<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 06:30:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Opinii</category><category>Politica</category><category>Povesti</category><category>SF</category><category>Filosofie</category><category>Funny stuff</category><category>Povesti video</category><category>IT/Internet</category><category>La gramada</category><category>Creaţie</category><category>Reclame</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Franta</category><category>Ghici cine e</category><category>Stiri</category><category>Carti de tramvai</category><category>Cele 4 suplicii ale vietii</category><category>Audiovizual</category><category>Povesti din viitor</category><category>Verde</category><category>Din mass media</category><category>Blogger Tips</category><category>English</category><category>Filme</category><category>Foto</category><category>Ganduri</category><category>Replici filme</category><title>Depozitul de povesti</title><description></description><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-5845760939642431040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2018 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-10-24T21:22:53.832+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title>Lessons from a dog</title><atom:summary type="text">- Son, look at this dog!

- What? Why?

- Analyse it!

- What? Why?

- Learn from him!

- What? Why?

- Happiness! Because he is the closest thing to pure happiness!

- What? Why?

- Time, my son! He doesn&#39;t perceive the passing of time, he just perceives the moment, the NOW, therefore he is blessed with the inability to project the past or the future!
</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2018/10/lessons-from-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-279974447135013318</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2016 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-10T01:47:09.812+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Nu am înțeles niciodată de ce ne măsurăm timpul în funcție de viteza de rotație a Pământului. Nu e ca și cum am deveni nemuritori dacă Pământul s-ar opri.</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2016/12/nu-am-inteles-niciodata-de-ce-ne.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-1703580301963025180</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2016 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-09T01:35:03.228+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">- Ce meserie ai, &amp;nbsp;întreabă el?
- Sunt bogată, răspunde ea.
- Grea meserie!
- Foarte grea! Mai ales că timpul meu costă foarte mulți bani.</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2016/12/ce-meserie-ai-el-sunt-bogata-raspunde-ea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-2890382501832191268</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2016 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-08T01:29:00.743+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Mă fascinează cei care reușesc să mediteze 10 - 15 minute pe zi. Eu ori meditez tot timpul ori nu pot să meditez deloc.</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2016/12/ma-fascineaza-cei-care-reusesc-sa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-4125166738973014780</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2016 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-07T07:00:03.794+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">M-am întrebat mereu de ce oamenii nu vor să moară. Ei nu sunt curioși?</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2016/12/m-am-intrebat-mereu-de-ce-oamenii-nu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-3901987138013959806</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-06T01:15:36.289+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Credeam că toți adulții înțelepți pe care îi cunosc sunt niște ratați care au renunțat la vise. M-am înșelat amarnic. Au renunțat de fapt la ego și au rămas doar cu visele de care se pot bucura ca niște simpli copii. Cât despre ceilalți... pur și simplu au uitat cum să se joace și au rămas doar niște adulți complicați.</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2016/12/credeam-ca-toti-adultii-intelepti-pe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-8560911764592818710</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2015 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:08.026+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Waiting for a kiss</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have to fight! I have to fight! I have to fight... for her! I do not know if she is the one, but I have to fight for every chance, for every glimpse... of love. I have to be, I have to be, I have to be... with her. I do not know if &quot;have&quot; is a must or just a need, but every single second without her, I feel less me.

Erick is walking through the park. He is alone, he is heading nowhere.

&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2015/06/waiting-for-kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieErwZdtFjvSZNmUPHL0nASH81fzPNjoFXSvjiWz4DzUqKWBjFag07ohCHI8irN19GsiEYmRImYTF4tkJljbqDJuxHBvhNQy4L-5PLKdmtiP6oHlE6dXHKvIImlFIFrOig3WwkEd04K7x8/s72-c/bench.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-5594901869347764332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2014 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-21T01:10:42.517+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Tango organico</title><atom:summary type="text">

Mansarda unei case din Bucuresti, o casa veche, o ruina a perioadei interbelice, o ruina ce inca straluceste insa, chiar si dupa mai bine de 400 de ani de cand a fost construita. Suntem in anul 2350, un an ce se apropie de final, dar acum este inceput de toamna.

