tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55446343704837924562024-03-04T21:31:41.710-08:00Noi si Vechielectrocutare continuaAndreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-46345654773393702742011-02-21T09:03:00.000-08:002011-02-21T09:03:34.006-08:00Aici nu sta NIMENI.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i style="background-color: black;">I<span class="Apple-style-span">ngrozitor sentiment ii trezesti. O iriti cu incompetenta unui amant indeajuns de prost incat sa nu se ascunda atunci cand un sot indiferent vine acasa de la curve. Ii transformi fiecare dimineata intr-un calvar, pornind de la prima rasuflare constienta, pana la ultimul scaun al autobuzului infect si inghesuit cu care isi incepe drumul de toate zilele. De ce nu vrei sa vezi ca o tii degeaba langa tine? Cauti mereu motivul ala, rahatul ala de motiv care sa o tina la o distanta normala fata de tine, si totusi in raza ta vizuala, in asa fel incat sa nu poata sa se orienteze fara aprobarea ta! O distrugi cu fiecare cuvant tampit care, in loc sa-i completeze mintea, o frustreaza si nu ii arata nimic, dar nimic din ceea ce ar trebui. Esti un om fara suflet, care nu are competentele necesare de a face macar propria ta persoana sa se simta ca un OM.</span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i style="background-color: black;">De ce? De ce nu vrei sa vezi nimic din ceea ce se intampla in sufletul ei? Esti atat de cinic!</i></span></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-58873938591886189922010-11-22T08:29:00.001-08:002010-11-22T08:49:40.696-08:00Iubite,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Iarta-ma.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Iarta-ma ca vreau totul numai pentru mine, ca nu pot sa-mi controlez emotiile, ca visez mai mult decat am dreptul si ca te oblig sa-mi apari in fiecare calatorie dintr-un viitor imaginat.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Iarta-ma ca nu stiu cum sa te iubesc.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Dumnezeu mi-e martor ca fac si cred toate astea din teama de a te pierde. Pentru ca mi-ar fi greu sa-mi creez un nou inceput singura.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Iarta-ma ca-ti spun "te iubesc" si invata-ma tu cum sa pot sa stau departe de tine!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ai aceeasi varsta, aceleasi riduri si porti mereu acelasi costum.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mereu crezi ca poti stapani lumea si nu ai ezitat niciodata sa-mi amintesti asta. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ai cate un complot in minte in fiecare zi, dar esti mult prea comod pentru a porni vreunul dintre ele. Ai prea mult timp. Te gandesti ca, oricum va trece, tot se va sfarsi. Aici, scumpul meu clevetitor, ma tem ca trebuie sa-ti spun ca gresesti. Ar trebui sa-ti zic, sa te avertizez, dar stim amandoi ca n-o s-o fac niciodata. Ma duci prea usor de nas.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mi-am vandut sufletul deja.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eu sunt Tu.</span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-78022231738637231042010-10-22T09:17:00.000-07:002010-10-22T09:17:51.100-07:00Memento.<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Te-am vazut ultima data ieri (ce departe e ieri...). Purtam acelasi parfum ca odinioara, cand, ascunsa dupa o tigara de-a ta, incercam sa-mi potolesc avalansa de trairi sacaitoare. E ciudat cum reuseai sa-ti dai seama de aroma parfumului, despre care, spuneai tu, "devine mai intensa in spatele fumului".</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ieri eram toata incarcata de amintiri, pe piele, in suflet si in lacrimi. Ieri erai langa mine cand ma fastaceam si nu puteam lega o propozitie; erai acolo ca sa ma corectezi, sau sa-mi spui ca sunt prea egocentrica.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"O sa suferi", mi-ai zis intr-o dimineata cand ti-am spus de ce sunt ce sunt eu.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Poate ca asta ce simt eu acum e suferinta, desi cred ca e putin probabil, pentru ca am trecut prin mai rau atunci, in spatele fumului.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Prin urmare, nu sufar acum. Eram ranita cand ma corectai, cand ma invatai sa vorbesc, sa simt, sa sper. Azi ma simt mai bine decat ieri. Mai rece.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sunt un elev bun.</span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-15377091394418806072010-10-14T03:35:00.000-07:002010-10-14T03:35:38.606-07:00oricine poate scrie orice.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">in fiecare dimineata stau in fata casei</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">si contemplez asupra razelor de lumina.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">oare e normal? </span></span></span></span></span></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-66312847652891391692010-10-11T08:13:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:13:12.312-07:00revanche<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">as scrie un rand in care sa-ti spun ca te iubesc,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">dar imi inghit fiecare cuvant pe care-as vrea sa-l astern aici</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">pentru ca nu am mai mancat de cateva zile </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">si-mi e foame, al naibii de foame.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">va trebui sa ma intelegi.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">stii si tu cum e sa stai nemancat.</span></span></span><br />
