<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763988997600530585</id><updated>2024-08-31T10:06:14.420+03:00</updated><category term="Existentiale"/><category term="La drum"/><category term="Happiness"/><category term="Loisir"/><category term="Filme"/><category term="Prieteni"/><title type="text">loreleislivingroom</title><subtitle type="html">relax, take it easy...</subtitle><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Lorelei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590182670587013432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmRujSAqGTbOttYEe_62WxXJZctMnEa1ZUhdA-NGJFqzkI3hI5TUk1hY09pljAe32WwjwfII9EpMWBwiqxHSM8qvlqrgREBtdjnFXhOiIByLaY2iv9YDV-MXQkymWrbk/s220/follow-your-heart2.jpg" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763988997600530585.post-373277508161960212</id><published>2014-05-07T16:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2014-05-07T17:02:24.766+03:00</updated><title type="text">Wings For Life World Run - o experienta grozava</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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fi mai mandra de mine… Sunt atat de fericita incat imi vine sa sar si sa urlu
cat pot de tare: YES, I DID IT!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Am alergat
in “Cursa Ingerilor”, duminica, la Bucuresti –“Wings For Life World Run”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inca de dimineata aveam emotii pe care le
simteam in stomac, iar dupa micul dejun am simtit ca imi vine sa vars. Tot de
emotii. Si nu neaparat pentru ca aveam sa iau startul intr-o cursa unica la
nivel mondial, ci pentru ca urma sa ii cunosc personal pe oamenii cu care
socializez on-line de vreun an incoace. Unii sunt oameni simpli, ca mine si ca
tine, altii sunt oameni cunoscuti, dar la fel de simpli si frumosi ca mine si
ca tine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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extraordinar, in ciuda faptului ca n-am dormit mai mult de doua ora in noaptea
dinainte, si am reusit performanta personala de a alerga 10 km. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La anul o sa o fac din nou, iar ceea ce ma
motiveaza cel mai tare este sentimentul
ca intr-o buna zi cineva din lumea asta mare ar putea sa se ridice din scaunul
cu rotile si ar putea sa mearga. Iar eu voi fi contribuit putin de tot la asta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cuantificam diferit momentele de
fericire. Eu as descrie-o ca pe o stare intensa de bine generata de anumite
activitati, anumiti oameni, anumite momente, anumite peisaje, o stare care imi
pune zambetul pe fata pentru o perioada de timp. Nu umblu cu zambetul larg de
dimineata pana seara, dar daca mintea mea e setata pe starea de bine, reusesc
sa simt ca umblu pe nori o zi intreaga. Interesant e ca, in acelasi timp in
care am senzatia asta, capul meu e tot pe umeri, umerii tot pe trunchi,
trunchiul tot pe picoare, iar picioarele tot pe pamant. Delimitez in mod
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Sunt oameni la care reusesc sa ma
conectez imediat, printr-o privire, printr-o imbratisare sau prin cuvinte. Sunt
alti oameni la care ma conectez treptat, pe masura ce ne vorbim, ne descoperim,
ne simtim. Eu nu pot sa inteleg altfel lumea asta decat prin simturi. Si nu
prea imi vine sa cred ca poti experimenta fericirea, adica starea de bine
despre care vorbeam, fiind mereu ancorat la realitatea imediata, la lucrurile
practice pe care care le ai de facut zi de zi, la tintele materiale pe care le
atingi de-a lungul vietii (o casa, o masina, un copil, etc). In mod sigur, daca
functionezi asa, inseamna ca ti-ai setat inconstient mintea sa fii asa. Iar
pentru a te desprinde de starea asta, ar trebui sa descoperi ce iti face placere
sa faci singur sau cu cineva si sa te lasi dus de val luandu-ti picioarele la
plimbare, cartile sau volanul in mana, adidasii la alergat, parapanta la
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Eu ma simt cel mai bine in
natura, zburdalnicind ca un copil si stand desculta in iarba. In momentele alea
ma simt total deconectata de orice si de oricine si ma bucur de peisaj si de senzatia
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E usor sa fii fericit. Trebuie doar putin exercitiu. Dar din putinul efort al mintii, ies rezultate uimitoare.
Uneori e posibil sa nu sti cum sa incepi singur, asa ca n-ar fi o idee rea sa
te lasi ghidat de cineva cu mintea mai zburdalnica decat a ta, cu simturile mai
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Incearca. In mod sigur nu vei avea nimic de pierdut. :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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Pe 4 mai alerg in cursa WingsForLifeWorldRun&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in;"&gt;Si nu, nu sunt visez ca voi fi vreodata o ultra-maratonista si nici n-am
antrenamente intensive in portofoliu. Dar m-am mobilizat de curand si am
reinceput sa merg constant sa fac sport. Si nu numai pentru maratonul asta. Ci
pentru a avea energie pozitiva si o stare generala de bine. Mai asezonez cu
niste oameni faini cu care ma inconjor, cu reprize de ras din toata inima, cu
macare sanatoasa si muzica. Neaparat muzica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In dimineata asta Buzdugan a aruncat pe undele Zu minunea de
mai jos si ne-a indemnat, exact cu cuvintele astea, la inchis ochii si visat. Sa
dea naiba ca o melodie ca asta nu se asculta in drum spre serviciu, ci in drum
spre lumea larga sau, dimpotriva, incuiat undeva anume cu cine ti-e maxim de drag. Si
sa nu-i mai dai drumul, si &amp;nbsp;sa nu-ti mai
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pune mana si iubeste-ma. Studiaza-ma din cap pana-n
picioare, pipaie-ma, adulmeca-ma si apoi pune mana de ma iubeste.
