tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69592914322365789392012-02-01T14:12:59.781+02:00tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-6347952915126836092012-02-01T13:56:00.004+02:002012-02-01T14:12:59.787+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">imi aduc aminte de un sat in amurg, de porti sculptate, de cainii latrand isteric pe un drum, de apa ce cadea in micuta cascada, de zilele toride dar minunate, de picnicul de la marginea drumului - cu ness, salam de sibiu si ardei. de vantul de pe plaja mica si de acel somn perfect de pe dealul din vama - aceleasi mii de stele si frigul cel intens. si de senzatia de "la locul lui", totul era imuabil, etern.</span>..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-634795291512683609?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-67202334526024819812012-01-31T17:28:00.002+02:002012-01-31T17:35:40.436+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">singurul moment de nemiscare a valurilor este inghetarea. chiar si atunci, in larg, tumultul este mereu prezent. imi imaginez cum ar fi sa ating valul in nemiscare - si umbra lui proiectata pe faleza...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpZoilqjYS8/TygKEJXRwRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/N70AcFR-gg4/s1600/constanta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpZoilqjYS8/TygKEJXRwRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/N70AcFR-gg4/s320/constanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703819994414039314" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6720233452602481981?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-76010964933429216762012-01-31T08:33:00.005+02:002012-01-31T08:42:59.678+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">cuvintele, alaturare de sunete...sunete care pot rani sau care pot vindeca. o litera langa alta iti ofera abisul sau inaltul. cum putem face astfel incat sunetele pe care le alaturam in noi si in afara noastra sa formeze o lume noua si pura, o lume a soarelui si bunavointei? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7601096493342921676?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-82161580502947760602012-01-28T20:14:00.001+02:002012-01-28T20:15:21.271+02:00<a href="http://youtu.be/EIPw7spGHD4">http://youtu.be/EIPw7spGHD4</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8216158050294776060?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-82717266007315551222012-01-28T08:07:00.002+02:002012-01-28T08:11:09.094+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">este un fenomen unic, de mijloc, firesc, dar aproape intangibil atunci cand derapezi...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8271726600731555122?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-35532414622723099282012-01-27T23:09:00.001+02:002012-01-27T23:11:34.782+02:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;">zapada ce iti scartie sub talpi, noaptea, este atat de straina, atat de eterica, de parca ar veni dintr-o alta lume.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3553241462272309928?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-56490450801032559882012-01-26T14:54:00.002+02:002012-01-26T14:55:10.981+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">in mijlocul viforului si a imparatiei ghetii, uneori, poate aparea o raza de soare:) </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5649045080103255988?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-20795276418397603682012-01-25T07:30:00.001+02:002012-01-25T07:32:59.686+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">intr-o lume rece, alba si autista. fara inceput si fara sfarsit. si, mai ales, fara rost.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2079527641839760368?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-55182222870797191702012-01-23T17:32:00.003+02:002012-01-23T17:38:19.019+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">- drumul ascendent catre soare. azi de dimineata, orbitor, soarele mi-a ranit corneea, brusc. urcand scarile de la metrou. apoi, usor, preumblandu-ma prin el, am uitat de rana, m-am dezmortit usor. am zambit. din nou.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5518222287079719170?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-22454222822607056732012-01-21T12:10:00.000+02:002012-01-21T12:11:25.294+02:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;">(ca in fratii grimm:)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2245422282260705673?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-80319685753095520822012-01-21T08:26:00.002+02:002012-01-21T08:36:58.556+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">s-a intamplat vara trecuta, intr-unul din drumuri. statea sub o umbrela, aproape de intrarea unei manastiri. avea 7 gramajoare de mere. mici, verzi-acrisoare. cu vinisoare rosietice si pe ici-colo, cu gauri de viermi. merele si livada erau acum viata lui. iar viata lui, inconjurata de munti, iarba si vaci, era...liniste.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8031968575309552082?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-1355593185370033182012-01-20T16:38:00.002+02:002012-01-20T16:40:59.347+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">sau o lume artificiala care s-a transformat intr-o lume naturala. sunt 2 ganduri ce s-au impletit prin mine ieri si azi. uitandu-ma la pestii dintr-un acvariu.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-135559318537003318?