8466254268028059085?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-6473525320022022261</id><published>2008-09-08T22:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:47:55.077+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru acela care mi-a dat 1000 de motive sa fiu fericita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu te cautam odata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Dar nu ma vedeai si ma intristai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Azi am incercat sa-ti spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Ca nu mai am cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sa merg pe-acel drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Si cantecul e ca sa nu ma uiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Nici cand o sa ai ani multi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Din 1000 de flori parfumate eu te-am cules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Din 1000 de masti colorate tu m-ai ales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Din 1000 de ganduri ce ma chinuie si nu ma lasa sa dorm uneori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Cel mai tare ma doare ca noi ne-am iubit doar de 1000 de ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vreau doar impacare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Cu dragostea care te distruge si-apoi a plecat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Si o ultima incercare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Mai merita oare sa iubesti cu adevarat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Si cantecul nu inseamna 'Pa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E un dar de ziua ta.&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/4669016489806931482-6473525320022022261?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6473525320022022261/comments/default' title='Postare 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-5849346525013437068</id><published>2008-09-08T19:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:13:48.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>how to keep a promise</title><content type='html'>Cel mai usor in viata este sa rostesti cuvinte..putin mai greu este sa le scrii, deoarece trebuie sa ai ceva scoala pentru asta, dar de zis poti zice multe oricui.&lt;br /&gt;La fel de usor este sa faci prietenii, bazate pe cuvinte...putin mai greu este sa le destrami, insa cel mai greu este sa le pastrezi.&lt;br /&gt;A pastra o prietenie nu inseamna numai cuvinte, zise, scrise, oricum ar fi, nu poate insemna simple gesturi, a pastra o prietenie inseamna mult mai mult...inseamna dedicatie reciproca, inseamna un suflet comun, suferinta comuna, un zambet impartit in doua, dar care totusi este unul singur, inseamna sa te predai cand celalalt te inconjoara, inseamna sa fii acolo cand celalalt vrea sa cedeze si sa il prinzi cand cade, inseamna sa il iei in brate cand sufera sau plange, sa ii oferi un zambet cand varsa o lacrima sau sa dai o lacrima pentru a-i vedea zambetul, a avea un prieten inseamna a stii cand sa ii oferi o mica raza de soare cand e la nevoie, sa ii dai un strop de ploaie cand sufletul i se usuca, sa ii continui ideea cand el ramane in pana..sa gandesti la fel, sa gandesti in contradictie cu el, sa te certi si apoi sa te bucuri de copilaria ce o faceti impreuna....nu mai stiu..to have a friend and to keep it it's a big deal....to have a friend means to make a promise and keep it...and if you do that, promis him/her that you will be a friend forever, that means to have a friend and to keep it...friendship means a promise that is made to keep it:)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-5849346525013437068?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5849346525013437068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=5849346525013437068' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5849346525013437068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5849346525013437068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-keep-promise.html' title='how to keep a promise'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-3556361986042467653</id><published>2008-09-08T18:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:55:20.468+03:00</updated><title type='text'>spending my time............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Seems its already morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I see the sky, its so beautiful and blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The TV's on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But the only thing showing is a picture of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, I get up and make myself some coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I try to read a bit but the story's too thin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Then I thank the Lord above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; That you're not there to see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; In this shape I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching the days go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feeling so small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I stare at the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hoping that you think of me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I try to call but I don't know what to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I leave a kiss on your answering machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, help me please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is there someone who can make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wake up from this dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching the days go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feeling so small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I stare at the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hoping that you are missing me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching the sun go down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I fall asleep to the sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of "tears of a clown" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A prayer