tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36496679910592264512024-03-14T03:19:17.689-07:00Stop chasing shadows, just enjoy the ride!Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-59908732794720423362011-09-09T11:19:00.000-07:002011-09-09T11:27:03.490-07:00Hrvatska<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_b4qrKJunc_Fy_wwNnfPDL0OcuNBjdI1fOVKf-z3CfchO6Od1eDP6KzZo8xfDqgcZsoAjlA5usjXhInq6bSCe8YYUAAsC6W-bjEnV_uRo6m4sH-ekqc6iTqQMxJrjn9Y1DHCrNT7hhNAM/s1600/Pag.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_b4qrKJunc_Fy_wwNnfPDL0OcuNBjdI1fOVKf-z3CfchO6Od1eDP6KzZo8xfDqgcZsoAjlA5usjXhInq6bSCe8YYUAAsC6W-bjEnV_uRo6m4sH-ekqc6iTqQMxJrjn9Y1DHCrNT7hhNAM/s320/Pag.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650427778235037330" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-aueIXeHXZ3iRuMMnIc_K2QJQa5XOgJJgAk8R6OiGWPwkLLiR2OD7NPGMYhQaMx2fT4gjspSTzdlzRl_iD34SDUwYjmSghT5W_meaDSpLDRW4K7E3zn4gbRXveTWaCKtAQKkInZVjMWo/s320/DSC_0246+%25282%2529-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650426717534494450" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-60618860099597185082010-10-28T22:57:00.000-07:002010-10-28T23:02:12.700-07:00However much you use me, baby, come on use me more.. <div>However much you want me, baby, i swear i'll make you want me more</div><div>And she said :</div><div>However much i love you, you will always love me more.</div><div>And i guess it's true.. However much she loves me, i will always love her more .. </div>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-27040874849282351592010-03-15T13:03:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:07:03.538-07:00Barcelona!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF5R_HQ_so1VhdsudlmdN9RVC-cIrynx2qMRYscr1r-TRFHtcLnqLRzJmMIOXk3OTb0Y6sIes2kqpETYN9rs7GaVc4oQQcgJ1REwtHZapEYJtPSYJ3TK0qzz9gt0bOzKVYrDp0oMI9Td4/s1600-h/_MG_8878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF5R_HQ_so1VhdsudlmdN9RVC-cIrynx2qMRYscr1r-TRFHtcLnqLRzJmMIOXk3OTb0Y6sIes2kqpETYN9rs7GaVc4oQQcgJ1REwtHZapEYJtPSYJ3TK0qzz9gt0bOzKVYrDp0oMI9Td4/s320/_MG_8878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448954500591869026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYRnoMVAhEIcm-Xumc5DCRyX3PGaBshpMPslelS9IbTLfLOjz19YchA-Vxa40Gwk45OSonb4fqomuC4oHgpdKUniE551y9bMQuNPyAYYR7gBG9CdTKsQ_JrCxZOCPoKkbhptbhPFJZkr7/s1600-h/_MG_8419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYRnoMVAhEIcm-Xumc5DCRyX3PGaBshpMPslelS9IbTLfLOjz19YchA-Vxa40Gwk45OSonb4fqomuC4oHgpdKUniE551y9bMQuNPyAYYR7gBG9CdTKsQ_JrCxZOCPoKkbhptbhPFJZkr7/s320/_MG_8419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448954302693774226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9nd283Ls_hkgIA0A4Zf8LHA3bbgXOlEQJknDSIalyDfu9JJY-xT_rGLFEPXjZq-VvlSErXo-n_wQc3dM92F533AqAhID_bEPq5j9a1lV6qBs3rrs8YYnaty8GB7m57KrxzmcX_T-Tr7-/s1600-h/_MG_8449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9nd283Ls_hkgIA0A4Zf8LHA3bbgXOlEQJknDSIalyDfu9JJY-xT_rGLFEPXjZq-VvlSErXo-n_wQc3dM92F533AqAhID_bEPq5j9a1lV6qBs3rrs8YYnaty8GB7m57KrxzmcX_T-Tr7-/s320/_MG_8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448954042707181362" border="0" /></a>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-1910027631263083322010-03-02T09:10:00.000-08:002010-03-02T09:23:16.739-08:00Closer ..<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxx6s_KqwdXWxQwRZGh0gXZIqwmhNa-KF10e7ZhDP6JGivmAlGdyeT2fG6qNr7KNbmE410pNiCEXpi6D96X5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Koszonom nagyon szepen, Andreea :)Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-10432034914306289782010-01-06T04:03:00.000-08:002010-01-06T04:07:12.172-08:00Pisi ...we should organize a party like that one, at your place, but this time it should be only for the two of us, cause i miss having you here every minute, like we were in the last three weeks .. to laugh, to love .. definitely! :)<br />I miss talking to you, every night, about all the foolish things that happened that day..