tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56355290442263168602024-02-21T04:58:51.215+02:00Blue AngelAlina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-62748884155135524022011-07-18T14:16:00.004+03:002011-07-18T15:35:14.575+03:00Criminalilor mei<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1Snvv0CPX4FZ5kOT-0rH0FW8n1lfa8LPMJN5oTn_ra-RQa_PGfdL2DfKVzoW9ZQmiKcROH6beimdKjzav1VUt9cltju5CTsIyn6PUJ4bMxF8RtSUcI3K9wpJOCQH938Vnq5jn-OG78_t/s1600/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1Snvv0CPX4FZ5kOT-0rH0FW8n1lfa8LPMJN5oTn_ra-RQa_PGfdL2DfKVzoW9ZQmiKcROH6beimdKjzav1VUt9cltju5CTsIyn6PUJ4bMxF8RtSUcI3K9wpJOCQH938Vnq5jn-OG78_t/s320/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630669559204807698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBQCdRVdaACynv1gcP14IW_dARO7qHNtdvQS44LbIjIikOQiBw_F6OGv6UR1Hu8gUOK2UV3asu65ofVBSu3O6jk1N8pxa0_XMcjbhmeV8Gj-RvhacVNnK6HIiZqs3hEKYNokz2HBmwu2n/s1600/diamonds_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBQCdRVdaACynv1gcP14IW_dARO7qHNtdvQS44LbIjIikOQiBw_F6OGv6UR1Hu8gUOK2UV3asu65ofVBSu3O6jk1N8pxa0_XMcjbhmeV8Gj-RvhacVNnK6HIiZqs3hEKYNokz2HBmwu2n/s320/diamonds_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630669854214493394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">M-am imbolnavit. Sufletul imi e otravit de rautatea celorlalti care pretind a-mi fi apropiati. Ironic, nu? Stiu ca nu e corect, dar mai stiu si ca nimic nu e corect pe lumea asta. Ma simt strivita de poverile pe care le port, de ura pe o iau pretutindeni cu mine. Port in suflet rani ce inca sangereaza, sunt rani ce pastreaza inca duritatea cutitului, sunt rani ce nu se vor vindeca niciodata si ma vor urmari pretutindeni.<br /><br />Stiu insa ca oricate rani mi-ati face, nu ma veti putea opri. Niciun obstacol nu e indeajuns de puternic incat sa ma intoarce din drum. Chiar daca voi, oameni cruzi si nemilosi, imi otraviti fara pic de remuscari inocenta, sa stiti ca nu ma veti impiedica sa imi ating visul: acela de a fi mare. Sa stiti ca ranile provocate de voi nu ma doboara ci ma inalta catre o lume mai buna, diferita de a voastra.<br /><br />Va intrebati ce ma face diferita de voi? E simplu. Doar un organ, pe care voi il folositi doar pentru a va asigura functiile vitale, insa eu imi impart imina cu voi criminali de suflete si cu ingerii de langa mine. Poate ca daca veti analiza indeaproape veti spune ca inima voastra e intreaga, perfecta pe cand a mea este incompleta si plina de rani. Ei bine, aflati ca eu sunt mult mai fericita si bogata decat voi chiar si asa, cu inima incompleta si sangerandasi asta deoarece fiecare parte care lipseste din inima mea a fost daruita unei persoane speciale, iar ranile... ele sunt facute de monstrii asemeni voua dar care nu au reusit sa ma doboare, sunt semne ale victoriei.<br /><br />Recit in gand incantatia ploii. Stropii care siruiesc pe trupul meu imi curata ura, dezamagirea si ma transforma din nou intr-un diamant stralucitor. Poate nu mai zambesc ca atunci dar nu uita, ucigasule, ca nici tu nu mai esti ca atunci. Nu ai reusit nici de data asta sa ma nimicesti. Ne vedem la urmatoarea confruntare care iti va rapi ultima farama de umanitate din tine. Ma intreb cum vei putea trai atunci?