Lustruieste-ma si fa-ma sa stralucesc pentru tine. Beibi, sunt un copil care
are nevoie de atentie. Pune-ma in centrul lumii tale si fa din mine zeita ta. Nu
te lasa pacalit, beibi. Priveste-ma direct in ochi. Iti spun ca acolo sunt
toate raspunsurile la intrebari pe care nu trebuie sa le mai pui. Beibi,
fixeaza-ma cu privirea si nu-mi da drumul sa ma imprastii in mii de farame. Ia-mi
inima si pune-o in jar sa facem impreuna foc. Dar, beibi, fii bland ca e fragila…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pentru ca azi e 14042014, pentru ca azi, eu egal 34, pentru ca e luni si lunea am vazut pentru prima oara lumea,&amp;nbsp;pentru ca dimineata am primit un gand bun care mi-a pus lacrimi in ochi si zambetul pe buze,&amp;nbsp;pentru ca... soare, pentru ca am adunat ganduri frumoase pe care le voi pastra sub perna sa imi parfumeze visele, pentru ca vad lumea in culori, pentru ca simt caldura din toate mesajele primite, pentru ca...voi, pentru ca...oameni speciali, ma inclin. Sa ne traim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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L-am intrebat pe unul dintre prietenii mei de ce nu mai scrie. A stat putin pe ganduri apoi mi-a raspuns scurt: "Pentru ca nu mai sunt povesti." Cum adica nu mai sunt povesti? Dar tu si gasca in ce fel de povesti traiti? Pai aia pe care o traiesc majoritatea oamenilor, penduland intre opt-zece-doispe ore la serviciu, casa, copii si o iesire cu prietenii, din cand in cand, la o aniversare sau un botez. Apoi, fiecare pleaca acasa si isi tese povestea lui.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fix scenariul asta ni-l imaginam cand eram mici si visam sa fim adulti. Visam ca o sa avem o viata plictisitoare, plina de datorii la banci si indatoriri casnice in care uitam sa mai fim NOI. Cand se intampla cate o sarbatorire intre prieteni, ne vedem scapati de acasa ca si cainele din cusca si incercam sa umplem o noapte cu tot ceea ce n-am facut tot anul. Scenariul asta este gresit, iar filmul ar trebui sa fie altul, cu un scenariu scris din suflet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Te invit sa reflectezi la urmatoarele lucruri: gandeste-te cum ti-e dor sa fii! Gandeste-te care au fost momentele cele mai frumoase din viata ta, in care te-ai simtit liber si fericit. Si cum poti sa ajungi din nou la ele? Ce trebuie sa schimbi in viata ta de acum pentru a te simti din nou liber si fericit?&lt;/div&gt;
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Din experienta proprie spun ca schimbarea vine dinauntru, dupa o discutie serioasa, ochi in ochi, a mea cu mine, in care recunosc, independent de sentimente de vina sau frustrare, ce anume as vrea sa fac si cu cine as vrea sa ma insotesc, sa-mi aduc aminte la cum visam ca o sa fiu cand voi fi mare. Ce imi doream cel mai mult sa fac si nu aveam puterea de decizie sau posibilitatea fizica de a face?&lt;/div&gt;
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De ce sa nu incepem chiar din secunda asta sa ne re-creem povestile? Sa le reluam de pe unde le-am lasat? Impacati cu noi insine si fara a ne stradui sa facem &lt;i&gt;ce trebuie, &lt;/i&gt;ci sa facem&lt;i&gt; ce simtim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu stiu cu certitudine ca mi-am luat povestea in maini si o modelez frumos dupa inima mea. Mai stiu ca sunt acolo personaje care nu isi gasesc locul in ea. Nu trag de ele si nu le judec. Imi acord ragaz sa reflectez si sa n-am regrete, apoi modelez mai departe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Povestea e in noi... trebuie doar sa ne dam jos mastile si sa (re)descoperim magia de a fi noi insine...&lt;/div&gt;
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S-a mai dus un om drag mie, profesorul meu de suflet, omul care s-a oprit candva pentru cateva momente sa ma intrebe de ce plang pe coridorul facultatii la ora sapte dimineata. Am ramas socata si nu stiu de ce m-am intrebat prosteste daca nu cumva e o gluma ce aud. Dar cui i-ar arde de glume macabre? La aproape 49 de ani, Andrei Bodiu s-a dus. Pasiunea pentru munca l-a facut sa cedeze pe 3 aprilie la ora 23.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am rememorat rapid ziua de 3. Si seara de 3. Si stiu exact cum am stat in fata laptopului de la noua seara pana la doispe scriind o scrisoare catre o fosta prietena. Nu eram bine pe 3 seara. Eram plansa si furioasa si ma intrebam cum se poate ca dupa sapte ani de relatie sa nu cunosti o persoana mai deloc. Cu toate ca te-ai straduit sa o cunosti, i-ai aratat ca esti acolo pentru ea, no matter what... Am scris, am corectat, iar am scris, iar am corectat. Ma dureau ochii de somn si de oboseala pe la unspe jumate cand nu eram hotarata daca sa dau send sau nu la mail. Si i-am dat.&lt;/div&gt;
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A doua zi primesc pe sms mesajul... "Bodiu nu mai e cu noi". Si-am izbucnit intr-un plans in hohote gandindu-ma ca ne chinuim in zadar sa parem perfecti, sa facem lucrurile corect si bine, sa ii multumim pe cei din jur ... ca sa ce? Sa iesim din casa intr-o zi ca oricare alta si sa ne loveasca moartea din spate. Uite asa! Pac, tac!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Si am rememorat ziua dinainte...ziua in care fosta mea prietena mi-a scris un mail dupa jumatate de an in care n-am mai comunicat in niciun fel. Apoi eu i-am raspuns straduindu-ma sa ma fac inteleasa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca ar fi sa mor acum? Uite asa, ca Bodiu, cum ar trebui sa vad eu treaba asta, post mortem? M-am gandit... as vrea sa fiu impacata cu alegerile pe care le-am facut, impacata cu cine sunt. Si? Sunt? Am raspuns cu voce tare ca nu regret nimic din viata mea. Ca mereu m-am ghidat dupa ceea ce mi-a spus inima. Ca atunci cand am gresit, am coborat privirea si mi-am asumat eroarea, mi-am asumat gesturile sau cuvintele nepotrivite, m-am certat si m-am impacat cu oameni, am iubit... Dar nu destul. Nu stiu daca o viata e suficienta pentru asta. Mai am loc...vreau sa cred ca mai am loc...timp...&lt;/div&gt;