gone blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; My friends keep telling me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hey, life will go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Time will make sure will get over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; This silly game of love you play you win only to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching the days go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feeling so small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I stare at the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hoping that you are missing me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm spending my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching the sun go down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I fall asleep to the sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of "tears of a clown" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A prayer gone blind&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/4669016489806931482-3556361986042467653?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3556361986042467653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=3556361986042467653' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3556361986042467653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3556361986042467653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/spending-my-time.html' title='spending my time............'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-5508966332175212781</id><published>2008-09-08T18:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:36:29.515+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRACY CHAPMAN-BABY CAN I HOLD YOU????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Is all that you can't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Years gone by and still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Words don't come easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Is all that you can't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Years gone by and still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Words don't come easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like forgive me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you can say baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby can I hold you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe if I'd told you the right words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; At the right time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'd be mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Is all that you can't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Years gone by and still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Words don't come easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you can say baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby can I hold you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe if I'd told you the right words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; At the right time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'd be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby can I hold you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe if I'd told you the right words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; At the right time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; You'd be mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sing365.com/images/phone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02?sid=SNGbott"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Complimentary "Baby Can I Hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-5508966332175212781?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-3943000907607838291</id><published>2008-09-03T11:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:16:29.391+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 minute bis</title><content type='html'>am si responsabil pentru starea mea, se numeste un bebe dulce rauuu de tot!!:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-3943000907607838291?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3943000907607838291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=3943000907607838291' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3943000907607838291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3943000907607838291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-minute-bis.html' title='3 minute bis'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-2793908075264424406</id><published>2008-09-03T11:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:13:33.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MINUTE</title><content type='html'>cica peste trei minute..am ajuns la cele trei minute de happiness, at last:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-2793908075264424406?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2793908075264424406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=2793908075264424406' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/2793908075264424406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/2793908075264424406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-minute.html' title='3 MINUTE'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-3218165038107397623</id><published>2008-08-26T01:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:13:21.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'>PENTRU TINE...CA ESTI MEREU ALATURI DE MINE</title><content type='html'>Te rog nu mai plange cred ca-mi ajunge&lt;br /&gt;Si simt cum durerea mea zboara spre nori&lt;br /&gt;Primesc de la tine doar lacrimi senine&lt;br /&gt;Le sterg cu aceeasi durere ce-o port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rog nu mai plange gandeste-te bine,&lt;br /&gt;In ceruri pe tine te voi astepta,&lt;br /&gt;Cu o floare albastra sa-tzi aminteasca&lt;br /&gt;De clipele-n care ne-am sarutat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand vei suferi cu tine voi fi&lt;br /&gt;Si lacrimi itzi voi trimite de Sus&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce am iubit si ce voi iubi&lt;br /&gt;Alaturi de ingeri de acum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nimic inafara de tine&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce in urma eu mai pot lasa&lt;br /&gt;Tu pe pamant esti ingerul meu&lt;br /&gt;De acum doar in ceruri mai poti fi a mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nimic inafara de tine&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce in urma eu mai pot lasa&lt;br /&gt;Tu pe pamant esti ingerul meu&lt;br /&gt;De acum doar in ceruri mai poti fi a mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rog sa zambesti si sa-tzi amintesti&lt;br /&gt;Ca fluturii traiesc doar o zi pe pamant&lt;br /&gt;Prea pururi iubita , mereu fericita&lt;br /&gt;De acum sa te vad dïn cer eu ash vrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rog sa zambesti cu mine in suflet&lt;br /&gt;Tristetea alung-o din inima ta&lt;br /&gt;Traim in iubire plecam in lumïna......