<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-72015078908106128902011-07-16T11:37:00.002+03:002011-07-16T11:39:48.663+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbFyyWIev_dOP1G9AUMHkazEFclt8bDHdm5F0MMDWTm7AJyY9LozLjLMvx8wxrZOkmqIA8E0JaYOR-A5Di5bAfjH9deWeBGq-4HQhUacQG3-dhidDds30K4dmdGUIjvZ_X1SUzrZR5l1P/s1600/memories-1-road-drive.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbFyyWIev_dOP1G9AUMHkazEFclt8bDHdm5F0MMDWTm7AJyY9LozLjLMvx8wxrZOkmqIA8E0JaYOR-A5Di5bAfjH9deWeBGq-4HQhUacQG3-dhidDds30K4dmdGUIjvZ_X1SUzrZR5l1P/s320/memories-1-road-drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629867103458545026" border="0" /></a><br />Salvarea unora este amintirea, nu uitarea.Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-90492350324377767422011-05-27T10:18:00.001+03:002011-05-27T10:21:48.990+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DDsGEchFIIQulvFMd1fTBn6XmmSWQviYZ8dOsbCC-8-qfuVRyIzxm0Z4X6lWwpOo4-jWYBDUQBk-2DcRFYkZe8QtW481tgQfV5HLLdZtpAEbLR2b8TojIQCIxJg8o2QDvB3-q9EDEkdz/s1600/DSC01802.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DDsGEchFIIQulvFMd1fTBn6XmmSWQviYZ8dOsbCC-8-qfuVRyIzxm0Z4X6lWwpOo4-jWYBDUQBk-2DcRFYkZe8QtW481tgQfV5HLLdZtpAEbLR2b8TojIQCIxJg8o2QDvB3-q9EDEkdz/s320/DSC01802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611292140544390594" border="0" /></a>Pentru cei mai frumosi ani,<br />Pentru zambete,<br />Pentru lacrimi,<br />Pentru fericire,<br />Pentru dimineti,<br />Pentru realizari,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pentru prieteni!</span></span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-11669941512367721732011-05-16T15:20:00.000+03:002011-05-17T11:39:33.625+03:00<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">un inger calator<br /></span></span></span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-46603103845940039282011-05-11T21:14:00.003+03:002011-05-11T21:22:37.033+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv6y4s1ymZa3WFOjG8RrPb35rSdk1Dmdc69LFEd5Jdg77jreURtyCTKJdweHmAm3Fa3vu2mTiOprpDO6eqGVzp4GEAKTcreFp_wjQoIFOGb_oQSMj14EGn54jyxO3BPBmsoKz9c4GVNfQ/s1600/Rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv6y4s1ymZa3WFOjG8RrPb35rSdk1Dmdc69LFEd5Jdg77jreURtyCTKJdweHmAm3Fa3vu2mTiOprpDO6eqGVzp4GEAKTcreFp_wjQoIFOGb_oQSMj14EGn54jyxO3BPBmsoKz9c4GVNfQ/s320/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605525587409168978" border="0" /></a><br />Ploua, ma purific. Lacrimile ce pica din cer si ma curata de pacate, de tot ceea ce e anost. Stralucesc din nou. Am fost din nou slefuita. Am o alta forma, o alta stralucire, un alt orizont.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">si totusi, te simt aproape!</span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-13186031028304491492011-05-06T16:00:00.000+03:002011-05-06T16:01:11.825+03:00Eu nu devin dependenta, niciodata. Eu devin imuna.Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-12908074400016996552011-05-05T01:10:00.001+03:002011-05-05T01:11:29.296+03:00If you can, help others; if you cannot do that, at least do not harm them.<br />Dalai LamaAlina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-5063663032895796622011-05-05T00:58:00.000+03:002011-05-05T01:02:29.718+03:00<span style="font-style:italic;">pastrez in mine o farama de atunci, in speranta ca va fi bine, candva...