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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9UZGuXMMnZqGQ2V2OTHVQh9BnHl4GoMYjeI8_ta5BqBDouXRN5A6CrKdrO9k7vHUsNU-lYE3p0D36fTlA3EDSF4EQZwj1sP7tN_CyBMvE0_cG6mc-ObErTxEwhEN2QMi6wGqk7oQ/s320/3977341618_0994aea846.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Pentru tine am sacrificat atata cerneala </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Si din mine izvoraste cuvantul care te face fericit.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Citeste-ma!...</span></span></span></div></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-5609792306584017292010-10-01T09:50:00.000-07:002010-10-01T09:50:12.456-07:00mic din mine.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">te rog, iarta-ma...</span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">promit ca n-am sa mai fiu atat de rea</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">si ca voi avea grija ca de-acum incolo sa nu mai uit de tine!</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">s-a intamplat atunci, demult, </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cand nu stiam ca nu sunt singura...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">...si m-am gandit ca nu patesc nimic...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">imi pare tare rau ca nu m-am ascultat! </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">acum ar fi fost alte cuvinte, </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">alte lipsuri </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">si alta credinta...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObeVG5r_j4XvKwH2WNFSMNQmr2vBGUVXIL0EgugE6c0cgSmiUvYvgs1NayrdRiK1LmIaFaD2IfDgTufq5TASge_ntqb-MdrH0UPo-h8Ucgx3WY1KZ8zLPC9syd9qs6oEW0nmApYva/s1600/bride.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObeVG5r_j4XvKwH2WNFSMNQmr2vBGUVXIL0EgugE6c0cgSmiUvYvgs1NayrdRiK1LmIaFaD2IfDgTufq5TASge_ntqb-MdrH0UPo-h8Ucgx3WY1KZ8zLPC9syd9qs6oEW0nmApYva/s1600/bride.JPG" /></a></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-80364830341317045872010-09-25T09:53:00.000-07:002010-09-25T09:53:22.105-07:00Draga,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ai ajuns sa ramai indiferent la micile mele trucuri magice...Poate ca asa trebuie sa se intample totul. Poate nu-ti mai folosesc la nimic. Era perfect cand nu stiam sa socotesc, pentru ca nu cunosteam masura, dar eram limitata. Acum...</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nu mai pot fi omul dinaintea ta. Nu mai vreau sa fiu Eu cea care sufera si plange scurt in fiecare seara sau dimineata.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Asta n-o sa mai fie. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Asa ca...te rog sa nu plangi, sa nu suferi, pentru ca nu are rost...oricum e degeaba. Esti supraincarcat de MINE. Si asta nu e bine deloc. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ai grija de pisica si nu ma uita niciodata! Nu ma uita, pentru ca dac-ai face asta, n-ai mai fi TU. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apune...Il faci sa apuna, desi stii ca noaptea e frig si eu nu voi fi acolo sa te incalzesc. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Iti trimit o vedere de acolo, sa vezi si tu unde ai fi putut sa mergi cu mine, daca ai fi vrut!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cu simpatie, </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S. vezi cu pisica aia! </span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-11014248146901068672010-09-21T10:29:00.000-07:002010-09-21T10:29:36.017-07:00inconstient<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">spune-mi cum m-ai sarutat ultima oara...</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">stinge odata becul ala si arata-mi</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cum te-ai apropiat de mine si cum m-ai omorat treptat</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">si cum mi-ai dezbracat constiinta...<br />
...si cum ai lasat-o apoi sa zaca intr-o delasare tipica!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">spune-mi cum! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cum te-a lasat inima sa ma omori</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">stiind ca tu mai ai atatea zile ?...</span></span></span></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-49009806250237471632010-09-16T05:06:00.000-07:002010-09-16T05:06:52.597-07:00nu stiu ce anume ar trebui sa vad. in tine.<div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nu toate pasarile se nasc cu aripi. </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nu toate sunt pasari.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Eu am avut candva o pereche de aripi frumoase, facute de mine cu grija, dar pe care mi le-ai rupt.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nu mai am acum nimic.