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-3218165038107397623?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3218165038107397623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=3218165038107397623' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3218165038107397623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3218165038107397623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/pentru-tineca-esti-mereu-alaturi-de.html' title='PENTRU TINE...CA ESTI MEREU ALATURI DE MINE'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-7127782072841436667</id><published>2008-08-22T22:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:52:41.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO EASY TO DIE INSIDE...</title><content type='html'>Nu este deloc usor..sa revii in trei minute...nici in trei zile, chestia asta va dura mai mult decat o minune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-7127782072841436667?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-3574542452265215493</id><published>2008-08-22T21:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:05:57.237+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO EASY TO DIE INSIDE...</title><content type='html'>A fost odata ca niciodata..o mica scoica..statea pe malul unui infinit azur acvatic; statea in soare si sorbea cu nesat razele acestuia, umplandu-se de viata si sentiment..zile in sir, in apus si in rasarit, hranindu-se cu taina vietii, oferind taina sufletului din carapacea sa...&lt;br /&gt;    Pana cand intr-o zi a venit apa albastra si a inghitit-o..un val imens a purtat-o spre adancuri, in racoarea nebanuita a marii...Apele albastre au spalat sufletul scaldat atatea zile de soare, alinand arsita din mijlocul carapacei stravezii..&lt;br /&gt;    Liniste deplina pana in ziua cand un vant rauvoitor a iscat valurile...&lt;br /&gt;    Furia naturii linistite de atatea vreme a izbucnit din senin...&lt;br /&gt;    Valuri uriase s-au ridicat in inaltul albastrui, luand odata cu ele si mica carapace, iar in nici cateva secunde au izbit-o de malul urias, din piatra, al  apei...&lt;br /&gt;    M-am sfaramat; Cu un zgomot asurzitor valurile s-au spart deasupra mea si dintr-odata nu am mai simtit nimic.Sufletul meu s-a imprastiat pe niste pietre reci si ostile, apa l-a spalat indata si l-a cufundat in adancurile ei..s-a dus..definitiv..&lt;br /&gt;    Undeva, pe malul stingher, o carapace goala si sparta mai are putin glas sa ceara cuiva ajutor, sa ii inapoieze continutul pretios, insa malul e pustiu, doar vantul rece, apa ucigatoare si nori care te apasa greu...Strigatul ramane pe veci fara ecou...ecoul a disparut ingropat in malurile adanci;&lt;br /&gt;    Nu mai exist, nu voi mai renaste..sunt doar niste ultime cuvinte..am fost, nu voi mai fi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-3574542452265215493?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3574542452265215493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=3574542452265215493' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3574542452265215493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/3574542452265215493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-so-easy-to-die-inside.html' title='IT&apos;S SO EASY TO DIE INSIDE...'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-4065383375951005382</id><published>2008-08-22T02:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:15:32.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OARE???????????</title><content type='html'>Oare chiar peste tot unde pui suflet in viata trebuie sa fii calcat in picioare???Oare tot ce dai bun din tine devine presul de la usa..unde se aduna tot noroiul mizerabil de afara????&lt;br /&gt;Ultimele statistici asta demonstreaza. Una bucata viata si suflet pe care ti-l freaca toata lumea dupa bunul plac al inimii lor. Sunt tare suparata, neagra de suparare...am dat orice si oricat ca sa fiu neinsemnata pentru cineva?..Da pe bune daca meritam!!!!!!toate chestiile astea ma deprima rau, ma fac sa plang, sa ma inchid in mine si sa ma rup de tot...imi ingheata sufletul de tot:|..Uneori imi doresc sa nu fi existat pe acest taram al nefagaduintei:|mereu dezamagit, mereu neimplinit, calcat non stop in picioare..si ma mai intreb:..OARE?????...OARE DE CE????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-4065383375951005382?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4065383375951005382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=4065383375951005382' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/4065383375951005382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/4065383375951005382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/oare.html' title='OARE???????????'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-424357842860121521</id><published>2008-08-06T18:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:55:20.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES LIFE SUCKS</title><content type='html'>Te intrebi uneori..oare e bine sa iti mai faci cate un prieten, oare merita? Cine mai poate stii? Oare cum poate fi definit un prieten? Sa fie oare acel om care iti sta alaturi no matter what? Sau sa fie oare acea persoana care vine la tine pentru o vorba buna, un mic sau mare ajutor, apoi iti da cu flit? Hmmm...definitia prieteniei lasa de dorit aici.Eu una nu stiu ce sa mai cred...totul pare intors cu curu in sus these days.Eu am cunoscut ambele variante...sincer, prima este de preferat, atata timp cat esti capabil sa iti intorci sufletul catre acea persoana.Eye for an eye.Dar si a doua varianta este de preferat..insa numai daca esti genul de om sado-masochist si iti place sa te torturezi zilnic din cauza unori esecuri sentimentale..din cauza unor prieteni, sau mai bine spus, a unor "asa-zisi prieteni"..care vin sa te linga putin, le oferi ce ai mai bun, apoi iti iei un sut in cur.Si unul mare de ajungi direct unde ti-ai propus, pe fundul gropii cu lacrimi si tristete.