Toamna este mult mai interesanta decat vara, este mult mai picturala, mult mai creativa, mult mai melodioasa. Muzica toamnei se aude </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/11/tango-organico.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJIUCMuro_bZbCGRzEQ0Gaz_1ATtQ92ztB-cwMcINyTAKnp_0TKTsYPz8xS0UGpS67ZnfjJTlxR74eAwJhy2rkYm5c1IdS4yvzF11cdVeeQDCAUZdtfqICITQuzcK78ndKtSjDPw_Gbg/s72-c/el+abrazo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-7598975335054419928</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2014 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:08.000+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Don Draper si atat</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/05/don-draper-si-atat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-851372838172424327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2014 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:08.019+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Replici filme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>What is happier than a three-legged dog?</title><atom:summary type="text">



</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/05/what-is-happier-than-three-legged-dog_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ijQI2AJvNjI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-1201592134709649626</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2014 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.844+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Femeile frumoase sunt gauri negre</title><atom:summary type="text">

Din nefericire pentru noi suntem programati genetic sa fim sclavii frumusetii, sa o urmarim, sa o dorim, sa devenim obsedati de ea. Motivul e simplu, frumusetea indica gene sanatoase, e practic o selectie naturala.

Suntem obsedati de frumusete, indiferent de sex, cultura sau educatie. Frumusetea o consumam, dar ne si consuma. Ne duce in culmea fericirii si uneori in putul adanc si negru al </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/05/femeile-frumoase-sunt-opace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lbTjTTt0FYIqcZndNk0NP-dhRbjV0nRqNjUWZcwjrloRN2SyuU1fxdcxvkvYnNQ_blMR9ggkd1s3NQ8gq3N3P4a2nwo_BFUgRRg0fBtVzVUeA56ihG_onWQikp3uTOJsyavfoWNDlMQF/s72-c/Picture-Of-Beauty7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-572723546940227132</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2014 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.967+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Gentle Man sau Gentleman?</title><atom:summary type="text">

De la putin prea mult vin. Da, asta e motivul pentru care scriu acest articol. Insa... in vino veritas, nu?

&quot;Gentle Man&quot; si &quot;Gentleman&quot; nu sunt totuna. In modestia care ma caracterizeaza, eu ma consider a fi un gentleman in proportie de 80%, dar imi dau seama ca nu prea e meritul meu, asa m-au modelat femeile care au trecut prin viata mea.

Bun... sa lasam laudele. Care ar fi fisa tehnica </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/04/gentle-man-sau-gentleman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-4169435530705169908</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2014 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-18T19:46:41.486+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Nemuritorul</title><atom:summary type="text">

Este primavara din nou. Si ploua din nou. Ploua de cateva zile incontinuu. E ciudat cum ploaia iti starneste reactii diferite, uneori melancolie, alteori romantism, alteori depresie, alteori reumatism. Aceste stari variate de o constanta umeda nu fac decat sa demonstreze ca de fapt... noi influentam ploaia si nu invers. Noi schimbam formula, noi schimbam chimia, desi ea ramane mereu la fel: H2O</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/04/nemuritorul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-8551411096527705987</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2014 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:08.023+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Despre moarte si alte nimicuri</title><atom:summary type="text">

Nu va speriati! Nu mi-a murit vreun caine. Nu de asta am pus poza aceasta. O sa aflati dupa cateva sute de caracatere de ce am pus-o.

Cei care ma cunosc mai bine (sunt putini) stiu ca sunt mai ciudat. Cred ca sunt ciudat si pentru cei care ma vad pentru prima data, dar ei nu cunosc motivul.

Ei bine... de ceva vreme incoace am o obsesie. Ma trezesc cu ea si ma culc cu ea in fiecare zi. Obsesia</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/04/despre-moarte-si-alte-nimicuri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-4571270060016713520</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2014 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-30T00:23:16.448+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Operatie muzicala pe creier</title><atom:summary type="text">