</span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-18911224598029493382011-05-01T23:21:00.001+03:002011-05-01T23:21:47.451+03:00Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.<br />Dalai LamaAlina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-59941614384581939472011-04-30T09:26:00.000+03:002011-04-30T09:30:23.089+03:00In loc sa privesti in spatele ochilor mei sa vezi ce ascund, nu mai bine ai privi in ei sa le aflii secretele? Acum ca stii adevarurile ce cale vei alege?Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-19056455504616879932011-04-29T23:41:00.000+03:002011-04-29T23:42:23.991+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8J9gR-iRsaf-vVDfqBY0nVbFD0N9V0-CJBCiQ4dS2olSIZwocTlvrI2Q2tv8l76bKbp_G16iQOc8rFOMmRt76iSSmBPp2A4r9Oh_LK_t4o9WzxV1Ep5QxiJqcl6YvUNb6c5M5btfrK7w/s1600/Smoke_by_PreciousGirl92.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8J9gR-iRsaf-vVDfqBY0nVbFD0N9V0-CJBCiQ4dS2olSIZwocTlvrI2Q2tv8l76bKbp_G16iQOc8rFOMmRt76iSSmBPp2A4r9Oh_LK_t4o9WzxV1Ep5QxiJqcl6YvUNb6c5M5btfrK7w/s320/Smoke_by_PreciousGirl92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601108666115746546" /></a><br />and now what?Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-4448548532875378402011-04-29T18:42:00.000+03:002011-04-29T19:02:52.888+03:00Nu te-ncrede!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBU2wJ4t_q1YtD-6mrsVSbmrpM0DsqR0FZR0jQpkLhdLXa1sSYNTe3Iadhn-SHoQLl9WqpNyc5vXx-NtYJb1eHKrqMxrF4438nUz8P9hWyh6_lqLMp2D-KSYKlSKEo1pqXVGwM6Uz5kPO/s1600/hug-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBU2wJ4t_q1YtD-6mrsVSbmrpM0DsqR0FZR0jQpkLhdLXa1sSYNTe3Iadhn-SHoQLl9WqpNyc5vXx-NtYJb1eHKrqMxrF4438nUz8P9hWyh6_lqLMp2D-KSYKlSKEo1pqXVGwM6Uz5kPO/s320/hug-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601036586314556594" /></a><br />Inca o dovada ca trebuie sa contezi doar tu, aici, in jocul asta efemer. Nimeni nu iti vrea binele, tu de ce ai vrea binele cuiva? Imi zambesti ironic in fata si imi spui ca m-am schimbat, ca nu mai sunt ca atunci. Oare de ce nu te gandesti de ce m-am schimbat? E greu sa gasesti raspunsul, nu-i asa? Si cand ma gandesc ca la un moment dat credeam ca am sa gasesc in tine linistea de care aveam atata nevoie uneori. Acum realizez ca e asa cum mi s-a spus: "pe nimeni nu intereseaza ceea ce simti tu, toti isi urmeaza interesele". E ciudat cum oamenii sfarsesc prin a se rani unii pe altii, poate fara intentie, dar rana ajunge langa celelalte care poate nu s-au inchis. Ce mai conteaza? Durerea se amplifica.<br />Si faci juraminte. Ca ai sa crezi in tine si nu in ceilalti, ca nu o sa mai lasi persoane nepotrivite in jurul tau, ca nu ai sa mai faci compromisuri, ca ai sa fii singura pe drumul tau, ca o sa contezi doar tu. Si totusi gresesti, din nou. Inconstient te ranesti singura, iar si iar. <br />Ai gasit raspunsul? Inca ma mai intrebi de ce m-am schimbat? Priveste-te in oglinda si vei afla!Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-46000500967648634822011-04-14T22:55:00.000+03:002011-04-14T22:58:09.130+03:00Cristina Spatar - A fost o dataTot ce-a fost a fost frumos<br />Stiu ca ai pe altcineva<br />Stiu ca numai are niciun rost<br />Stiu ca e mai bine asa<br />Imi pare rau pentru tot ce am facut<br />Plang si regret si acum ca te-am pierdut<br />Stii ca o sa te iubesc toata viata<br />Dar din pacate aceasta lume ne separa<br />Ma uit la pozele tale si lacrimile incep sa-mi curga iara<br />Numai vreau sa fiu pt tine o povara<br />Te las sa-ti asculti inima o spun cu voce`amara<br />Te las sa-ti urmezi povestea de amor<br />Cine ma mai intreaba de tine de acum<br />Am sa raspund...a fost odata...Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-69213811892258298812011-04-12T00:49:00.000+03:002011-04-12T00:50:52.116+03:00<span style="font-style:italic;">imi lipsesti.multttttttttt.imi e dor de tot.</span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-81362932175777838292011-04-07T21:04:00.000+03:002011-04-07T21:14:32.316+03:00Prin tine...Prin tine iubesc,<br />Prin tine zambesc,<br />Prin tine respir,<br />Prin tine visez,<br />Prin tine cresc,<br />Prin tine ma oglindesc,<br /><br /><br /><i>Doar pe tine te iubesc. Pentru tine traiesc!</i>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-92199766353305119482011-04-06T21:05:00.000+03:002011-04-06T23:15:28.778+03:00Un altfel de autoportretImi place atat de mult ceea ce fac, si ceea ce realizez cu fiecare pas. Progresez, si nu o sa ma opresc aici. Vreau sa cunosc cat mai multe lucruri, asta deoarece imi place. Sunt "exceptia de la regula" si asta ma face speciala, diferita. Ador sa las in urma mea, pasii mei, zambetul meu, si zbuciumul meu. Privesc in urma si ma cuprinde o satisfactie interioara. Realizez pe zi ce trece ca sunt o norocoasa, deoarece am in jurul meu persoane care ma iubesc. <br /><br />Am ales drumul pe care vreau sa merg. Nu e tocmai lipsit de obstacole, dar o sa stiu sa trec peste toate ca pana acum. Parcurg un drum anevoios, pot spune chiar noroios. Asta inseamna ca nu au trecut multe persoane pe aici. Urasc banalul, rutina. Vreau sa descopar ceva nou in fiecare zi, vreau ca fiecare zi din viata mea sa fie una speciala, diferite de celelalte. Sunt independenta si vreau sa razbat folosindu-mi propriile puteri. <br /><br />Inca ai senzatia ca ma cunosti? Ti-as sugera sa te mai gandesti. Pot fi rea daca asta meriti, pot fi copilaroasa pentru ca asa imi place, pot fi matura atunci cand vreau, si cu toate astea, bunul meu simt depinde de al tau. Deci?<br /><br />Am inteles ca trebuie sa tintesc spre luna, chiar daca nu voi ajunge pana acolo, macar voi fi printre stele!Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-22399084415334580252011-04-04T01:19:00.000+03:002011-04-04T01:22:08.340+03:00pentru o clipa mi-am pierdut entuziasmul.<br /><br />timpul e mult prea scurt. ma preseaza si nu pot face tot ceea ce imi place si ceea ce imi doresc!<br /><br />vreau inca un pic de timp, doar atat.Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-31446624794427766182011-03-31T22:16:00.000+03:002011-04-01T00:56:47.562+03:00Azi,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZUO_4MrlNSMAdwuMFjV6hphbbL-9xkFyhFqO8ziaQiPOCbVxM49vtCBnOGqs-Ew4ZgGGr_YoLwkghDUqtY3lXx7eQ7yS5X8Zo_aHYWea1MbBtDE8RCwCpVlvjbCiIu3ycOin3qkIRK_B/s1600/SunnyDay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZUO_4MrlNSMAdwuMFjV6hphbbL-9xkFyhFqO8ziaQiPOCbVxM49vtCBnOGqs-Ew4ZgGGr_YoLwkghDUqtY3lXx7eQ7yS5X8Zo_aHYWea1MbBtDE8RCwCpVlvjbCiIu3ycOin3qkIRK_B/s320/SunnyDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590365668963902274" /></a><br />Azi, am demonstrat mai mult sau mai putin ca pot sa imi ating scopurile daca vreau. Si am vrut!