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-72887416404510200532012-01-18T20:39:00.004+02:002012-01-18T22:16:39.559+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">staza. atunci cand totul ramane imobil, culoarea tuturor lucurilor este </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">albastrul violaceu. ma uit acum la o pagina de calendar cu 2 branduse </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">movuliu albastre, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">cu un pistil incandescent, portocaliu ca de soare </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">(ca o bomboana cubaneza) - e clar ca din pistil se naste primavara...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7288741640451020053?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-46847722345278640892012-01-16T07:53:00.005+02:002012-01-16T08:03:10.656+02:00<div><br /><div><br /><div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>niste aforisme... </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye-xoacPpx0/TxO8s9yWyOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5SzNpp_kL20/s1600/387424_252173741521006_109759299095785_651349_1702254563_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 169px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698105434239846626" border="0" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698106084744929282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SShgxuncd8o/TxO9S1G2oAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hDDD_6lOdgo/s320/396949_252158494855864_109759299095785_651274_1956710743_n.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d88zX1n5GsE/TxO9dqrrwlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SlkA13JJiPA/s1600/386349_249313845140329_109759299095785_644272_1494923671_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698106270925177426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d88zX1n5GsE/TxO9dqrrwlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SlkA13JJiPA/s320/386349_249313845140329_109759299095785_644272_1494923671_n.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4684772234527864089?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-60034632087343575162012-01-15T13:24:00.002+02:002012-01-15T13:28:28.470+02:00<span >e 15 ianuarie iar viata poate fi felurita. poate fi orice. pentru ca e viata si pentru ca nu trebuie sa se justifice in fata noastra. uneori, nu noi o traim pe ea, ci ea ne traieste pe noi.</span><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >sunt intr-un mototol de vata iar totul este estompat. vata este buna, ne cocoloseste si ne tine de cald. vata estompeaza sunetul si raul. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >vata si viata nu sunt acelasi lucru, chiar daca le desparte doar un I...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6003463208734357516?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-78594393781556801562012-01-14T10:12:00.001+02:002012-01-14T10:14:22.295+02:00<span >asta se intampla, zic ei, atunci cand se reaseaza placile. 37 de cutremure de pamant. si alte sute si mii de cutremure in noi....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7859439378155680156?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-66735754226478041722012-01-12T10:51:00.002+02:002012-01-12T10:57:47.272+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">a fost un an foarte bun sau a fost un an foarte rau? a fost un an gol? nu, probabil ca a fost un an al linistii. de aceea poate parea gol. uneori linistea are aparenta aceasta. dar linistea e buna, linistea face lucrurile sa creasca...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6673575422647804172?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-86645536771157072012-01-12T07:58:00.001+02:002012-01-12T08:00:13.448+02:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIVh8Mu1a4Q">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIVh8Mu1a4Q</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8664553677115707?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-51716778043084814492010-11-08T19:00:00.002+02:002010-11-08T19:03:53.850+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">de ce eu nu reusesc sa ma ridic peste umbra alor mei<br />sau<br />cum as putea sa gasesc potrivirile ascunse din cuvintele care nu rimeaza<br />sau<br />infimitatea spiritului meu uneori imi sterge mintea de orice inteles<br />sau<br />viata este<br />sau<br />nimic nu ne poate salva?<br />sau<br />deja a trecut 1 an de cand gutuia a intrat in lumea subpamanteana...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5171677804308481449?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-4318691409016974242010-10-29T00:20:00.000+03:002010-10-29T00:21:09.306+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">mama!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-431869140901697424?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-76560608787746129672010-08-16T14:22:00.001+03:002010-08-16T14:25:15.635+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">nu este la fel de placut ca si mirosul de hruba umeda sau de iarba tunsa. de fapt mirosul de finit nu este placut deloc<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7656060878774612967?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-80913415282437303372010-07-31T10:02:00.002+03:002010-07-31T10:10:07.005+03:00ma uit pe geam si le vad pe ele, gutuile, pufoase si mici inca, ma gandesc la mirosul lor de mai tarziu, inca nu si-au capatat pe deplin personalitatea. e ca un miracol, al doilea an consecutiv in care gutuiul geme de greutatea micilor flori devenite fructe. pesemne asta se trage de la gutuia de sub pamant, e ca o vraja. in acelasi timp ma gandesc la omizi si fluturi si la ce sarac este eterul acum, de cand omoram fara discernamant toate fiintele - nu ai vazut ce rari sunt fluturii alburii si albastrii de care era plina copilaria noastra? cu toate astea sunt intr-o vacanta parca fara rost, ca nicio vacanta pana acum - in continuare cred in acea lege de consolare conform careia ce incepe prost se termina bine. din nefericire m-am reapucat de fumat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8091341528243730337?