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Bodiu a luat o "Pauza de respiratie". Drag mi-a fost de el. Drag mi-a fost sa-l revad, in noiembrie trecut, la "Maratonul de poezie". Mi-am imaginat mereu cum o sa-mi citeasca el cartea aia de maxim douasutecincizeci de pagini inainte sa o dau la tipar. Se pare ca n-a fost sa fie...&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/feeds/9173216987317209382/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/2014/04/je-ne-regrette-rien.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default/9173216987317209382" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default/9173216987317209382" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/2014/04/je-ne-regrette-rien.html" rel="alternate" title="Je ne regrette rien..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Lorelei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590182670587013432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmRujSAqGTbOttYEe_62WxXJZctMnEa1ZUhdA-NGJFqzkI3hI5TUk1hY09pljAe32WwjwfII9EpMWBwiqxHSM8qvlqrgREBtdjnFXhOiIByLaY2iv9YDV-MXQkymWrbk/s220/follow-your-heart2.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhrq0aKRYfb1gBWX9c_l6V3vnhwMpWyRiX-stXroRWbXkNVjQiMbMYeMkrFTRgUVIbPqLiS0QVKUcRYxf17Oy7UGiEOX35yRSv6Ocalfp9NXpb1NMhQ-seW52M-eSKN8WsyFxMFuNEIv7/s72-c/004.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763988997600530585.post-9210828285083977187</id><published>2014-03-31T17:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2014-04-26T13:48:49.967+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><title type="text">Gargauni de primavara</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nu
pot nicicum sa-mi sterg zambetul de pe fata. Si nici nu vreau. O fi ceva in aer
zilele astea, sau poate ca primavara e de vina…sau poate e ceva legat de cartea
lui Telespan (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;"&gt;“Cimitirul”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;)… sau or fi toate la un loc, habar n-am, dar bine-mi
e si nu-mi doresc sa fiu altfel. E drept ca visez mai mult decat e cazul in
momentele zilei in care se presupune ca ar trebui sa lucrez. Si am o stare asa
de ameteala pe care o compar cu ameteala care ma ia cand intru intr-o incapere
in care miroase puternic a flori. Hormonii zburda in voie, parca ma
electrocuteaza pe ici, pe colo, in partile esentiale si, sa dea naiba, ca nu-mi
displace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Asa mai zic si eu sa traiesti!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cartea lui Telespan e savuroasa rau. Dar &amp;nbsp;trebuie sa te tina inima cand te-apuci de ea ca nu e pentru pudici si nici pentru homofobi. Deci, daca nu esti pregatit pentru scene explicite de gay sex, morti, popi, organe genitale si iar sex, toate la un loc, una dupa alta, fara nici o retinere, nu te apuca de ea. Vezi-ti de treburile casnice sau de orice altceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;N-as fi crezut ca povestile cu si despre homosexuali si cimitire ar putea fi atat de misto. Si ca o sa rad cu lacrimi citind vreo carte, dar uite ca se poate. Eu zic sa aruncati un ochi pe pagina editurii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libraria.hergbenet.ro/carti/cimitirul-telespan" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.libraria.hergbenet.ro/carti/cimitirul-telespan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;si sa rasfoiti putin. Daca e pe gustul vostru, dati-i inainte, cumparati si cititi. Cum spuneam la inceput, mie una mi-a schimbat "mood"-ul. In bine :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se spune ca ziua buna se cunoaste de
dimineata. A mea a inceput de cu noaptea, pe la 3, cand m-am trezit pur si
simplu si n-am mai putut adormi decat o ora mai tarziu. La 7 dimineata, tragea
fi-miu de mine si de ochii mei (la propriu), dupa care, vazand ca nu ma urneam
nicicum, s-a gandit ca ar fi de cuviinta sa-si scoata toba din cutie si sa imi
dea trezirea pe cadenta: 1-2-3-cha-cha, 1-2-3-cha-cha. (Stie ritmul de la gradinita
ca face ore de dans). M-am ridicat din pat pe jumatate adormita si m-am inchis
in baie sa ma trezesc in ritmul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cu toate astea, mi-am inceput ziua
cu soare in zambet si afara, desi la meteo se anunta ploi. Mi-am baut cafeaua
cu lapte de orez (o combinatie noua care nu prea mi-a placut, dar a trebuit sa
incerc) si am inceput sa alerg prin casa, pe jumatate dezbracata, sa ma
pregatesc sa plec la job. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In timpul asta, copilul ma intreba
daca are voie sa se uite la Chip si Dale, iar eu i-am zis ca “da” doar ca sa am
o dimineata linistita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Am plecat de-acasa tarziu. Dar nu
mai tarziu ca de obicei. Mi-am pus haine de primavara in culori albastre si
balerini. Pentru orice eventualitate, mi-am pus si ghetele in portbagaj.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E vineri. Nu se anunta o zi
aglomerata, asa ca deschid usa biroului si bag un zambet din tot sufletul: “Goooood
morniiing!” Cei doi colegi ai mei se uita nedumeriti la mine, iar unul dintre
ei, adica prietena mea, ma intreaba din priviri ce motiv am sa fiu asa de
luminoasa. “E soare afara! E suficient. O sa fie o zi frumoasa. Stiu eu.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ma banuieste nimeni ca n-as vorbi
serios. Pentru ca eu sunt foarte serioasa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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inceput ziua navigand pe internet in cautare de imagini care sa rezoneze cu
mine cea din dimineata asta. Si am gasit-o pe cea pe care o postez aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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regasesc in fetita care alearga desculta printr-un camp de maci, urmandu-si
inima. “Follow your heart” e motto-ul meu de azi si “See the life in colors”.