</div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ce sunt eu? Ce sunt?</span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-65778256963894812762010-09-03T04:11:00.000-07:002010-09-03T04:11:17.770-07:00nervi<div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ca o proasta. singura si mizerabila ai ramas ca o proasta in frig, fara o haina care sa-ti acopere goliciunea.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ramai asa, pentru ca nu stii nimic.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">esti o proasta.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">tot tu esti.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">poate asa inveti sa nu-ti mai daruiesti hainele pana ramai goala. i-ai imbracat pe toti. de fiecare data. pe fiecare in parte. poate e un semn. poate ar trebui sa-ti deschizi un boutique. sa-ti vinzi hainele pentru putina tandrete. </div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ai face asta? proasto!</span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-64735496002426731832010-09-01T00:51:00.000-07:002010-09-01T00:51:46.331-07:00Scutura-te!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inchipuie-ti ca esti in locul tau preferat: intr-o biblioteca, sau in podul casei bunicii tale, sau toamna, pe-o banca in parc...Imagineaza-ti ca te afli intr-un loc sacru...pe drumul de pamant si praf pe care l-ai batut atata amar de vreme fara sa-ti dai seama cat de important e pentru mintea ta sa treci pe-acolo. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cat de mult timp a trecut...ieri eram inca pe drum. Eram pe drum si tu treceai pe-acolo mereu. Imi faceai cu mana de parca ar fi fost ultima data cand ne vedeam...si intr-o zi mi-ai spus: "nu mai are rost!" Si apoi ai plecat pe alt drum. Unul fara pamant si praf, pe care eu nu mergeam niciodata. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">S-a stricat si calea mea. Si m-am oprit. Si-am zis: gata! e prea mult praf pe drumul asta!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Si-am pus pe marginea lui o tablita pe care scrie si-acum: "LOC PROFAN"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pentru ca nu mai esti.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eu...eu am pornit in continuare prin praf.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Acum am hainele murdare.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Buna.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Buna! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Ma primesti?...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Vino! Te asteptam...</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Nu mai sunt...si tu tot nu vezi ca inca sunt! </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Ai facut deja alegerea si eu nu pot afecta cu nimic asta...doar daca m-as schimba eu...</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> NU.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">...mai mult decat pot spune...</span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-32580934083728485232010-08-25T12:04:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:04:59.198-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Vreau autonomie. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Mi-am imaginat cum ar fi sa fie macar o data cum vreau eu. Ar iesi ciudat...ar trebui sa moara oameni...s-ar naste altii...as iubi frigul si nu mi-ar mai fi frica de intuneric... Candva am sa plec. Intr-un loc stiut numai de mine, un loc pe care mi l-as aminti dintr-o viata trecuta. N-as lua cu mine decat ce-i al meu. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Te-as lua pe tine. Da, da, pe tine! Esti omul meu, persoana de care am nevoie ca sa nu simt doar toropeala focului. Esti exact ce-mi trebuie, chiar daca esti incarcat cu energie prosteasca, sau esti mult prea pasiv cand iti sunt prin preajma.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Voi pleca singura in locul meu, stiut numai de mine, trait de mine si creat de mine. Voi invata sa simt frigul pe pielea-mi arsa, chiar daca ma va durea.</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">...poate ne vedem acolo...</span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-34327855776332400532010-08-25T01:48:00.000-07:002010-08-25T01:48:48.967-07:00Awkward<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">E singura. Mereu a fost singura si in sinea ei a stiut asta, doar ca a ales sa se minta intreaga viata, pentru ca astfel ar fi parut normala. E nebuna de fapt. E nebuna in sensul ca nu vrea sa ramana asa, desi face toti pasii care o indreapta spre soarta asta. S-ar spune ca e vina ei. E vina ei. Da.</span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Una dintre marile ei probleme e ca o afecteaza tot ceea ce se intampla in jurul ei. Simte mult prea multe lucruri, o doare mai intens decat pe ceilalti, dar nu se bucura mai tare atunci cand se intampla sa gaseasca o oarecare intrare in normal. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Tie, negura a vietii, incarcata de zapada murdara, tie, care ai reusit sa imi racesti spiritul si gandirea pana ce au dat nastere focului, tie, lumina adanca...iti multumesc.