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-15083523266250499312010-05-08T16:06:00.001+03:002010-05-08T16:07:37.515+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">concluzia fiecaruia, intr-un final, ar trebui sa fie ca "nu conteaza". lumea isi va continua drumul in ciuda oricarei suferinte/traire a individului. pam pam</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1508352326625049931?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-81182425951042088092010-03-10T11:02:00.003+02:002010-03-10T18:41:46.101+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">am scris in mintea mea, de-a lungul timpului in care n-am mai scris aici. cu inflorituri si arabescuri sau zapada grea ca in aceasta iarna perpetua cu brad arome intrebari si lipsa unor repere clare noutati lucruri pe care nu le am mai simtit frica oroare si fluturi.<br /><br />azi e 10 martie si scriu aici - e 2006 insa in mintea mea astept sa te cunosc diseara ce zici ne intalnim in carciumioara?:)<br /><br />la multi ani!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8118242595104208809?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-69683721976418112802009-11-05T20:32:00.002+02:002009-11-05T20:36:36.381+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">au fost ziua si ora cand tata s-a odihnit. pentru si in eternitate. imi raman gandurile, enorme amintiri si poeziile lui. si mai mult decat atat, chipul lui oglindit in mine.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6968372197641811280?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-42799950929241890472009-10-28T13:29:00.002+02:002009-10-28T13:33:32.243+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Cum este ca intr-un bun an o zi sa devina altfel? Fata de cum stiam pana acum ziua de 28 octombrie, ziua mamei...calda, uneori senina, alteori cu zapada, deseori blanda...dar azi e altfel, chiar daca e ziua mamei. e si ziua tatalui meu care sta pe un pat de spital. si nu mai stie cine este. dar noi stim cine este. si va fi. pentru mama, la multi ani. si pentru tata...doar senin in fata lui.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4279995092924189047?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-7390589579316954072009-03-10T14:33:00.001+02:002009-03-10T15:02:45.081+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">la multi ani, noua, senini, fericiti, plini, ai nostri:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-739058957931695407?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-34792766482201223702009-02-09T18:29:00.002+02:002009-02-09T18:38:51.079+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">oamenii au innebunit de tot. criza in toti si in toate. angoase. lucruri mai putin bune si in special rele. agonie. momentul dinaintea primaverii cand totul este impur si gri, sec. pocnind. in suvoaie de jeg mental si spaima. in frici care te apuca de gat si te sugruma - n-ai murit inca? te astept, provoaca-ma, iti zmulg si ultimul zambet din minte si suflet...si ce e mai fun e ca, poate involuntar, ne construim singuri toata aceasta grozavie. vreau sa ii vad pe oameni din nou luminosi. si lucizi. si de neatins.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3479276648220122370?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-25553788125989344172009-02-04T19:54:00.002+02:002009-02-04T19:59:27.045+02:00nu demult fiecare an era destul de plat si bun astfel incat timpul trecea voios pe langa mine. dar nu spuneam eu odata ca e nevoie de un challenge intens pentru a simti ca traiesti? iata ca anul asta si-a aratat indeajuns coltul ascutit si taios, mi-a spus pe sleau care este hopul de trecut. nu am decat sa ma tin tare, ce poate parea rau azi ,maine se va dovedi doar sansa. sansa pentru ceva nou si bun, senin si drag. deci mai discutam despre hop peste maxim 1 luna, 2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2555378812598934417?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-80363560876383070672009-01-21T07:26:00.001+02:002009-01-21T07:29:18.581+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Carmen are blog azi sunt putin absenta carti ce m-au "insemnat" Iarta-l pe Tavi! copacul de hartie e in flacari azi pun fotografii care-i treaba cu planetele? sa fim sau sa nu fim valentine addicted i'm a fucking special thing o noua viziune despre yin si yang 7 "articole" noi adolescenta mea a murit aglomerari in timp hello, this is me! 0 comentarii mai multi oameni decat masini purgatoriul suntem noi liniste o cafea in mijlocul tabloului suntem autisti cu totii by the way ma plimbam... sa fiu patetica again? leoaica simba tata vacanta (de la carmen pornind:) ma mananca talpile AaRON - (Lili) U-turn ... fericirea-i o aripa care vibreaza primavara spre vara de ce nu mai simtim la fel? mare, munte, soare, ploaie...happy o casa pentru linistea dvs.:) micile placeri ale vietii despre rezervorul de fericire inca ceva... cu tunet si tumult vin in lume de la an la an in fuga masinii nu am mai avut chef dulcele far niente... stare de nemultumire troleul 97 relaxare de sambata seara din amintiri vama zburand prin nisip sentimentul de "acasa" aseara discutam cu andrei 6:19 cea mai mica gaura neagra nu am crezut niciodata cum simt toamna dileme cearta de melodie unghia mare adaugire 1 din 4 persoane va avea probleme psihice printre capitze ma intreb not for everyone... durerea mama Pogo cauta caldurica perioada asta ireal si apoi soarele rece animalul muzical as vrea... inca 20 de minute bradutz e acasa aproape in ajun 2009 zapada orasul gol jurnal din fotografii intru adormire <strong>1 an</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8036356087638307067?