De fapt, asta e ocupatia mea de zi cu zi, fie ca sunt la birou, acasa, la joaca
cu copilul, ca navighez pe net, pe telefon sau citind o carte: sa vad viata in
culori si sa fac ce-mi spune inima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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de emotii, de ganduri primavaratice si planuri varatice. Amiaza mi-a adus
scantei in ochi purtate intr-o voce calda. Iar dupa-amiaza, o ploaie usoara
ca-n “luna lui Marte”. Am dat soarele la schimb cu o ploaie adusa din sud. O
primesc linistita si cu acelasi zambet luminos pe fata. Pentru ca ziua asta mi-e
frumoasa chiar si fara soare afara. Mi l-am prins in piept dis-de-dimineata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Se poate sa fie zi,&lt;br /&gt;
Se poate sa fie noapte,&lt;br /&gt;
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Nu stiu prin cate anotimpuri trec intr-o zi ca am incetat sa le mai numar, dar mi-e dor de soare, de ala din inima mea. Ala care sa ma arda pana fac insolatie si nici macar sa nu-mi pese de asta.&amp;nbsp;Pentru ca ar&amp;nbsp;fi pentru o cauza nobila.&lt;br /&gt;
Cred ca n-am auzit niciodata o&amp;nbsp;cantare&amp;nbsp;care sa ma atinga mai tare ca asta.&amp;nbsp;O fi&amp;nbsp;din cauza de zgomot de&amp;nbsp;tren accelerat care se aude sacadat, o fi din cauza&amp;nbsp;de versuri, de linie melodica, de cantaret, de&amp;nbsp;vara si nisip,&amp;nbsp;de vremuri demult uitate, de toate astea la un loc? Nu stiu.&amp;nbsp;Cert e ca&amp;nbsp;"Povestea merge mai departe/ Ca vantul din Vama Veche..." si ca vreau soare, soare&amp;nbsp;sa am&amp;nbsp;pana nu l-oi mai putea duce! Ceea ce va doresc si voua ca vorba ceea "Daca soare nu e, nimic nu am".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu nu sunt ca toate celelalte. Nu sunt ca nimeni. Sunt… ca
mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Iti dau trei zile ca sa te
indragostesti. Sau sa ma urasti. Plimba-ma pe pajisti&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;si-ai sa vezi ca o sa ma descalt. Ia-ma de mana
si-am sa te provoc sa tii pasul cu mine alergand. Opreste-te. Ma voi opri si eu
si-ti voi zambi. Apoi iti voi culege o frunza si ti-o voi darui. Plimba-ti mana
prin parul meu si ti-o voi saruta. Ia-ma de mijloc si imi voi odihni capul pe
umarul tau. Prinde-mi fata cu mainile si voi astepta sa ma saruti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nu sunt ca toate celelate. Sunt… ca mine. Nu trebuie sa ma
cauti mult, ci trebuie sa stii unde. Cand ma vei fi gasit, nu fugi. Ia-ma cu
tine in lumea ta s-o facem ‘lumea noastra’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E pentru prima data de cand ma stiu cand intampin un an fara dorinte, asteptari si sperante. Singura mea speranta e...speranta de viata, adica sa stau bine cu sanatatea, in rest...mi-e frica sa-mi mai doresc ceva. Sunt intr-o stare de sictir desi, surprinzator, sarbatorile le-am petrecut frumos, in familie&amp;nbsp;si&amp;nbsp;cu prieteni vechi pe care nu-I mai revazusem de mult.&lt;/div&gt;
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In sfarsit, Craciunul a trecut, 31 decembrie a trecut,&amp;nbsp;la fel si toata zarva aferenta. Astept cu mare nerabdare (o nerabdare pe care in alti ani n-am avut-o) sa desfac ornamentele din brad si sa dispara reclamele cu mosi craciuni ca sa facem loc soarelui si caldurii sa apara. &lt;/div&gt;
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ma gandesc cu frica la anul asta. mi-e frica sa-mi doresc lucruri si sa ma apuc de ele. mi-e frica de esecuri. mi-e frica de decizii&amp;nbsp; irevocabile. &lt;/div&gt;
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anul trecut pe vremea asta eram cu turatia&amp;nbsp;la maxim, ma simteam in stare de multe lucruri si acum, la ora bilantului nu vad sa se fi intamplat nimic spectaculos. Profesional, nasol. Personal, no comment. Prieteni? Am mai taiat de pe lista. Regrete? Bineinteles.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cautati-ma maine sau peste o saptamana. Poate voi fi mai pozitiva si mai vioaie. Poate voi fi gasit pana atunci&amp;nbsp;o pereche de coaie cu care sa ma simt mai "barbata" si gata sa iau lumea in piept.&lt;/div&gt;
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La multi ani! Cat despre "Happy New Year!" mai vedem...&lt;/div&gt;
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Am fost si eu insarcinata. Si am avut lunile mele de fericire suprema, de liniste, dar si, neliniste pentru ca ma tot intrebam daca micul bebelus va fi sanatos, daca voi sti ce sa fac cu el, daca ii voi face fata, daca si unde va fi locul tatalui copilului in inima mea. Pentru o perioada scurta de timp am tinut un mic jurnal unde imi notam ce mancam, ce simteam fizic si psihic, ce imi facea bine si ce nu. Au fost lunile in care am&amp;nbsp;experimentat un sentiment de fericire diferit de oricare de pana atunci. Lumea toata era a mea, umblam de dimineata pana pe inserat, socializam si ma simteam in stare de orice.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cand a venit bebe lucrurile s-au schimbat, dupa cum era de asteptat. Din high, am ajuns low, obosita, stresata, grasa, singura&amp;nbsp;si neputincioasa. Exact asa ma simteam, chiar daca tatal copilului era prezent, mai ales in toiul noptii, langa mine si cel mic. Dintr-un spirit liber, m-am simtit captiva langa micul omulet care depindea 100% de mine, de mama lui. Mereu cu ochii pe ceas, mereu cu urechile ciulite, tresarind la orice mic sunet care se auzea dinspre locul unde se afla micutul. &lt;/div&gt;