<br />Let's get away!:PKriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-77998444833243343152010-01-02T11:27:00.000-08:002010-01-02T11:39:14.174-08:00... wine ..."Forever?or it's just tonight?oh we're still the greatest .. "<br /><br /> "The days we spent together were not enough, it used to feel like<br />dreaming, except we always woke up, never thought not having you here<br />now would hurt so much.."<br /><br /> "Grant my last request, and just let me hold you.. Sure, i can accept that we're going nowhere, but one last time, let's go there"<br /><br /> "You shimmy-shook my boat<br />Leaving me stranded all in love on my own<br />Do you think of me<br />Where am I now<br />Baby where do I sleep"<br /><br /> "I was given wine<br />We're feeling okay<br />And quite all right<br />You wash my tears away<br />And make me wanna stay<br />....<br />Days of roses and wine<br />Drifting astray<br />With your hand in mine<br />You stroke my fears away<br />And make me wanna stay<br />...<br />And bonfires lit up the shores<br />To go beside you<br />Is where I want to be<br />To laugh, to love"<br /><br /> "For God's sake why am i driving in the wrong lane<br />trouble is my middle name.<br />But in the end I'm not too bad<br />Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you"<br /><br /> "One night to be confused<br />one night to speed up truth<br />we had a promise made<br />four hands and then away<br />....<br />ten days of perfect tunes<br />the colours red and blue<br />we had a promise made<br />we were in love"Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-29909304906044383272009-11-21T01:06:00.000-08:002009-11-21T01:12:07.803-08:00“I still have imaginary friends who I talk to in my head.”Prietena mea(avand o minte foarte creativa) .. aseara a avut o petrecere la ea acasa, unde au putut fi prezenti toti cei ce contau, indiferent de locul pe care il ocupa in inima ei, si din aceasta cauza as vrea sa ii multumesc, ca a facut tot posibilul ca in acelasi timp, sa fie acolo si cei ce sunt foarte importanti pentru mine.. si pentru asta vreau sa ii cer scuze ca tocmai eu nu am putut fi acolo, desi stiu ca ar fi avut nevoie, si si-ar fi dorit din tot sufletul(si poate nu doar pentru a o ajuta sa se lipseasca de minunata curatenie de dupa) .. so, andreea.. :)<br />Everything you want you can make it happen ..<br />if you believe :))<br />P.S:<br />(kinda feeling stupid for this one post, but it makes me feel better sometimes feeling stupid)<br />PENTRU TINE, PISI!!Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-49686834953924540312009-10-07T10:18:00.001-07:002009-10-07T10:18:48.417-07:00Revelry<img src="file:///C:/Users/Krisz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Krisz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;">Cioran: „<i>Sunt eu însumi, numai atunci când ştiu despre acest lucru, numai când am conştiinţa acestui lucru. Şi am conştiinţa acestui lucru numai atunci când văd clar. Pe de altă parte, văd clar atunci când nimic nu intervine între mine şi lume. Cu alte cuvinte, când între mine şi mine însumi nu există nimic. Cu alte cuvinte, când între mine şi mine </i>este <i>nimic</i>.”</span>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-10329748083495409332009-07-11T15:10:00.000-07:002009-07-11T15:22:36.661-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKHeQhJNi1qAHxZKknWU8kzjjHO8mJtVOsODvhvv5HWy1EsHKA-jj3BRv_9IqswXlbT6-reqqpg_uvSpE16X9cqAlbDIFv0vKw-ToCBDcFUeVIMeGITU0a3G0C510c3PS7aFGYhBrPmh-/s1600-h/krisz+%2842%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKHeQhJNi1qAHxZKknWU8kzjjHO8mJtVOsODvhvv5HWy1EsHKA-jj3BRv_9IqswXlbT6-reqqpg_uvSpE16X9cqAlbDIFv0vKw-ToCBDcFUeVIMeGITU0a3G0C510c3PS7aFGYhBrPmh-/s200/krisz+%2842%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357331520326051842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm stuck in this world, this little world, that i built inside unconscious. The fairy land of dreaming, but dreaming not in the normal, good way, and neither the bad, illusionist dreaming. That stupid sense, that keeps you blocked in there, and everything that you feel, hear, say or even touch, it becomes something else, something that stays there for a long time, and there is nothing with what you could erase it.