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u'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-9119884036410565645</id><published>2010-06-09T13:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:42:15.827+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambeste, maine e o noua zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaIpdMZN3E0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaIpdMZN3E0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2010/06/zambeste-maine-e-o-noua-zi.html' title='Zambeste, maine e o noua zi'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-8050313396050720382</id><published>2010-06-07T11:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:58:41.465+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrisoare dragoste liceu degeaba'/><title type='text'>O scrisoare oarecare</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Astazi mi-am facut curat in inima fara sa pastrez nimic ascuns. Am aruncat clipe de fericire, momentele in care-mi doream sa mor ... totul fara sa privesc inapoi. Insa, pentru o clipa, m-am lasat purtata de glasuri pe aripile amintirilor, ca sa retraiesc inca o data clipa nostra ... ca sa mor inca o data. Am zburat cu gandul pe cerul ochilor tai, am alintat suvitele de par rebele si am cazut de acolo de sus, din spatiul dragostei, in bratele tale. Este o durere inexplicabila, dar in acelasi timp singura placere care mi-a mai ramas de la viata. Este .. era o simfonie a sentimentelor fara cuvinte, doar atingerea era de ajuns. Ai fost cel care mi-a deschis inima si, totusi, in acelasi timp si cel care a ferecat-o! Acum este un cuvant fara sens pentru ca nu mai pot sa exist fara ce-a fost, insa nu pot sa traiesc fara sa uit ... ma apasa greutatea minutelor transformate in ani ... nu pot sa traiesc fara sa uit: jocul luminii in ochii tai, buzele calde care ma mangaiau daca ma loveam ... Acum am pierdut sirul lacrimilor ... sunt intr-un labirint care cred ca este viata mea! Si stiu, stiu ca nu vei veni sa ma salvezi. Acum as vrea sa stiu ca esti fericit si, daca nu mai insemn nimic, ma multumesc sa stiu c-a fost candva. Nu pot sa nu ma intreb daca a fost vina mea, fiindca stiu ca am un mod ciudat de a iubi si de arata asta! Stiu ca poate e prea tarziu, dar te iubesc. Ce greu apasa aceste simple cuvinte ... oare ar fi schimbat ceva daca ti le-as fi spus?!Cred ca nu mai conteaza; si acum inca mi-ar fi greu sa explic tot ce insemni pentru mine! Lacrimile se intorc din focul care le-a nascut ... imi este dor de cuvintele tale cel mai mult ... de ce taci?! Urasc tot ceea ce se leaga de tine .. pana si pe mine! Si plang, si sper, si te iubesc! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1yFwtL22PU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1yFwtL22PU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-8050313396050720382?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8050313396050720382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=8050313396050720382' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/8050313396050720382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/8050313396050720382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-scrisoare-oarecare.html' title='O scrisoare oarecare'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-5302627588324922725</id><published>2010-06-07T11:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:49:37.763+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp uitare'/><title type='text'>Some things...</title><content type='html'>Unele lucruri nu se uita niciodata. Chiar daca timpul trece si tace, daca cunoastem oameni noi care ies si intra in viata noastra, unele lucruri nu se uita ... si raman intr-un loc din inima, tinut secret, sau gata sa rabufneasca cu prima ocazie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MytUhCZudJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MytUhCZudJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-5302627588324922725?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5302627588324922725/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=5302627588324922725' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/5302627588324922725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/5302627588324922725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-things.html' title='Some things...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-5569596562849094071</id><published>2010-06-01T23:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:18:27.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca</title><content type='html'>... si daca toate asteptarile ni s-ar implini, am fi multumiti? Si daca tot ce dorim sa ni se spuna s-ar rosti, am sti sa intelegem ce a vrut de fapt sa spuna? Mereu mai mult, sau altceva, sau altfel ... ce simplu ar fi daca fiecare ar accepta lucrurile exact asa cum sunt . Si daca Omul nu ar fi carcotas, si complicat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar acelasi Daca s-ar intampla toate dupa un curs lin, prestabilit, neinteresant, ce asteptari am mai putea avea?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-5569596562849094071?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1yFwtL22PU' title='Daca'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5569596562849094071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=5569596562849094071' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/5569596562849094071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/5569596562849094071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2010/06/daca.html' title='Daca'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-3096259081116639072</id><published>2009-10-21T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:22:45.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Niciodată nu te voi trăda de tot, deşi te-am trădat şi te voi trăda la fiecare pas; Când te-am urât nu te-am putut uita; Te-am blestemat, ca să te suport; Te-am refuzat, ca să te schimbi; Te-am chemat şi n-ai venit, am urlat şi nu mi-ai zâmbit, am fost trist şi nu m-ai mângâiat. Am plâns şi nu mi-ai îndulcit lacrimile. Deşert ai fost rugăminţilor mele. Ucis-am în gând întâia clipă a vieţii şi fulgerat-am începuturile tale, secetă în fructe, uscăciune în flori şi secarea izvoarelor dorit-a sufletul meu. Dar recunoscător îţi este sufletul meu pentru zâmbetul ce l-a văzut doar el şi nimeni altul; recunoscător pentru acea întâlnire, de nimeni aflată; acea întâlnire nu se uită, ci cu credinţa ascunsă în tine răsună în tăcere, înverzeşte pustiuri, îndulceşte lacrimi şi înseninează singurătăţi. Îţi jur că niciodată nu vei cunoaşte marea mea trădare. Jur pe tot ce poate fi mai sfânt: pe zâmbetul tău, că nu mă voi despărţi niciodată de tine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cioran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-3096259081116639072?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3096259081116639072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=3096259081116639072' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/3096259081116639072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/3096259081116639072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zambeste tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Construieste un album de familie.&lt;br /&gt;Numara stelele. Imita o persoana pe care o iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Suna-ti prietenii. Spune-i cuiva “Mi-e dor de tine!”