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Aveam, din fericire, un copil sanatos, nascut intr-o clinica privata putin peste termen, dar cu dimensiuni normale. Moral, insa, nu eram bine. Pe cat de exuberanta am fost in cele 9 luni de sarcina, pe atat de deprimata si urata m-am simtit in urmatorul an. Cand am pus punct alaptatului, lucrurile au inceput sa se aseze. M-am reapucat de sport si in scurt timp am reinceput sa ma simt bine din nou&amp;nbsp;in pielea mea. Copilul incepuse sa mearga, aveam semnele noastre prin care ne intelegeam, limbajul nostru "secret" :-).&lt;/div&gt;
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Nimic nu m-a pregatit sa fiu mama si chiar daca as fi citit sute de carti, n-as fi putut invata de acolo. Am invatat o data cu venirea lui, am experimentat stari de tot felul: frici, furie, frustrare, stres, oboseala, impacare, liniste, iubire. Am invatat pe proprie piele ca un copil nu se creste numai 'din carti' si cu sfaturi de la cunostinte, ci se creste dupa cum simti. Are ritmul lui si tu, mama lui, trebuie sa-l simti si sa-l sustii. Copilul se dezvolta si invata inca din prima ora de viata. Trebuie sa-i vorbesti, sa-i canti, sa-i zambesti. Cand creste si invata sa mearga,&amp;nbsp;lasa-l sa exploreze, apoi, cand incepe sa vorbeasca, invata-l sa spuna ce simte. Copilul meu imi spune "Te iubesc" "Mi-a fost dor de tine, mami!" "M-am suparat pentru ca ai tipat la mine" si altele si inca nu are 3 ani.&lt;/div&gt;
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Experimentez o stare de bine in preajma lui cu toate momentele cand imi pune rabdarea la incercare. E fiinta pe care o iubesc cel mai mult pe lumea asta. Nu-mi pot imagina iubirea impartita la doi (copii). Si, sincer vorbind, nu mi-e dor de primul an de neliniste, nesomn si intrebari.&lt;/div&gt;
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Inchei un an cu vesti bune despre oameni dragi mie care vor fi din nou, sau pentru prima oara, parinti, la anul. Le doresc iubire, le doresc rabdare, le doresc implinire. Daca le simti pe toate astea in doi, le vei simti si in trei. In patru, nu stiu, ca n-am de unde :-).&lt;/div&gt;
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Si pentru ca e Craciun si&amp;nbsp;ne place tuturor&amp;nbsp;sa primim si sa daruim,&amp;nbsp;va indemn&amp;nbsp;sa faceti o fapta buna donand pentru ca niste mici fiinte sa aiba sansa la viata:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.salvaticopiii.ro/bunvenitpelume/"&gt;http://www.salvaticopiii.ro/bunvenitpelume/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Zilele trecute o prietena trecea printr-o pasa proasta. Se
simtea ca un cersetor de dragoste pe un teren de lupta. Obosita de atata
defensiva, a inceput sa planga. I-am spus ca e in ordine si ca poate sa planga
cat vrea, dar ca si “luptele” astea au menirea lor: sa ne faca sa realizam ca
suntem oameni care uneori sufera, care alteori sunt fericiti, dar ca toti
suntem iubibili. Trebuie doar sa lasam iubirea sa vina la noi si sa n-o mai
cautam, sa nu tragem cu dintii de oameni si lucruri care nu ne merita zambetele
si inima calda. Cred ca rabdarea si perseverenta sunt calitati pe care trebuie
sa le cultivam cand avem zile proaste. Si sunt calitatile cele mai importante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;De multe ori
suntem tentati sa renuntam. La oameni, lucruri, teluri, sperante de care am
tras in fel si chip, doar-doar o iesi ceva bine. Sunt persoane pe care le-am
simtit aproape si cu care am incercat sa ramanem&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;conectati intr-un fel sau altul, insa la un
moment dat, cand ne-am dat seama ca vantul bate doar dintr-o singura directie
si am fost nesiguri in ceea ce priveste directia celuilalt, n-am mai luptat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sunt lucruri
pe care le caram dupa noi din copilarie sau de cand erau parintii nostri copii
si la care n-am putut renunta din nostalgie, din incapatanare sau , pur si
simplu, pentru ca nu ne-am luat timpul necesar sa punem ordine in ele si sa pastram,
strict ceea ce, cu adevarat, conteaza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sunt teluri
pe care ni le propunem, sperante pe care ni le construim incet-incet, cu pasi
timizi, iar apoi cu din ce in ce mai mult entuziasm, insa, daca drumul pare
mult prea anevoios si mult prea lung, suntem tentati sa gasim doar motivele
pentru care ar trebui sa abandonam cursa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Guess what?