&lt;br /&gt;Ma mai intreb acum: oare chiar merita sa ai prieteni?..nu mai bine stai singur in fata oglinzii si iti arunci un os cu ceva carnita pe el, sa fii multumit ca ti-a dat cineva ceva bun de papa?..Asa macar esti sigur ca nu te otraveste nimeni, ti-o faci cu manutza ta:)). Macar de e sa mori cu sufletul distrus, otravit de ganduri nerge si de sila, macar mori de gatul tau atarnat, si nu de al altuia...nimeni nu te vrea o povara, nici chiar cel mai bun prieten al tau.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca in conditiile de fata, nimeni nu te vrea, nici chiar propria persoana:))..so beat it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks...sometimes frienship too, sometimes you stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-424357842860121521?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/424357842860121521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=424357842860121521' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/424357842860121521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/424357842860121521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-life-sucks.html' title='SOMETIMES LIFE SUCKS'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669016489806931482.post-5523986271439136677</id><published>2008-08-04T22:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:36:36.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>feeling such weard, I don't know why, something is wrong with me..somebody or something gave me this feelin'....I feel sometimes like my soul is empty, some other times is full of passion, maybe too much passion...I'm crying a lot..after three minutes I'm laughing..I'm gone  drive crazy I guess. I goota get out of this, is not my favourite mood...it's making me nutts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the three minutes to pass by, maybe I'll feel better..so bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-5523986271439136677?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5523986271439136677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=5523986271439136677' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5523986271439136677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/5523986271439136677'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is takin over, gotta let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooh I need to feel the heart of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Need to reach the very deepest part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I touch you there, touch you deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I touch your heart, the way youre touchin mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I touch you there, touch you deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I touch you there, can I touch you...there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby tell me with your eyes, tell me every secret darlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every deep desire, till you and I are makin love completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Closer baby closer, cant be close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant help the way I hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I just hunger for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooh and I need to feel the heart of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Need to reach the very deepest part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I wanna do is touch ya baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Touch the very soul inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooh and I need to feel the heart of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Need to reach the very deepest part of 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And I will always care.&lt;br /&gt;Through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;For better for worse, I will love you&lt;br /&gt;With every beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment life has begun&lt;br /&gt;From this moment you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment I have been blessed&lt;br /&gt;I live only for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;And for your love I'd give my last breath&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my hand to you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start&lt;br /&gt;You and I will never be apart&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And you're the answer to my prayers from up above&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;I will love you, I promise you this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;I will love you as long as I live&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa sunt eu, cu feelingul meu cu tot...acu sunt happy, in 3 minute sunt sad..mereu sar dintr-una in alta..dar acum sunt happy!!!..promit ca nu voi reveni in trei minute:)))&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669016489806931482-1939953287978504897?l=littletenderheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1939953287978504897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669016489806931482&amp;postID=1939953287978504897' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/1939953287978504897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669016489806931482/posts/default/1939953287978504897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletenderheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/pentru-inceput.html' title='pentru inceput?'/><author><name>Tender Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089507666340659383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-nUGnnBAlQ/SJV_3hrQPlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H9Aki9bnu9Q/S220/P1030806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