<br />Azi, am facut lucruri nebunesti.<br />Azi, am privit viteza si m-am incarcat cu adrenalina. Candva, o sa fac la fel.<br />Azi, cerul avea din nou culoarea aceea, care pe mine ma linisteste <span style="font-style:italic;">cea a ochilor tai</span>. Si m-am linistit.<br />Azi, ti-am simtit mai mult decat niciodata lipsa. Nu te-am putut suna ca sa impart realizarile cu tine, ca altadata.<br />Azi, soarele a stralucit, iar eu ti-am zambit. Ca inainte!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">De astazi, am un nou amic.</span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-31511579650289059672011-03-30T01:53:00.000+03:002011-03-30T01:54:50.590+03:00Nu stiu de unde am atat de multa energie, dar stiu ca e bine-venita.Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-10973277275937155902011-03-29T12:16:00.000+03:002011-03-29T12:37:57.745+03:00Asta's eu... asta e viata mea...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNnY8DiIriSaA0ypXchwr9bbhfXaEgWP1T92k_ndfCscVaWRE006OdF_jUFUvzZuRPL9cEoVYoPkmFq6gLdsg13O3JscbpAt1IjP4nhGZxnL6hE1H3haYcjPJmsVql7ECYOQEJsJnWgbE/s1600/favorite-mommy-moments-Bridgetz81.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNnY8DiIriSaA0ypXchwr9bbhfXaEgWP1T92k_ndfCscVaWRE006OdF_jUFUvzZuRPL9cEoVYoPkmFq6gLdsg13O3JscbpAt1IjP4nhGZxnL6hE1H3haYcjPJmsVql7ECYOQEJsJnWgbE/s320/favorite-mommy-moments-Bridgetz81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589433805680057842" /></a><br />Viata e o nebuloasa. Niciodata nu stii ce urmeaza sa traiesti, cand ai sa cazi si cand ai sa te ridici. Viata inseamna mister, iar eu ador misterul. <br /><br />Iubesc fiecare secunda pe care o traiesc, indiferent daca aduce cu sine trairi pozitive sau trairi negative. Stiu sa trec peste toate. Am trecut prin atatea furtuni, si chiar daca am cazut, m-am ridicat. Nu e o rusine sa cazi, mai rusinos este sa vrei sa ramai jos. Iubesc tot ce e al meu! <br />Iubesc ceea ce traiesc acum. Traiesc experiente complicate invaluite in simplitate, si in ciuda acestui fapt, gasesc puterea sa zambesc in fiecare zi. Nu intamplator traiesc toate acestea, stiu ca in final o sa inteleg scopul fiecarei lupte interioare si furtuni exterioare. In ciuda a tot ceea ce este complicat in viata mea, stiu sa ma bucur de viata. In fond, nimeni nu ma poate opri sa fac asta!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Stiu ca esti alaturi de mine, simt asta!</span>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-19773516041499292452011-03-24T23:18:00.001+02:002011-03-24T23:18:44.818+02:00Imi e dor. Inca un vis, te rog.Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-30319715774701732602011-03-24T22:40:00.000+02:002011-03-24T23:15:39.054+02:00Ploaia ce purifica...