Scena era atat de luminoasa! Atat de multe viori, trompete si alte instrumente ce sclipeau si generau o reflexie orbitoare si obositoare. Muzica parca avea aceleasi ritmuri si era atat de anosta fara versuri. Scaunul era rece si incomfortabil, avea prea putina captuseala si aproape ca-i simteai scheletul metalic. Toate aceste lucruri treceau prin mintea lui Rajed, care era acum obligat sa </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/03/operatie-muzicala-pe-creier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycduKkOxi3NLsXWbrAA6lT_87LoCUgTw4gCWykUOZJ-XOOp1U7soG7FNOpPGL7aEf7PLA2pILXBHoIPZepib4s7F38jwl5NsTyr34iwqMbnVGIOGRnwUDXlLQZP9V1qgRYWdJZ0mw6GYz/s72-c/Rude_Synths_800x600_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-6082726372808704949</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2014 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-24T01:09:41.439+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Doua tatuaje care nu se pupa</title><atom:summary type="text">

Tatuajul ei parea diferit de restul. A.G isi focaliza privirea ca sa il analizeze mai in detaliu. Era ceva ce semana cu un diavol mic, cu un pui de diavol. Tatuajul era putin abstract si A.G nu putea sa il defineasca cu exactitate. In plus vederea lui nu era inca foarte clara, trecusera doar doua saptamani de cand isi facuse operatia de implantare a zoom-ului optic.&amp;nbsp;




Diavol mic sau </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/03/doua-tatuaje-care-nu-se-pupa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-4187302006767500743</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2014 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.938+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>3 linkuri spre 3 lucruri: Cat cantareste internetul? , Oamenii care iti bateau in geam la ora 5 si &quot;Learning to Play with a Lion&#39;s Testicles&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">3 linkuri spre 3 lucruri care au o singura legatura intre ele: sunt cool si nu stiam nimic despre ele pana azi.

1. Cat cantareste Internetul? Pai in jur de 50 de grame. Mai multe detalii in clipul de mai jos.




&amp;nbsp; 

2. Desteptatorii sau Human Alarm Clock. Inainte de aparitia ceasurilor exista o munca destul de ingrata, acela de desteptator, o persoana care trebuia sa trezeaca oamenii la </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/03/3-linkuri-spre-3-lucruri-cat-cantareste.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-3275540846188470592</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2014 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.900+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>25.567</title><atom:summary type="text">25.567 este numarul mediu de zile pe care un om si le petrece pe suprafata Terrei, sau daca intram si mai in detaliu, asta inseamna 613.608 ore.

Astazi, cand scriu acest articol, se implimensc fix 10.174 de zile de cand m-am nascut, adica 244.176 de ore.

Ce-mi veni sa dau aceste cifre? Cred ca raspunsul e destul de previzibil. Cea mai mare problema a omului este Timpul, dar viata unui om este </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2014/03/25567.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-3440902571516879258</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Nov 2013 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.913+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>The last time we kissed</title><atom:summary type="text">God was bored in the Heavens, so one day he created People, but he was still bored and then he created Love and he was never bored again.&amp;nbsp;After a while he felt pity for the people and he created Laughter so people can bear the love.




Chris Isaak - Life will go on

It was Summer, I was driving all day long and it was a long day. In the evening, I got home. I parked my car and I went up. I </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-last-time-we-kissed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezYFajElI1r2NU3ooWTRpwlX7YbrqR_UrNhNNgg6J7nHBDdWQ7DBnF-OnIcYDrCMjUwC-QRxda9LEbU3l9jhDeNTlOz6yJZ-9qKgp9Zq3uGt2WSofWwI4qpaJwuNyZKAPlKKf3xMnOCU4/s72-c/sensual.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-434626954166957412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Nov 2013 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.945+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Asa... despre viata</title><atom:summary type="text">
Am ajuns la o varsta la care rudele apropiate, adica mama si cele doua bunici incep sa faca presiuni asupra mea sa ma insor. Da stiu... probabil ca nu sunt singurul aflat in aceasta situatie.

Am avut recent o discutie cu bunica mea materna in care imi spunea, pe limba ei simpla, dar plina de intelesuri, ca ar cam trebui sa iau viata mea sentimentala mai in serios si sa imi caut o &quot;fatuca&quot; cu </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/11/asa-despre-viata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-6168684524756748457</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2013 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.977+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Povesti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Regrete fara vorbe</title><atom:summary type="text">

Regretele nu apar atunci cand ai incercat si nu ai reusit, acelea sunt frustrari. Regretul apare doar atunci cand simti ca nu ai profitat la maximum si tot ce iti ramane e doar minimum.