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-91617474880999478522009-01-20T12:44:00.003+02:002009-01-20T12:49:32.522+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">ii spuneam ieri prietenei mele ca exista un sezon esoteric pe care omenirea l-a uitat. ca undeva si mai ales candva exista un timp pentru introspectie - un moment pentru evolutie. atunci cand timpul de afara nu te mai solicita, oamenii hibernau in mintea lor, pentru a se trezi mai intelepti, mai vii. acum solicitarile exterioare au devenit continue, avem acelasi program indiferent de vreme, suntem mereu egali. timpul pentru gandul de la gura sobei a trecut demult...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-9161747488099947852?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-49575515072976646732009-01-16T12:02:00.006+02:002009-01-16T12:15:58.659+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">cel mai eficient si la indemana jurnal modern este jurnalul compus din fotografii. acolo se afla trecutul tau. aproape viu. imi place uneori sa ma uit in el si sa imi aduc aminte ce am facut in aceeasi zi din alt an trecut. ne place sa ne arhivam viata:) ce afirmatie ciudata este asta...<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SXBeSrj9esI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7teOXvxElUc/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SXBeSrj9esI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7teOXvxElUc/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291833237184543426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4957551507297664673?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-2353269743724497982009-01-14T11:10:00.002+02:002009-01-14T11:14:50.045+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">am senzatia ca orasul asta este gol. iarna. cand copacii sunt si ei goi. imi imaginez frunzele in stadiu de increat asteptand caldura pentru a se dezvalui. imi aduc aminte cum anul trecut am fost atenta la fiecare mugur pocnit. pana cand orasul a revenit la viata.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-235326974372449798?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-56757832384414264062009-01-09T10:55:00.001+02:002009-01-09T10:58:04.452+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">bucurie cu fulgi, ieri, prima nea de anul acesta, primul strai alb al pamantului acoperind frunzele cazute toamna. ne-am bulgarit un pic si am simtit un rece cald alunecand pe piele. prima zapada e cea mai frumoasa dintre zapezi.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5675783238441426406?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-43967818759693340132009-01-02T10:07:00.002+02:002009-01-02T10:11:15.345+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">cel mai greu este momentul in care, la fiecare inceput de an, incerci sa ti-l imaginezi integral, ce va veni, cum va fi, ce se va intampla. este o abordare gresita. sau este buna in masura in care exista o linie directoare si atat. in rest, trebuie sa o iei incet, pe bucatele, sa negociezi fiecare moment la timpul lui. asa ca sa nu ne speriem, vom lua lucrurile in asa fel incat sa le putem digera, fara pretentii prea mari si fara sa disperam. La multi ani!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4396781875969334013?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-79869396182261438702008-12-24T13:02:00.002+02:002008-12-24T13:11:24.485+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">este aproape craciun. este aproape momentul in care ar trebui sa simtim. imi aduc aminte acele momente de inaltare pe care le traiam cand eram copil. acum e doar bucuria de a fi langa familia mea, fericirea de a-i vedea pe ei fericiti macar pentru o clipa. cred ca sunt putin anapoda: de obicei copii simt sarbatoarea mai mercantil, mai aproape de real. iar atunci cand cresti ar trebui sa te apropii de alte simboluri, mai profunde. la mine a functionat invers: atunci eram o exaltata, acum sunt doar un om mare prea normal, pentru care craciunul inseamna familie, cozonac, verde brad, liniste, dar fara nimic mistic - sau.... speranta mea ramane ca si linistea de craciun are acel ceva mistic. si impachetatul cadourilor. si mirosul de cozonac. si, mai ales, familia mea...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7986939618226143870?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-75832146115716640922008-12-22T09:16:00.002+02:002008-12-22T09:20:23.630+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">ieri l-am gasit. cand l-am vazut, amandoi am stiut ca e el. sentimentul asta de "iata-l" este asemanator unei revelatii si, din fericire, este o simtire ce vine inca din copilarie. un lucru pastrat din multe alte lucruri frumoase ce s-au estompat in timp. bradutz e acasa si e minunat, i-am cantat ca atunci cand eram mica. bine ai venit:)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7583214611571664092?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-52255387842655590482008-12-19T17:09:00.002+02:002008-12-19T17:10:07.733+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">timpul care imi sta in cale, mai e putin, pot sa miros aglomeratia dar si zilele de loisir ce ma asteapta<br /><br />sarbatori fericite:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5225538784265559048?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-59327295733836476182008-12-18T11:19:00.003+02:002008-12-18T11:25:19.897+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">sa intru in ritmul sarbatorilor, sa aud colinde, sa ma bucur de nuci si de zapada, sa ii aruncam pe sasha si deizi in omat si sa radem de incercarea lor de a intra din nou in casa (nu sunt sadica dar sunt atat de haiosi ca nu ma pot opri sa ma gandesc la asta), sa punem luminitze rosii la geam, in casa sa miroasa a cozonac, in ochi sa avem mult drag, in palma sa tinem globuri, in mine sa fie fericire. dar sunt inca aici, incarcerata, cu un monitor stupid in fata, cu dor de libertate. poate maine...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5932729573383647618?