We got to keep walking. Cu incredere. Cu speranta ca vom ajungem acolo unde
ne-am dorit. La cine ne-am dorit. Cu minea eliberata de idei preconcepute sau
de presiunea timpului. Cu rabdare si perseverenta. Iar daca va fi sa fie, va
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Zambesc. Pentru ca am in jurul meu oameni frumosi. Si le
zambesc lor. Iar ei ma rasplatesc la randul lor cu un zambet. Zilele mele incep
frumos dis-de-dimineata. Cu prietenele la micul dejun. Radem de situatii, radem
de noi. Nu suntem in fiecare zi numai lapte si miere si nici cu sclipirea-n
priviri. Dar e reconfortant sa-ti bei ceaiul sau sa-ti mananci iaurtul cu
cereale cu oameni care sunt pe aceeasi lungime de unda cu tine. De luni pana
vineri, scenariul e acelasi. Micul dejun se ia la serviciu. Intodeauna la
aceeasi ora si cu aceeasi oameni. Mi-s dragi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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fost, cine sunt si sa stiu exact pe cine si de ce aleg sa pastrez langa mine.
In fiecare zi, imi vine sa-I spun cuiva ca il iubesc. Si uneori o fac. Alteori,
ma abtin. Doar pentru a nu transforma “te iubesc”-ul in ceva banal. Asa ca mai
alternez cu “Imi esti drag/a”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love you when you cry, I love you when you’re angry but I
love you even more when you Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Semnat,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Your friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5770382819614310470/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/2013/10/esti-iubibila.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default/5770382819614310470" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763988997600530585/posts/default/5770382819614310470" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loreleislivingroom.blogspot.com/2013/10/esti-iubibila.html" rel="alternate" title="&quot;Esti iubibil(a)&quot;" type="text/html"/><author><name>Lorelei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590182670587013432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmRujSAqGTbOttYEe_62WxXJZctMnEa1ZUhdA-NGJFqzkI3hI5TUk1hY09pljAe32WwjwfII9EpMWBwiqxHSM8qvlqrgREBtdjnFXhOiIByLaY2iv9YDV-MXQkymWrbk/s220/follow-your-heart2.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763988997600530585.post-1854267946004667291</id><published>2013-10-14T22:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2013-10-30T21:29:57.240+02:00</updated><title type="text">Un zambet din gandurile mele</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nu cred ca trece o zi fara sa ma intreb ce inseamna fericirea.
Si cat de des o simt. Sau cat de des o disimulez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Stiu ca suna cam aiurea, dar viata ne-o construim pe iluzia
ca vom fi fericiti candva: cand vom fi mari si &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;vom intra la facultati, cand ne vom gasi un
job bine platit, cand ne vom casatori, cand vom face copii, cand vom avea
nepoti. Apoi mai avem iluzia ca altii sunt mai fericiti si mai impliniti decat
noi. Asta pentru ca afiseaza mereu buna dispozitie, vorbesc mereu despre cat de
bine le merge pe toate planurile, ca sotul e extraordinar, comunicarea e
perfecta, sexul e perfect, copiii sunt perfecti, masina si casa sunt perfecte,
toate alegerile lor par sa fie dintr-un tablou la care visam si noi zi de zi. Ne
ingropam pe zi ce trece in astfel de imagini si uitam sa ne intrebam: oare eu
ce imi doresc cu adevarat? Despre ce e viata? Despre masini, case si credite? Despre
cat de multe trebuie sa fac intr-o zi? Despre faptul ca job-ul imi ocupa 12 ore
din 24? Sau despre lucrurile care imi tihnesc, despre plimbari in natura,
despre mirosuri si gusturi care imi amintesc&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;de perioada in care eram inocenti si nu conta nimic altceva
decat &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;sa alergam de colo colo, despre a ne
juca si a invata despre lume, despre noi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;De cate ori revad marea, imi iau un timp singura sa privesc
spre larg, departe. Pare a fi singurul moment din an in care reusesc fara mare efort
sa-mi eliberez mintea de orice gand. Pare ca toate energiile negative mi se
scurg afara din corp si raman eu cu mine si cu marea cea infinit de mare… Dar
eu nu simt ca as fi mica, ba dimpotriva, simt ca as fi una cu marea, cu linia
orizontului, cu cerul, cu nisipul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Momentele acelea le-as pastra pentru eternitate pentru ca
doar atunci realizez cel mai bine ca n-as avea nevoie de nimic din toate cate
sunt la oras, ca ceea ce ma face fericita e sentimentul pe care il am cand sunt
acolo. Sunt eu. Sunt libera. Zambesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fericirea e un zambet din gandurile mele. E despre a fi, a
trai si a simti simplu. Despre lucrurile si oamenii care ne reamintesc sa ne
intoarcem catre noi, despre ceea ce ne face sa zambim cu sufletul, despre
soarele pe care ni-l punem in fiecare dimineata in inima si-n gand. Despre cum
sa ne facem ziua de astazi unica, usoara, frumoasa, linistita. Despre cum sa
fim liberi. Despre cum sa iubim. Despre cat iubim. Si pe cine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have high hopes&lt;br /&gt;
Never give up&lt;br /&gt;
I am a surprise&lt;br /&gt;
Even for myself&lt;br /&gt;
I have&lt;br /&gt;
Great expectations&lt;br /&gt;
I'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;
Always have a back-up plan&lt;br /&gt;
Always hope for love,&lt;br /&gt;
For the best&lt;br /&gt;
Always in love&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;simple things,&lt;br /&gt;
Always say simple words and always&lt;br /&gt;
Love truly,&lt;br /&gt;
Feel deeply and&lt;br /&gt;
Live strong!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet sunt aceia care
iti intind o mana fara sa le-o ceri, te imbratiseaza aparent fara nici un motiv
pentru ca simt ca ai nevoie de asta ca de aer, te iubesc si rezoneaza cu tine
indiferent de starile prin care treci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet stiu cum sa
iubeasca alti oameni&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;pentru ca au
invatat asta de la parintii lor, pentru ca au crescut iubind si au asta in
sange. N-ai sa auzi niciodata mizerii din gura lor, n-ai sa-i vezi ca intorc
spatele celui aflat in nevoie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet stiu sa spuna
“Multumesc” , “Te rog” si “Imi pare rau”. Stiu sa spuna “Te iubesc” si “Am
gresit”. Stiu sa asculte. Stiu sa ierte. Stiu sa consoleze fara sa judece. Fara