<br /></div>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-32370242082286176852009-07-02T02:26:00.000-07:002009-07-02T02:32:28.415-07:00Bestfest :)So .. Bestfest started!!<br />It started with a "soulstorm" or just a storm .. yeah, it started with a really big rain, and in the first moment it was good, it felt refreshing, but after it was a little hard standing in the rain for at least 3 hours, being very wet and all.<br />But it was killers.. it was good, it was awesome ..<br />I really liked it, and it was that feeling, that you don't care about anything, all you want to do is listen to their music, and not give a fuck about the rain, about the wet people around you, about really nothing .. Patrice was good too, everybody jumpin and singing.. oh, i love him a lot..<br />waiting for today's night, ayo, moby and many more.. even if i look on the window and i almost can't see anything because of the rain, but let's pray :)) ..<br />maybe it'll be ok.. at least i want to hope so!!Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-53839867115197748952009-04-09T22:11:00.000-07:002009-04-09T22:12:11.506-07:00NaiveJeux d'enfants ..<br /><br /><br />Julien Janvier: Do you believe in love at first sight?<br />Aurélie Miller: Yes.<br />Julien Janvier: Naive.Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-28564134202343685722009-02-09T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:42:34.266-08:00The best things in life are unseen: that's why we close our eyes when we dream<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > Nu stiu daca e firesc din partea mea, ca deschid blogul numai atunci cand sunt nervoasa.. Adica in mod normal nu a fost predestinat pentru a ma plange pe el de anumite chestii .. dar .. sunt aici, si probabil in urmatoarele randuri se va intampla :) </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;" lang="EN-US">O plimbare prin parc. O melodie ascultata in exces. O iubire inexistenta, dar asteptata. Toate acestea fac tecerea dintre real si vis. Sa visezi nu cred ca este foarte rau, atata timp cat iti cunosti limitele. De ce sa nu visezi? de ce sa nu ai ocazia sa vezi lumea si altfel, nu atat de murdara si plina de cuvinte grele? Orice pas iti poate schimba viata, dar indrazneste. Ti-ai fi imaginat vreodata ca ceea ce iti doresti atat de tare ti se poate intampla? Cred ca nu, deoarece sigur spui ca ti-ai dorit multe, si nu ti s-au intampalt.. dar ce? Nu mai ai viata?nu mai e timp? Asteapta! Poate se schimba ceva. </span></b><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;" lang="EN-US"><br /><br /></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">De ce va zic asta? Pentru ca simt nevoia sa o fac, ca ma doare cand vad ca cei din jur, sunt pierduti in lumea de afara, in mizerie si praf, cand poate doar un pas ii indeparteaza de la a fi fericiti. Sa vezi viata in roz mi se pare putin exagerat, dar nu este acelasi lurcru cu “dare to dream” .. poate daca ai visa, ai gasi o cale mai usoara, un drum mai scurt catre fericire. Cred ca asta e patetic, ca incerc sa fac lumea sa gandeasca ca mine, eu care gandesc stupid .. mi s-a pus de cateva ori o intrebare … ca de ce mi se pare totul atat de roz, si a fost greu sa gasesc raspunsul potrivit, dar pana la urma l-am gasit. De ce sa nu vad roz? Cand nu am de ce sa ma ingrijorez, de ce sa nu profit de putinul pe care il mai ai, pana