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-72347232364668259302008-11-29T00:48:00.002+02:002008-11-29T00:55:05.531+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">orice am crede noi despre noi insine - oamenii ca specie - cateva lucruri sunt pretty obvious: inainte de a fi homo sapiens trebuie sa fim homo ludens. apoi sunt homo musicale sau cum s-o numi el, acest lucru din noi care rezoneaza atat de bine in sunete armonice sau dizarmonice. este acea parte a fiintei nostre care vibreaza odata cu basul din boxa. sau cum poate fi explicata posibilitatea ca muzica sa iti schimbe starea, spiritul? sau cum poti gandi altfel cand asculti anumite lucruri? sau cum poti sa te opresti la o singura muzica, fara sa mai descoperi si altceva? uneori sunt homo musicale, alteori uit de mine...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7234723236466825930?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-18217392860060276502008-11-21T09:07:00.001+02:002008-11-21T09:08:20.132+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">cum poate exista ceva mai dur si mai indepartat decat un soare rece?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1821739286006027650?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-26799684365319053542008-11-18T11:40:00.002+02:002008-11-18T11:47:18.802+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">azi am mai trait un gand - vechi si ultravehiculat si arhiexplicat si deja futil si demonetizat: suntem fragili. si totusi nu pot sa nu compar oamenii cu sobolanii. banuiesc ca am rezista oricarui lucru grav, pur si simplu ne-am adapta. cred ca suntem construiti din fragmente de posibilitati, din demersurile anterioare prin care ne-am adaptat unei situatii limita.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2679968436531905354?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-5870404110097855282008-11-18T11:32:00.002+02:002008-11-18T11:38:57.357+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">in jurul meu irealul si-a atins masa critica. uneori ajung sa exist in exteriorul meu, mi se pare ca ma aflu in suspensie deasupra lucrurilor ce sunt in desfasurare. ca prin vis ar putea fi o descriere la obiect. bizar sentiment de dualitate. dar presupun ca toti trecem prin senzatia asta de rarefiere a sinelui. sau nu?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-587040411009785528?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-81027395874012566182008-11-12T12:28:00.002+02:002008-11-12T12:28:53.376+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">sunt obosita. nu am chef sa scriu in perioada asta. revin...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8102739587401256618?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-29308682748560792082008-10-29T12:21:00.003+02:002008-10-29T12:41:57.237+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">ma cheama Pogo, ma simt ambivalent, traiesc in alb si negru si as vrea sa mi se deschida in cale un univers multicolor de iubire si rasfat, de ghidusii si zambete pisicesti. caut o casa si un stapan - nu am nevoie decat de putina companie si cate un gand bun pe care sa il asimilez in timpul zilei, cat timp tu esti plecat la serviciu. si iti pot oferi la schimb companie, tors, masaj si alte lucruri de pisica. ia-ma acasa te rooooggggg</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9w5HjiPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TsPCY5MZyN4/s1600-h/350D+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9w5HjiPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TsPCY5MZyN4/s200/350D+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524074757949682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wslt6qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_cIBMPD-7bk/s1600-h/350D+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wslt6qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_cIBMPD-7bk/s200/350D+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524071394798242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wY__WnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7XoCui0aVSw/s1600-h/350D+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wY__WnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7XoCui0aVSw/s200/350D+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524066136283762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wfJ7K6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZMkwYOMB4Uo/s1600-h/350D+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SQg9wfJ7K6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZMkwYOMB4Uo/s200/350D+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524067788565410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2930868274856079208?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-64685322900764037862008-10-28T10:39:00.002+02:002008-10-28T10:43:58.705+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">zambet ras desene povesti mustrari floare vara si toamna vis leagan scoica hranire tumult zbucium planset curcubeu muzica soapta mangaiere dulceata de visine dupa somnul de pranz degetul mare de la picior criza liniste brate dragoste suflet mama este tot in tot in toti in toate mereu mama mea la multi ani langa mine noi<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6468532290076403786?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-25085037365157674092008-10-21T08:11:00.002+03:002008-10-21T08:19:35.322+03:00este adevarat, fiecare dintre noi este plin de frica la ideea de durere. eu mai abitir, urasc durerea de orice fel, pshica sau fizica. cel mai minunat moment al vietii este momentul in care dispare durerea, de orice tip ar fi ea. prin comparatie cu momentul de nedurere, simt fericirea. si bucuria de a nu mai suferi. dupa 1 saptamana de durere drastica si 1 zi de durere sora cu nebunia, am reusit sa scap. ieri. am fost pur si simplu fericita. si pana si in dimineata asta m-am trezit cu o stare de mirare - ce bine e sa nu te doara nimic:). ma simt cumva renascuta. in cinstea nedurerii..