sa rada de necazul, neputinta sau nestiinta ta. Stiu cand si in ce fel sa te
ajute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet stiu sa planga.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Stiu sa citeasca pe buze si in
priviri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Stiu sa te dojeneasca cu blandete
cand gresesti. Si stiu sa-ti spuna exact ce ai nevoie sa auzi cand ai nevoie de
o confirmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet sunt aceia care
au mereu la indemana vorba buna , zambetul si privirea calde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet nu te critica pentru
alegerile pe care le faci, nu te ironizeaza si nici nu te umilesc. Sunt modesti
si respectuosi. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Au sufletul simplu si
inima deschisa. Te apreciaza pentru ceea ce esti, nu pentru ceea ce ai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenilor cu suflet le pasa de
tine, de tot ce e al tau, de parerea ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sunt aceia care te motiveaza si te insipra
prin ceea ce fac, spun sau simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet sunt putini.
Iti ia timp sa intelegi ca i-ai gasit. Ani intregi. Uneori ii lasi sa-ti scape printre
degete de frica gandului ca poate nu sunt exact asa cum ii crezi. Alteori
pariezi exact pe cei pe care intuitia ti-a dictat contrariul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oamenii cu suflet sunt aceia care
simt ca tine, iubesc ca tine, gandesc ca tine, vad ca tine, viseaza ca tine.
Mergeti in aceeasi directie, cu aceeasi cadenta. Cand ii gasesti, tine-I aproape.
Cand te dezamagesc, pleaca fara sa privesti inapoi. Te-ai inselat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="yiv9741025919MsoNormal" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2330" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
De undeva de departe, se aude o harpa… Imi pare ca stiu de undeva muzica pe care o aud… Sunt intr-un loc necunoscut, pe o campie, inconjurata de multi oameni care tac. Sunetul harpei se apropie si se apropie…&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="yiv9741025919MsoNormal" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2330" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2314"&gt;-&lt;span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2313" style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La naiba! Iar suna alarma de la telefon. Wake-up, girl! It’s all most 7 o’clock!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ma ridic buimaca din pat si ma indrept in slow-motion spre baie. Ma clatin &amp;nbsp;si ma sprijin de pereti pana acolo. Apas intrerupatorul, iar lumina puternica din baia mica mi se aprinde direct in ochi. O sting si ma spal pe ochi pe intuneric.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv9741025919MsoListParagraph" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2299" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2333"&gt;-&lt;span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2334" style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vreau cafea! strig uitandu-ma spre usa dormitorului.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nu se aude nimic. Deschid usa sa vad daca mai e cineva in casa si … surpriza, nu mai e nimeni.&lt;/div&gt;
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-&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hai, fetito, dezmeticeste-te o data! gandesc somnoroasa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Apas butonul masinii de cafea, deschid radioul pe muzica antrenanta si ma duc la dus. Trei samponari, balsam, clatit, lotiune de corp, crema de fata, fond de ten, blush, fard de pleoape, mascara, gloss. 20 de minute.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv9741025919MsoNormal" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1378913025347_2301" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Afara ploua. Deci, cu ce naiba sa ma imbrac? Ma uit la ceas si intru in priza. Rascolesc in dulap si gasesc, din fericire, o camasa calcata, imi pun blugii, camasa… Mai ramane parul. Uscat, indreptat si tot tacamul…inca 20 de minute. Imi ghioraie stomacul… sunt ametita de foame. Aseara am mancat pufuleti si am baut un pahar de Martini. &lt;/div&gt;
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Nu e timp pentru micul dejun. Dar trebuie sa-mi pregatesc, totusi, o gustare pentru serviciu.&lt;/div&gt;
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Imi dau camasa jos ca am talent la facut pete si pregatesc cat pot de repede o gustare. Si cafeaua. Le inghesui intr-o geanta, imi pun din nou camasa si dau sa ies din casa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Telefonul. Unde imi e telefonul? Ma uit cu disperare la ceas: e trecut de ora 8. Oare de ce nu m-am mobilizat mai repede?? Alerg spre dormitor, caut in tot patul, in bucatarie… , ma uit pana si in frigider… Nu e! Helloo, girl? Trebuie sa iesi din casa, acum, altfel ratezi sedinta de la ora 9! Plec asa, fara telefon… dar ma simt ca si cand n-as avea o mana. Fir-ar...!&lt;/div&gt;
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-&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maine o sa ma trezesc mai devreme! Si nu o sa-mi mai spal parul niciodata dimineata, inainte sa plec la birou!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ies din bloc si alerg spre parcare. Descui masina si ma asez pe ceva tare. Ma caut in buzunar si… gasesc telefonul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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:-)&lt;/div&gt;
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This song is just like me:&lt;/div&gt;
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I could be brown, I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;
I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;
I could be hurtful, I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;
I could be anything you like&lt;/div&gt;
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Gotta be green, gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta be everything more...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deseori imi imaginez ca viata e
in alta parte. Se traieste in natura, in bataia vantului, pe malul marii sau in
campurile cu lavanda de la tara. Inchid ochii si imi imaginez cum alerg in
picioarele goale printre tufele lila. Si cum gust cu mare pofta dintr-un borcan
de “confiture” de piersici. Zambesc din toti porii si ma arunc pe spate, in
iarba. Ascult vantul cum imi trece prin par si albinele care zumzaie in jur.