sa ma pierd si eu. Si eu voi avea o slujba, poate peste cativa ani va trebui sa mai am grija si de altcinvea in afara de persoana mea, si atunci cred ca ma voi darui in totalitate, faptului de a avea griji. Grijile exista si acum, dar inca sunt foarte usor de neglijat. Atat va pot zice, indrazniti, si poate veti primi foarte usor ceea ce va doriti cu adevarat. Ce spuneam la inceput despre plimbari, muzici si alte chestii? Acelea sunt lucrurile care ma fac pe mine fericita, si cand toate sunt la un loc, totul este mai frumos. O plimbare in Cismigiu, cu o muzica usoara in ureche, si o carte buna in cealalta, si poate si o persoana care va iubeste in partea voastra stanga. Nu v-ar face fericiti?pe mine mai mult ca sigur, ba chiar mai mult, poate le si aveti langa voi, dar va este prea frica sa le numiti. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-80943411950185054142009-01-31T06:06:00.000-08:002009-01-31T06:09:16.192-08:00It could be sweet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5oumApd5ngEw3IeVN7jfBbKX0z4mIZdqcXb0uN3_L-jt0ZxwnVdtpE8AImqLSubyRPcTvdTGcPe0noS5HPknAxwD6kWgm8bs8CyzLTpvH_YrvPnEyRCQDtvM12q_OcRltGtCAMoWoHh/s1600-h/DSC08228-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5oumApd5ngEw3IeVN7jfBbKX0z4mIZdqcXb0uN3_L-jt0ZxwnVdtpE8AImqLSubyRPcTvdTGcPe0noS5HPknAxwD6kWgm8bs8CyzLTpvH_YrvPnEyRCQDtvM12q_OcRltGtCAMoWoHh/s320/DSC08228-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297459495369688610" border="0" /></a>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-26309936149510801082009-01-06T07:53:00.001-08:002009-01-06T08:04:29.338-08:00asa a mai trecut un an.. cateodata mai repede, cateodata mai incet, dar a trecut :) si sfarsitul lui a fost unul dragut, exceptand anumite partisoare :) am fost plecata, si precum am spus, lasand la o parte cateva amanunte a fost frumos, pentru ca de mult nu am avut ocazia sa petrec cateva zile cu persoane atat de importante .. dar in fine.. a inceput un nou an, a inceput o asa numita "repriza" de scoala.. trebuie sa recunosc, desi un pic uimita.. ca a fost placut sa merg din nou la scoala, si aceasta "calitate" chiar nu face parte din activitatile mele preferate .. bineinteles, ca am fost surprinsa sa observ anumite schimbari in anumiti oameni, si asa este ciudat, ca nu credeam ca doua saptamani pot schimba pe cineva .. ma simt asa de copila in momentele astea.. m-am increzut in ceva prostesc(si asa fara sa vreau am schimbat subiectul), ceva absolut inutil .. si am sperat, pana im momentul in care mi s-a demonstrat ca tot eu sunt cea care gandeste chiar prea prostesc. Mi-era dor ... si asta foarte usor il pot numi un dor stupid ... imi era dor de ceva ce nici nu exista, de cineva care nici macar nu observa .. damn .. nu mai continui ..Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-28283033135251028022008-12-20T05:14:00.001-08:002008-12-20T05:26:52.385-08:00up with hi5 ... (asa un pic .. )<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBixg_xBKllFfVoIiAMbrR2is9v-jxnvpLlWKVfE0BV8dAeFAiz0ft2X03urhbBlXOBY6VgEffNjH44jxcvoma-xtMUCKCG0C1VozSBeGmhY6jDqUh4bA_DWTz24BfuwcuhPtJQE9wNha/s1600-h/DSC02505-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBixg_xBKllFfVoIiAMbrR2is9v-jxnvpLlWKVfE0BV8dAeFAiz0ft2X03urhbBlXOBY6VgEffNjH44jxcvoma-xtMUCKCG0C1VozSBeGmhY6jDqUh4bA_DWTz24BfuwcuhPtJQE9wNha/s320/DSC02505-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281863176967136834" border="0" /></a><br />cred ca fac parte din acei oameni, care nu sunt obsedati de hi5 .. dar in schimb, am de mentinut ca imi place dintr-o singura privinta, si aceea sigur nu este ca te ajuta sa-ti faci prieteni, sa cunosti marea dragoste etc ... singurul lucru care ma binedispune, cand vine vorba despre acest fenomen, este ca imi aminteste de majoritatea clipelor minunate petrecute cu niste oamenii minunati, pe care foarte usor ii pot numi, prietenii la care tin.. ma ajuta sa-mi dau seama ca am toate motivele pentru a fi fericita, ca nu in unul, ci in mai mai multe momente am avut ce mi-am dorit, si cel mai important este ca nu ma lasa sa uit .. nu ma lasa sa uit acesti oameni speciali, pe care probabil din cauza incapabilitatii mele de a mentine o prietenie i-am pierdut, dar cert este ca mereu imi va face o deosebita placere sa imi amintesc de ei, de mine .. si mai ales de noi..Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-87488334724489554622008-12-18T04:39:00.000-08:002008-12-18T04:41:48.793-08:00James Morisson - Broken Strings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovXwYRHW5oNlKwayIYFgmjZDUsdN09Dsw3Ik6AZL9zMhbuUl0DyZCo2F_mTKoa1G4GrgzFJP9jhYSDIfscBLDVlVpyzIA6REawgS_e_6TdWfh1pUIIUBF_4U8UFY370RqA-oLAQSZV3I4/s1600-h/fSkDX7365881-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovXwYRHW5oNlKwayIYFgmjZDUsdN09Dsw3Ik6AZL9zMhbuUl0DyZCo2F_mTKoa1G4GrgzFJP9jhYSDIfscBLDVlVpyzIA6REawgS_e_6TdWfh1pUIIUBF_4U8UFY370RqA-oLAQSZV3I4/s320/fSkDX7365881-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281109320220320114" border="0" /></a><br />Let me hold you<br />For the last time<br />It's the last chance to feel again<br />But you broke me<br />Now I can't feel anything<br /><br />When I love you,<br />It's so untrue<br />I can't even convince myself<br />When I'm speaking,<br />It's the voice of someone else<br /><br />Oh it tears me up<br />I try to hold on, but it hurts too much<br />I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay<br /><br />You can't play on broken strings<br />You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel<br />I can't tell you something that ain't real<br /><br />Oh the truth hurts<br />And lies worse<br />How can I give anymore<br />When I love you a little less than before<br /><br />Oh what are we doing<br />We are turning into dust<br />Playing house in the ruins of us<br /><br />Running back through the fire<br />When there's nothing left to save<br />It's like chasing the very last train when it's too lateKriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-71030128650628292102008-12-18T03:17:00.000-08:002008-12-18T03:34:01.571-08:00Intereviu cu Dumnezeu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh094m5yx6thXCNvl5-hYCNqyX8tQYuWCid95LmQ39UQLBw7CH6boYdc4qtlU85Qkf_z7wOQq6fLhYs8EqhUgASg83y3tu6PISFJtXXoPVDSaQ0xt25zL5y0ec9YdtdYZQ_LQon67Qtgrdi/s1600-h/Poze+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh094m5yx6thXCNvl5-hYCNqyX8tQYuWCid95LmQ39UQLBw7CH6boYdc4qtlU85Qkf_z7wOQq6fLhYs8EqhUgASg83y3tu6PISFJtXXoPVDSaQ0xt25zL5y0ec9YdtdYZQ_LQon67Qtgrdi/s320/Poze+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281091836215253218" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><span style=""> </span><u>Interviu cu Dumnezeu<o:p></o:p></u></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><span style=""> de </span>Octvian Paler<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11;">- Ai vrea sa-mi iei un interviu, deci… zise Dumnezeu.<o:p></o:p><br />- Daca ai timp…i-am raspuns. Dumnezeu a zambit.<o:p></o:p><br />- Timpul meu este eternitatea…Ce intrebari ai vrea sa-mi pui?<o:p></o:p><br />- Ce te surprinde cel mai mult la oameni?<o:p></o:p><br />Dumnezeu mi-a raspuns:<o:p></o:p><br />- Faptul ca se plictisesc de copilarie, se grabesc sa creasca…,<o:p></o:p><br />- Iar apoi tanjesc iar sa fie copii, ca isi pierd sanatatea pentru a face bani… iar apoi isi pierd banii pentru a-si recapata sanatatea<o:p></o:p><br />Faptul ca se gandesc cu teama la viitor si uita<o:p></o:p><br />prezentul iar astfel nu traiesc nici prezentul nici<o:p></o:p><br />viitorul; ca traiesc ca si cum nu ar muri niciodata si<o:p></o:p><br />mor ca si cum nu ar fi trait.<o:p></o:p><br />Dumnezeu mi-a luat mana si am stat tacuti un timp.<o:p></o:p><br />Apoi am intrebat:<o:p></o:p><br />- Ca parinte, care ar fi cateva dintre lectiile de<o:p></o:p><br />viata pe care ai dori sa le invete copii tai?