</span></span></span></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-76524731988892430252010-08-24T05:14:00.000-07:002010-08-24T05:14:58.648-07:00Cugito. Ergo sum (cu pasi marunti catre scopul suprem)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYbw9nG0UgfIW1B9eOw2iAsTuSe1Iorg7ObzbsUDhXT0RpNwUJodBl3B_Q0DaRsQmjTkx_ZtIUcrDcdpLo9-L2PTho1o02Rn08fBDSpZWte6sFUjUj-iDiehbTVWoZO2iXt3Nv_PT/s1600/wisdom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYbw9nG0UgfIW1B9eOw2iAsTuSe1Iorg7ObzbsUDhXT0RpNwUJodBl3B_Q0DaRsQmjTkx_ZtIUcrDcdpLo9-L2PTho1o02Rn08fBDSpZWte6sFUjUj-iDiehbTVWoZO2iXt3Nv_PT/s400/wisdom.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...cu mila si cu groaza...</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Am crezut candva intr-o iubire absoluta, in cuprinderea infinitului si in simtirea cea din urma, cea mai intensa dintre trairi...eram mica. Nu cunosteam decat dragostea parintilor mei, manifestata ciudat si haotic. Nu ii judec, desi e greu sa nu atentionez anumite greseli atunci cand sunt comise in fata mea si ma afecteaza chiar "la radacini", greseli nesimtite si facute din indolenta. Nu ii judec. A trecut acum totul, nu ma mai doare nimic, nu mai simt asa cum obisnuiam inainte sa simt...</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...acum te am pe tine (te am pe tine?!?) . Acum sufar din cauza ta, sufar cumplit, ma arde iubirea in fiecare incheietura si nu ma pot misca, pentru ca tu ma tii strans in brate, ca sa nu fug...cand, de fapt...eu pot pleca acum. Pot sa-mi ridic privirea spre tine, sa misc un deget, sa plang, sa tip, sa fac orice gest, cat de mic!...si tu mi-ai da drumul atunci. Si n-as mai simti focul...mi-ar fi frig.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ar fi gheata si zapada multa si as aluneca si m-as lovi iar! Dar n-as mai plange. Mi-ar ingheta lacrimile pe fata, pentru ca n-ar mai fi nimeni langa mine ca sa mi le stearga cu un servet de hartie...noaptea...in hol...</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sunt om.</span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-82212249855936190912010-08-23T14:05:00.000-07:002010-08-24T01:47:24.906-07:00Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh !!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">E prea putin. Totul in jurul meu e in cantitati infime...prea putin respect, prea putina demnitate, apreciere pentru lucrurile pe care le fac, prietenie, orgasm, Timp, drama, legenda, prea putina pace, prea putina IUBIRE!!!!!</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Ma omoara atat de putina iubire.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Sunt a ta!</span></span></span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-41820502842404049172010-08-22T00:50:00.000-07:002010-08-24T01:48:06.341-07:00Ludic...<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Te gandesti cateodata ca e mai bine sa te abtii...asta se intampla insa imediat dupa ce faci sau spui vreo tampenie care iti poate cauza sfarsitul vietii tale de pana acum (cu el). Si apoi te mai gandesti putin si iti pui intrebarea : oare merita? Merita sa arunci la gunoi toate sacrificiile lui pentru tine? Merita sa te ineci cu otrava cand poti foarte bine sa o bei? </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Pentru Albert Einstein. 20 Februarie.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Si apoi nimic.</span></span></span>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544634370483792456.post-39135341814446120222010-08-12T00:10:00.000-07:002010-08-24T01:49:57.906-07:00Jurnal Intim<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">"Cand, peste multi ani, tineretea se va stinge lin, lin, vei veni aici si vei sfarsi tot ce vei mai avea viu, cald, tanar, de prisos, in suflet si in trup. Ingaduie acest sfat intr-un jurnal pe care, poate, nu-l vei citi niciodata."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Mircea Eliade.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2UUVimR72C6W-pTxvMFeicsCY7Aw1RobRz-VCJBr8cgpxdqrYCZ6cOETtgz2pBUPnkEpNQeRZfdaSfqgxIvoRJpv6ocrsvJC4U2mhI_8m8v8udenxnikrGdIiE_jA2OSNWMd44Vxg/s1600/4DD0F35C270531CDA33E78CC93E32554_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2UUVimR72C6W-pTxvMFeicsCY7Aw1RobRz-VCJBr8cgpxdqrYCZ6cOETtgz2pBUPnkEpNQeRZfdaSfqgxIvoRJpv6ocrsvJC4U2mhI_8m8v8udenxnikrGdIiE_jA2OSNWMd44Vxg/s320/4DD0F35C270531CDA33E78CC93E32554_500.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Trist si dureros se evapora fiecare lacrima varsata pentru el...trist si dureros ramane infipta cate o cicatrice mica, mica, in sufletul si-asa damnat, rupt, strain de trup, mizer si uitat departe, printre oameni de mult apusi. Si pentru ce? Pentru amintirile cu care se hraneste, infometata mereu de Timpul trecut, de suflete moarte, negre de soarta. Amintiri stupide, pline de cuvinte aruncate din plictis, menite sa alinte, sa indulceasca pana si cel mai amar trup, cand, de fapt, sunt cuvinte care ard, sfasie, chinuie, numai nu ucid... Timpul nu face decat sa adanceasca ranile, pentru ca "doza" atat de dorita de cuvinte nu mai ajunge unde trebuie... Intra in sevraj si singurul mod prin care mai poate simti aroma drogului ramane visul...dulce si chinuitoare iluzie a Timpului Sacru...</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">...si pentru ce?...</span></span></span></span></div>Andreea Mokkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466703801665414336noreply@blogger.com1