Asa visez eu raiul: un val de fericire care ma plesneste din toate unghiurile. &lt;/div&gt;
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Alta data ma vad zburdand printre
randurile de vie unde miroase a must si a toamna. Ma joc de-a v-ati ascunselea
cu cineva drag, iar cainele casei alearga dupa mine. Fericirea imi flutura-n
plete. Are un iz de struguri negri si de soare cald de septembrie. Cand obosesc,
ma asez pe o patura in carouri sa-mi trag sufletul si &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;apoi musc dintr-o bagheta crocanta. Fericirea
ma cuprinde de la spate si ma tine strans legata de ea.&lt;/div&gt;
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In alta zi imi asez cuminte
talpile pe o plaja si astept sa ma ude marea. Si cand asta se va fi intamplat,
o iau la goana printre valurile sparte-n mal si rad cu toata fiinta. Fericirea
are un miros sarat si imi mangaie consecvent timpanele. Ma tolanesc, apoi, cu
parul ud pe nisip citind o carte.&amp;nbsp;Musc cu nesat dintr-o pralina. Fericirea are
gust de caramel sarat…&lt;/div&gt;
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"A imbatrani este contrariul a ceea ce se vede  in mod curent. In tinerete, la vremea cand nu ti-ai definit inca obtiunile, esti  impovarat de greutatea traditiei si a adevarurilor cu care ai fost  indoctrinat.Tanar fiind, crezi in ideiile raspandite, in cele care alearga pe  toate drmurile, esti gata sa aderi la tot si la toate. Cari in spinarea ta greutatea familiei, a traditiei,  a grupului din care faci parte, a societatii. In ceea ce ma priveste , am trait inaintarea in  varsta ca pe o detasare de toate aceste poveri.&lt;/div&gt;
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A imbatrani inseamna a arunca peste bord toate ideile  preconcepute, inseamna a deveni mai usor, mai liber.Intr-un anumit sens, esti mai batran cand esti mai  tanar si mai tanar cand esti batran.&lt;/div&gt;
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Viata se scurge ca o permanenta si progresiva  delasare de prejudecati si de constrangeri. Avea  dreptate Picasso cand spunea ca iti trebuie mult timp ca sa devii  tanar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Si mai e ceva. Singurul lucru care ne ingaduie sa privim fara  dezgust lumea in care traim este frumusetea cu care anumiti oameni o creeaza,  din timp in timp, pornind de la haos:tablourile pe care le picteaza, muzica pe  care o compun, cartile pe care le scriu si viata pe care o  traiesc. Dintre toate operele, cea mai frumoasa este o viata  bine traita. As zice chiar ca este opera de arta prin  excelenta." Radu Beligan - " Note de insomniac"&lt;/div&gt;
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It's all about making a change&lt;br /&gt;
Make something that matters!&lt;br /&gt;
Raise&amp;nbsp;your child happily&lt;br /&gt;
See the world&lt;br /&gt;
Wonder&lt;br /&gt;
Feel&lt;br /&gt;
Explore&lt;br /&gt;
Love&lt;br /&gt;
Smile&lt;br /&gt;
Learn&lt;br /&gt;
Make the difference!&lt;br /&gt;
Cook with love&lt;br /&gt;
Share with others&lt;br /&gt;
Let go the bad feelings&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;
Travel &lt;br /&gt;
Worry less&lt;br /&gt;
Spend less&lt;br /&gt;
Treat yourself right&lt;br /&gt;
Spoil yourself everyday&lt;br /&gt;
Smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;
Let go the pain&lt;br /&gt;
Keep in mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; in the heart only&amp;nbsp;the nicest&amp;nbsp;memories&lt;br /&gt;
'It's alright to be emotional. Feelings makes you alive!!!' &lt;br /&gt;
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Port aceeasi rochie neagra ca in urma cu un an. A mai plecat dintre noi cineva cunoscut. Tinerete fara batranete. Dar cu suferinta. O tristete apasatoare am simtit in ultimele ore. Nu eram apropiate, dar am fost colege. O fata calda...&lt;/div&gt;
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Astfel de momente ma fac sa simt ca ma sufoc. Imi trec prin minte alte momente similare... alte dureri...alte trairi...&lt;/div&gt;
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Mi-e dor... Si vreau sa fiu vie si vesela. Sa traiesc cu intensitate fiecare secunda si sa scot din ea tot ce e mai frumos. Mi-e draga viata si tineretea si vreau sa le gust din plin, sa nu-mi pierd din gand speranta, din suflet, dragostea, din minte, pe cei care mi-s dragi...&lt;/div&gt;
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Zile cu soare sa avem!&lt;/div&gt;
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