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMUW1YC_QwLbFkeJxRU8oK4GSPuH5EVZkPsjwUbPX90K7k1uSKsXTsPsCDb3b2k-T9dx9EJXwAYPSG17ObokNPXVSGIk4vjFyRYUjGNbFSBxH_lh1tvifvhTk-TvBpoZoV7g5X8IBSIg8/s1600/rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMUW1YC_QwLbFkeJxRU8oK4GSPuH5EVZkPsjwUbPX90K7k1uSKsXTsPsCDb3b2k-T9dx9EJXwAYPSG17ObokNPXVSGIk4vjFyRYUjGNbFSBxH_lh1tvifvhTk-TvBpoZoV7g5X8IBSIg8/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587758138064187106" /></a><br />Stii de ce imi este dor in acest moment? De zilele de vara ploioase. Am impresia ca o ploaie intr-o zi torida de vara aduce liniste, chiar daca tuna si fulgra. In final va fi liniste. <br /><br />Imi e dor sa stau, sa zambesc si sa dansez in ploaie. De fericire! Ploaia purifica. Vreau sa ma purific. Vreau o zi a mea in care sa uit. <br /><br />Imi e dor de plimbarile infinite din fiecare duminica.<br />Imi e dor sa fiu surprinsa.<br />Imi e dor sa fiu fericita.<br />Imi e dor sa vorbesc ca inainte, fara rezerve.<br />Imi e dor sa primesc un sfat, de la tine, sau poate de la <em>tine</em>?<br />Imi e dor...<br />Din nou...<br /><br />Nu imi doresc nimic altceva in acest moment decat liniste si fericire. Doar de asta am nevoie, in rest, totul pare a fi bine. <br /><br /><em>"Exista momente cand simt nevoia sa imi spun necazul cuiva, cand vreau sa impartasesc cu cineva un secret, sau bucuria unei realizari. Momente cand doar prietenului meu ii pot spune toate acestea." </em><strong>Momente precum acestea. Nu mai conteaza, o sa treaca, ca pana acum.</strong>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-14846794802981466582011-03-22T16:29:00.000+02:002011-03-22T17:20:41.658+02:00Iubeste-ma azi, iubeste-ma maine!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_V8tRzFJ_qA0Fc48uhaPy-gacTu-Lfbs7vob1riP7zzYdI68It7PMfFL7rSTWcJcGsmQQLrXa6eoq5SHOkMlqdWiX9ZrghJ-GrzTMhHkMSS0m_1YblEiwFscLcOFkPmZfXA3ArXR2PP7-/s1600/heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_V8tRzFJ_qA0Fc48uhaPy-gacTu-Lfbs7vob1riP7zzYdI68It7PMfFL7rSTWcJcGsmQQLrXa6eoq5SHOkMlqdWiX9ZrghJ-GrzTMhHkMSS0m_1YblEiwFscLcOFkPmZfXA3ArXR2PP7-/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586924350650278162" /></a><br />Vreau sa fiu speciala azi, pentru ca azi e o zi speciala. Azi vad si partea plina a paharului. <br /><br />E timpul sa zambesc privind in urma. Stiu ca am lasat niste amintiri frumoase intr-un colt de inima. Iubesc o inima frumoasa, care ma iubeste. A trecut atat de mult timp si totusi am ramas la fel: impreuna. Impreuna ne-am bucurat de fiecare secunda, de fiecare pas. Tot ce am trait si ce vom trai de acum inainte e special, e unic. Si asta datorita tie! Ai fost alaturi de mine la bine si la greu si asta a contat, mult. Poate nu a fost tot timpul totul roz, dar am facut in asa fel incat sa redevina totul roz. Suntem diferiti si acesta este secretul nostru!<br /><br />Nu vreau sa renunt. Si alaturi de tine nu sunt singura. Si, :x!<br /><strong>Doar iubeste-ma!</strong>Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-19703433019526406572011-03-22T15:51:00.000+02:002011-03-22T16:28:59.408+02:00Liber - keoSi vreau oricand sa ma simt<br />Liber sa zbor<br />Sa stiu c-am trait inainte sa mor<br />Prin lume sa trec un pic mai usorAlina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635529044226316860.post-54854386933647749462011-03-21T16:31:00.000+02:002011-03-21T16:34:48.241+02:00De ce trecutul se intoarce in prezent fara ca prezentul sa se poata intoarce in trecut?Alina Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13556912045810737209noreply@blogger.com0