<o:p></o:p><br />- Sa invete ca dureaza doar cateva secunde sa deschida<o:p></o:p><br />rani profunde in inima celor pe care ii iubesc… si <o:p></o:p><br />ca dureaza mai multi ani pentru ca acestea sa se<o:p></o:p><br />vindece; sa invete ca un om bogat nu este acela care<o:p></o:p><br />are cel mai mult; ci acela care are nevoie de cel mai<o:p></o:p><br />putin, sa invete ca exista oameni care ii iubesc dar<o:p></o:p><br />pur si simplu inca nu stiu sa-si exprime sentimentele;<o:p></o:p><br />sa invete ca doi oameni se pot uita la acelasi lucru<o:p></o:p><br />si ca pot sa-l vada in mod diferit; sa invete ca nu<o:p></o:p><br />este suficient sa-i ierte pe ceilalti si ca, de<o:p></o:p><br />asemenea, trebuie sa se ieste pe ei insisi.<o:p></o:p><br /><span style=""></span>- Multumesc pentru timpul acordat…i-am zis umil. Ar<o:p></o:p><br />mai fi ceva ce ai dori ca oamenii sa stie?<o:p></o:p><br />Dumnezeu m-a privit zambind si a spus:<o:p></o:p><br />- Doar faptul ca sunt aici, intotdeauna.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649667991059226451.post-37210565176935221682008-12-18T02:30:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:03:09.308-08:00If you don't ask the right questions, all the answers seem wrong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38izluQm7PsaZItuSpr-lqjClZ4ligGtdRcAUr06h_WDOceT-XEBBKCdUC3UvpofhV3vgw5-mq-eJCs_SHh9x7CeheXKyvasjgicoqwHvo16ZaCfj5egnt22YoPjwfJPz73wHBOaLl5au/s1600-h/Canon+krisz+807.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38izluQm7PsaZItuSpr-lqjClZ4ligGtdRcAUr06h_WDOceT-XEBBKCdUC3UvpofhV3vgw5-mq-eJCs_SHh9x7CeheXKyvasjgicoqwHvo16ZaCfj5egnt22YoPjwfJPz73wHBOaLl5au/s320/Canon+krisz+807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281091356029626338" border="0" /></a><br />Deci asa :)<br />.. parca ma simt mai implinita, stiind ca finally am ceva doar al meu :) ceva ce nu ramane inchis in mine.. cu care ma voi putea exterioriza vrand, nevrand .. nu sunt o fire inchisa in sine, doar ca este din ce in ce mai greu sa dovedesti ceva, sa fii deschis cand vine vorba de ceva anume .. am un blog, de fapt incerc sa am un blog.. voi incerca.. in fond pe cine poate deranja, ca eu imi scriu ideile, nascocite de prin anumite locuri ale mintii mele .. niciodata nu am resuit sa mentin ceva de care cu adevarat imi pasa, poate din cauza lucrurilor mici, ce tin mereu sa strice o parte din ceva mai mare.. dar asta nu e neaparat o scuza .. mereu imi gasesc scuze.. oare cand voi reusi sa spun ca este doar vina mea??ca doar eu sunt cea care strica, si nu micile imperfectiuni ce deranjeaza pe oricine?nu cred ca am reusit vreodata sa recunosc ca am gresit, si daca am recunoscut catusi de putin, tot gaseam ceva cu care sa scot la iveala ca nu a fost numai vina mea .. sunt momente cand pierd controlul si asupra putinului pe care il am .. dar cred ca pana si aceastea pot fi evitate, sau macar ocolite..<br />nu este cea mai frumoasa zi din viata, mea nici pe departe .. si poate tocmai asta m-a facut sa incep sa scriu .. imi place sa scriu, imi place la nebunie, dar trebuie sa recunosc, ca imi cam este frica .. de cine?de ce?nu stiu .. este pur si simplu o frica care vine din interior, poate din cauza careia nu reusesc sa depasesc anumite limite.. sunt genul de persoana care are rozul perfect in fata, si mereu incearca sa gaseasca nuanta mai vanata a acestui roz perfect .. asta sunt, asa am crescut cu idei nevinovate, cu intrebari fara nici un raspuns ..<br />Cand o persoana simte ca iubeste.. .. si are toate motivele sa se bucure de fericirea pe care o are langa el.. de ce cauta neaparat motive, pt a detine o tenta neagra a intregii povesti?.. de ce nu poate omul fi pur si simplu fericit.. ?Kriszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571031453954268378noreply@blogger.com0