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2508503736515767409?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-23512605471738221672008-10-16T12:40:00.002+03:002008-10-16T12:45:17.406+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">...si de data asta nici pentru noi. am fost aseara la thievery corporation. locatia a fost dezastruoasa pentru genul asta de concert. apoi, nu am rezonat deloc cu ce s-a intamplat pe scena. mda, sa ma incred in instinct, clar:) daca nu simt prea multe pentru ceva, de ce sa imi pierd timpul cu asta? de data viitoare asa o sa fac;)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2351260547173822167?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-32643403299937789132008-10-14T12:19:00.003+03:002008-10-29T14:28:37.247+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">ceva stupid de altfel: de cand a inceput sa nu ne mai pese deloc de ceilalti? sa nu ne intereseze decat persoana noastra? adik e normal pana la un punct, suntem animale individualiste dar in unele circumstante trebuie sa ne gandim cum ii lezeaza pe ceilalti urmarirea intereselor noastre si atat. de ex: mai bine devenim adeptii unei gandiri tot egoiste dar cu urmari pozitive: nu-i face altuia ce nu ti-ar placea tie sau in varianta pozitiva poarta-te cu ceilalti asa cum ai vrea sa se poarte si ei cu tine. e atat de greu?<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3264340329993778913?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-47794698207769895472008-10-06T08:13:00.004+03:002008-10-06T13:16:30.484+03:00weekend-ul asta am fost la toma la botez, un copil fain si linistit. la deva. bobalna. am mers printre capitze. stateau frumos aliniate in curti, pe dealuri, coame enorme de iarba uscata. mereu mi se pare ca fiecare capitza are o poveste si adaposteste un univers. si mereu le aseman cu niste ciobani incovoiati de vreme. cu toate ca imi plac de la distanta, numai gandul ca as putea sa ma arunc intr-una ma infioara. oare chiriasul cel mai de seama al capitei este paianjenul? mai bine raman la admiratia rece de la minim 10 metri:) si la poze.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SOnlQ9Kld9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/rNytgPLLQgo/s1600-h/DSCF6554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SOnlQ9Kld9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/rNytgPLLQgo/s200/DSCF6554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253982519764023250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4779469820776989547?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-20880529244766815602008-10-03T09:06:00.002+03:002008-10-03T09:09:55.094+03:00de aceea am sustinut mereu ca fiecare are doza lui de nebunie. si incecand sa o ascuzi de ceilalti ajungi la scindarea propriei personalitati de unde si cazurile de schizofrenie, depresie...so, mai bine sa ne recunoastem ciudatenia si sa ne ferim de lucruri mai rele :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2088052924476681560?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-28590538703381366292008-09-28T18:35:00.003+03:002008-09-28T18:40:55.194+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">oricum am vazut cateva pisici frumoase sambata la targ. mi-a fost mila de ele, asa cum stateau triste in custile lor. pisica nu este un animal de cusca, clar. ii stirbeste din frumusete. si nici macar viclene nu mai par a fi.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2859053870338136629?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-9288210154572429002008-09-28T18:29:00.003+03:002008-09-28T18:40:06.699+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">cred ca cel mai hidos lucru, pe langa unghia lasata mare la degetul mic al mainii, este sa vezi o gigantica, infloritoare, hidoasa unghie lunga ce apartine degetului mare de la picior. lunga de 2 cm. si rosie, ca o gura ce se casca avid direct pe trotuar. carnivora. i hate unghie lunga la picior. si daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, urasc unghiile lungi, chiar daca-mi doream asa ceva cand eram mica.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-928821015457242900?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-73958856659221216962008-09-19T11:09:00.002+03:002008-09-19T11:14:05.841+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">cea mai recenta cearta a noastra a fost legata de...melodie:) melodia noastra. eu credeam ca avem, andrei nu stie de ea. so, pueril sau nu, as vrea si eu sa aflu cum devine o melodie semnificativa pentru 2: pentru ca a insemnat ceva in istoricul cuplului? sau: ea/el a decis ca e faina si atunci i-a comunicat lui/ei - au supus la vot si gata. sau??? as avea nevoie de niste raspunsuri la prima intrebare. si a doua/treia intrebare: voi aveti melodia voastra? e esential acest lucru sau e un moft? thx<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7395885665922121696?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-36839083303468513352008-09-16T13:24:00.003+03:002008-09-16T13:33:53.932+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">aseara am vizionat pentru prima data un film 3D. interesant si chiar dragutz (m-am speriat de vreo 2 ori, animalul din noi proceseaza mai rapid decat partea rationala:).<br />apoi, vorbind cu andrei, am ajuns sa reprezentam 2 tabere adverse: eu - traditionalist, andrei - futuristul:). eu sunt pro interactiune reala, umana, cu toate plusurile si minusurile ce decurg de aici. andrei asteapta ca realitatea virtuala sa se dezvolte si sa stam tot timpul cu capul legat la tot felul de senzori. si sa interactionam mediat. chiar sunt reticenta, da. huh, poate cu oameni ca mine nu am mai fi evoluat tehnic niciodata. mai stii?:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3683908330346851335?