O seara de toamna, un Bucuresti aglomerat, claxoane, agitatie. Viata de noapte, cu volumul dat la maximum, dar cu profunzime minima.



George asteapta in masina si priveste traficul si agitatia de afara. La </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/11/regrete-fara-vorbe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEgz7fB7rcozBtubD8ZbrGmwioqmXZHfSVPUIAufpYZex7FnZgjh4rvyL4vhd6a73LA6RTIigEN6QGjOh3TtlamJ8HSOYDHOeOOt-c8AK55CJ9-oKYfNs0rMEvwdLKAAFQOYNx2Bjf3Dd/s72-c/2676601753_6ef021b51a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-2228988620460032241</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2013 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.863+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filosofie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Sensul vietii</title><atom:summary type="text">Ce titlu pompos! De fapt, ce titlu arogant! Cei care ma cunosc stiu ca sunt arogant si un pic narcisist, un pic mai mult narcisit. Dar uite ca acum, o sa afisez o urma de modestie si as vrea sa recititi titlul de mai sus in forma urmatoare: &quot;Sensul vietii mele&quot;, adica a vietii mele si nu a vietii tale sau a vietii voastre, pentru ca nu am cum sa il stiu.

Cred de fapt, ca sensul vietii nu tine de</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/10/sensul-vietii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-3435743200225762336</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2013 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.909+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creaţie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Poezie cu titlul amanat</title><atom:summary type="text">Te-am intalnit....
Te-am intalnit din intamplare.
Eram doar noi si nu aveam scapare
Si am crezut ca fara tine totul moare,
Dar tu si eu inca goneam prea tare.
Esti tanara, esti mult prea tanara... se pare.

Te-am regasit...
Te-am regasit mult mai tarziu.
Aveai parul negru si alergai zglobiu.
Am incercat sa te ajung, iesind din turma.
Erai insa departe si eu inca prea-n urma.

Te-am inselat...
</atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/10/poezie-cu-titlul-amanat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-4166775888778013154</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Sep 2013 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:07.931+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Atracție zgomotoasă</title><atom:summary type="text">


Hungry Ghosts

Cand zgomotul e prea mare, ajunge doar privirea, iar cand este liniste cuvintele devin zgomot.


Un pub/club din Bucuresti. Muzica, data la maximum, ca de obicei. Punctul forte al serii este formatia care va performa live.

Tudor isi cauta prietenii printre mesele inghesuite si printre fetele care danseaza singure printre mese. Nu-i ia mult sa-i gaseasca, inca e devreme si nu e </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/09/atractie-zgomotoasa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIMO2Y_GO6_ebQwaWAA-xlZDDGFAM2JZwTmF9FkfGYopi39jbobc3F_9yQthCDNSdw2wBUdM9SoC61LnBsXLScF74ST-e0idWtkH1xqdGfFh7tZ9OUNu49kr6Z2QaIGSIRzBQjT7mLzuA/s72-c/fire+fire+dancing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204094964602620647.post-8056048699084041964</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2013 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-03T18:05:08.008+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SF</category><title>Intalnire cu o pitzi... la librarie</title><atom:summary type="text">

Culorile sunt multe si &quot;multicolore&quot;, dar fara lumina totul e gri. Fara lumina, nu exista culoare. De aceea trebuie sa cauti lumina culorii si nu culoarea lipsita de lumina.

Un mall bucurestean. O librarie. O seara de august. Nu e o librarie obisnuita. Are ceva diferit. Cartile sunt asezate pe rafturi, precum parfumurile intr-o parfumerie scumpa. In fond, de ce nu? Fiecare carte are propria </atom:summary><link>http://florinciocotisan.blogspot.com/2013/09/intalnire-cu-o-ptizi-la-librarie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Florin Ciocotisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWXNmhTTzXMBOl7_8Rw5LYUV0uWADdS7M9Dumu4vsk5XLa9JSNhZO9WVroWNuc5YYAgZuVGvsnwNWUNn5aV2gQLUYwWnVT8FFKtOXOOQCI1rvQhaEhxc058QGPfD3zbsV3Pr5pO4bbyGQ/s72-c/Red-nails-book-hair.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>