&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeste cu Dumnezeu. Redevino… copilul de altadata.&lt;br /&gt;Sari coarda. Uita cuvantul “ranchiuna”. Spune “DA”.&lt;br /&gt;Tine-ti promisiunile. Razi! Cere ajutor. Schimba-ti pieptanatura.&lt;br /&gt;Fugi……. Canta……. Aminteste-ti de o aniversare. Ajuta un om sarac.&lt;br /&gt;Termina un proiect. Gandeste! Iesi pentru a te distra. Ofera-te voluntar.&lt;br /&gt;Rasfata-te intr-o baie cu spuma. Fa cuiva o favoare. Asculta cantecul greierilor.&lt;br /&gt;Viseaza cu ochii deschisi. Inchide televizorul si vorbeste. Fii amabil!&lt;br /&gt;Da-ti voie sa gresesti. Iarta! Multumeste-i lui Dumnezeu pentru soare.&lt;br /&gt;Arata-ti deschis fericirea. Fa un cadou. Accepta un compliment. Priveste atent o floare.&lt;br /&gt;Interzice-ti sa spui “Nu pot!” timp de o zi. Traieste-ti clipa! Continua o traditie&lt;br /&gt;a familiei. Incepe o alta zi. Astazi nu iti face griji! Exerseaza curajul in lucrurile mici.&lt;br /&gt;Ajuta un vecin la greu. Mangaie un copil care sufera. Asculta un prieten.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste fotografiile vechi. Imagineaza-ti valurile marii. Joaca-te cu jucaria ta&lt;br /&gt;preferata. Da-ti voie sa fii simpatic. Saluta-ti primul noul vecin.&lt;br /&gt;Fa pe cineva sa se simta bine-venit. Promite cuiva ca il vei ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti ca nu esti singur. Lauda intreit o fapta buna.&lt;br /&gt;Primeste in sufletul tau si in casa ta un catel de pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;Hraneste-l! Vorbeste-i! Pastreaza-l!&lt;br /&gt;Sterge lacrimile de pe un obraz.&lt;br /&gt;Cumpara-ti o ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;Imparte-o cu un&lt;br /&gt;pofticios. Fii iar&lt;br /&gt;curios. Gaseste&lt;br /&gt;un lucru nou,&lt;br /&gt;ceva frumos,&lt;br /&gt;ceva interesant.&lt;br /&gt;Da-te in leagan.&lt;br /&gt;Citeste o poveste.&lt;br /&gt;Povesteste-o unui&lt;br /&gt;copil. Scrie o poezie.&lt;br /&gt;Daruieste-o “jumatatii” tale.&lt;br /&gt;Stai drept. Sadeste un copac.&lt;br /&gt;Multumeste-le celor de la care ai invatat.&lt;br /&gt;Sadeste si tu un arbore al vietii in inima si sufletul cuiva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-7991553715760455536?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7991553715760455536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=7991553715760455536' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/7991553715760455536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/7991553715760455536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/zambeste-tuturor.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-445791507696718798</id><published>2009-03-20T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:58:48.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damaideparte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eseu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://d.yimg.com/kq/groups/22334314/homepage/name/homepage.jpg?type=sn"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-445791507696718798?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/445791507696718798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=445791507696718798' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/445791507696718798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/445791507696718798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpd.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-7261696096921610428</id><published>2009-02-25T14:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:43:59.623+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie meyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film preferat'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Hmm. ... cred ca de mult nu m-am indragostit la prima vedere ... De Twilight , nu va ganditi la altceva . Un film captivant de care nu poti sa nu devii dependent. Astept cu prea mare nerabdare New Moon, al doilea film realizat din saga Twilight, a autoarei Stephanie Meyer. Despre carte am citit ca este mult mai captivanta decat filmul . We'll see ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-7261696096921610428?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7261696096921610428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=7261696096921610428' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/7261696096921610428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/7261696096921610428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147394678744601975.post-4005938609767052433</id><published>2008-06-22T09:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:40:07.772+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jorge luis borges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invata'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** CUM INVATA OMUL... ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet, si invata ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta, si asa, omul incepe sa invete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca saruturile nu sunt contracte si cadourile nu promisiuni, si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi, si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile bazate in astazi si acum, pentru ca terenul lui "maine" este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri...si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult, pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet, in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-i aduca flori, si invata ca intradevar poate suporta, ca intradevar are forta, ca intradevar e valoros, si omul invata si invata ...si cu fiece zi invata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun, inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale, fara a pretinde sa te schimbe, iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati, si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta, asta pot doar sufletele cu adevarat mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten, e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia nu va mai fi la acceeasi intensitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai,intr-o buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta, nu se va mai repeta niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana, mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret,dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca,asta va determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur, iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare, sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten, dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar din pacate, se invata doar cu timpul..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147394678744601975-4005938609767052433?l=macoveimarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4005938609767052433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147394678744601975&amp;postID=4005938609767052433' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/4005938609767052433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147394678744601975/posts/default/4005938609767052433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macoveimarina.blogspot.com/2008/06/jorge-luis-borges-cum-invata-omul.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05776552137214714440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