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-62019661734714408192008-09-12T07:43:00.002+03:002008-09-12T07:48:41.326+03:00mi se pare sau nu, de multe ori toamna este un anotimp insinuant. vine pe nesimtite, incet, fara multa galagie - ca anul acesta. la inceput, singura diferenta sta in dimineti si seri. le vezi cum se racesc cu pasi micutzi. ca azi. as putea jura ca e vara numai ca picioarele deja mi-au inghetat in curte. evident, a venit toamna cand o asteptam mai putin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6201966173471440819?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-81858240469782396392008-09-11T09:30:00.000+03:002008-09-11T09:31:05.983+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">ca am sa ajung sa ma bucur intr-atat cand infloreste trandafirul japonez</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8185824046978239639?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-24916739427419772292008-09-09T08:43:00.002+03:002008-09-09T08:52:48.130+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">omenirea a luat-o razna. asta nu e o afirmatie noua insa este recent confirmata. maine va fi pornita morisca unui nou experiment - cu ce ne jucam noi astazi copii? noi astazi ne propunem sa recream big bang-ul si sa ne jucam putin cu mica gaura neagra ce se va ivi...si eu nu pot sa nu ma intreb de ce? oare big bang-ul nu a fost acel inceput de neinteles si unic pe care nu are sens sa il mai creezi inca o data? oare de fapt nu este o musamalizare a unui alt experiment - asa cum sustinea andrei aseara? de ce sa risti integritatea tuturor doar pentru putina "materie neagra"? in 4 ani pamantul s-ar putea sa fie inghitit de gaura hada si neagra. pun pariu ca nu vom stii de aparitia acesteia daca s-ar intampla...2012. nice. poate aveau si maiasii dreptate</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2491673942741977229?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-71542116606261818702008-09-05T18:18:00.001+03:002008-09-05T18:20:47.168+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">mi-e dor de o tigara de foi fumata impreuna cu o cafea la filtru in piata sfatului. sa privim amandoi la porumbei si la vechile povesti care inca umbla pe caldaram.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7154211660626181870?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-34887931759357079142008-09-03T16:46:00.003+03:002008-09-03T16:51:36.078+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">despre niste concepte total bizare: infinit, nimic, Dumnezeu, reincarnare si alte teorii ale starilor sufletului. ideea de baza insa ramane: cum ar putea o minte finita sa gandeasca lucruri infinite? am putea spune ca putem sa le intuim macar? filosofie fumata: tot ce stiu e ca nu stiu nimic ...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3488793175935707914?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-45875544539485807362008-09-01T17:00:00.002+03:002008-09-01T17:06:27.604+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">cel mai bine e cand te bucuri ca ajungi acasa. cel mai placut sentiment este cel de "acasa". este senzatia de apartenenta si ideea de imuabil. acasa e un cuvant minunat care habar n-am de unde vine si cum a fost compus. ma inclin sentimentului de "acasa"<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4587554453948580736?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-10453641136975324732008-09-01T07:41:00.004+03:002008-09-01T11:01:49.472+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1B2YeZPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5gl0nemBzG0/s1600-h/DSCF5830.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911266014192882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1B2YeZPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5gl0nemBzG0/s200/DSCF5830.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CA2Uk1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/D37rjYCV6aQ/s1600-h/DSCF5894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911268823733074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CA2Uk1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/D37rjYCV6aQ/s200/DSCF5894.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CdGpsLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PLwhvUssKrQ/s1600-h/DSCF5946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911276408418482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CdGpsLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PLwhvUssKrQ/s200/DSCF5946.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CjBZq1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bm49AGM6BVs/s1600-h/DSCF5835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911277997009746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1CjBZq1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bm49AGM6BVs/s200/DSCF5835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1C2WSpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHhEs9LnSuA/s1600-h/DSCF5926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911283184903506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLt1C2WSpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHhEs9LnSuA/s200/DSCF5926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>weekendul asta a fost vama. si a fost ceva mai mult decat soare - am vazut pescarusii inotand prin norii de nisip. am "imbatranit" in timp record. praful umpluse toate ungherele corpului nostru, toate imaginile din ochiul nostru. dar cu toate astea am simtit o mare bucurie de a nu trai numai clasicul "soare/plaja/masa". vama a fost frumoasa weekendul asta. si capricioasa...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1045364113697532473?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-15411468432622635132008-08-29T08:38:00.004+03:002008-08-29T10:45:24.663+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMnwPjGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/tAsF06Hqhwk/s1600-h/DSCF5265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811306061765346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMnwPjGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/tAsF06Hqhwk/s200/DSCF5265.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">clasica "la masa" - fara mancare si cu happiness</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMoZrEVKI/AAAAAAAAADg/URF8GUYrOws/s1600-h/DSCF4679.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811317183042722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMoZrEVKI/AAAAAAAAADg/URF8GUYrOws/s200/DSCF4679.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> doar o frantura de albastru </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMo09YbCI/AAAAAAAAADo/4sayHk4MQjE/s1600-h/DSCF4449.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811324507614242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMo09YbCI/AAAAAAAAADo/4sayHk4MQjE/s200/DSCF4449.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> cadavre de arici de mare in ipostaze inedite</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMpaa4XLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3bGhNOtVrUg/s1600-h/DSCF4616.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811334563454130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SLeMpaa4XLI/AAAAAAAAADw/3bGhNOtVrUg/s200/DSCF4616.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> lumina calda picurand in apa</span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1541146843262263513?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-76766297166117193952008-08-25T10:35:00.002+03:002008-08-25T10:44:28.404+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">sambata am avut chef de duca. mai intai am fost pana la ruse, sa luam pranzul. am mancat la happy, am plecat happy. servire faina, mancare ochioasa si gustoasa. parca a meritat taxa de pod si vigneta de la bulgari. apoi, pe seara, am zis ca am putea sa o luam pe carmen si sa ne bem cafeaua la munte, la marmote. eram fericita ca ne sustragem iarasi bucurestiului incins si deprimant. so, zis si facut, ne-am luat talpasita plini de sperante si veselie. ne-a trecut rapid starea de euforie. aglomerat. zeci de masini. exod. apoi accidentele: doua, primul grav, salvari, sirene, oameni in fata curtilor - se intampla un eveniment de insemnatate in satul lor, murisera oameni...telefoane. oameni in pijama. agitatie. deja ne invaluia dorinta de a ne intoarce. apoi centura ploiestiului. semafoare. 30 de minute. fuck. ne-am hotarat sa gasim o terasa in ploiesti, era deja 23. mmm, ploiestiul se distra. un concert. faza frumoasa a serii: un spectacol de artificii chiar deasupra capului nostru, explozii de lumina, feerie. apoi faza de kkt a serii: terasa unde au vrut sa ne traga in piept cand am cerut nota de plata. scandal. nervi. dar am avut subiect de discutie in drum spre casa: serviciile la romani - scandalos. si uite asa a trecut ziua de sambata. data viitoare o sa fim in vama. oare acolo ce ne mai asteapta?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7676629716611719395?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-19052853889391125352008-08-22T10:54:00.002+03:002008-08-22T11:22:45.829+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">uneori, dimineata, spre serviciu, ma imbarc in troleul 97. tot uneori ma mir cat de pestrita e lumea. cred ca fiecare numar de masina/troleu/tramvai are musterii ei, in functie de zona din care care se "umple" de oameni. de ex 60% din fauna din 97 sunt tigani. la un moment dat imi spuneam ca asta demonstreaza ca tiganii sunt mai numerosi decat romanii. apoi 5% au probleme psihice. vorbesc singuri, canta, traiesc in universul lor. cel putin 30% sunt taranoii - acel hibrid intre taran si orasean, care in dorinta de a-si interioriza universul orasului, renunta la universul lor traditional. astfel nu mai au repere, devenind un specimen mostruos si plin de sclipici. apoi..cat a mai ramas? 5%? ok, 5% exprima o diversitate mai cuminte in care ma incadrez si eu. in cadrul careia fiecare alege sa se exprime personal. acesti 5% nu se inscriu intr-un tipar (i wish:)). habar n-am dar e atat de eterogen orasul asta k ma sperie...uneori<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1905285388939112535?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-35392748088800446712008-08-18T16:30:00.002+03:002008-08-18T16:34:17.631+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">doua dorinte: sa fie ieri macar. sa fie vacanta iar. dar se pare ca sacul cu vacanta s-a golit pe anul asta, cel putin pana la cea de iarna. cum a fost? huh, mult prea bine... pana si huzureala apatica in miezul incins al verii, in curticica sau in living, a fost geniala. o sa revin cu poze si comentarii dar acum sunt mult prea plina de nemultumire pentru a mai continua:(<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3539274808880044671?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-82681254613864209542008-07-30T08:26:00.003+03:002008-07-30T08:35:12.033+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">...care de fapt nici nu exista. de fiecare data cand imi propun sa nu fac nimic ajung sa fac mai multe decat in mod uzual. dar cel mai placut e sa faci lucrurile atunci cand poti sa nu le faci - asta inseamna ca nu esti conditionat de nimic, le faci pentru ca iti doresti asta. asa si cu mine, cu noi, in aceste prime zile de vacanta. ramasese vorba ca ne odihnim. nu am apucat, pana si ora de trezire din ultimul timp a fost in medie 7 dimineata. dar stresul actual il simt ca fiind pozitiv. nu este fugareala de acum o saptamana. sau este, dar in alta forma, pe care pot sa o diger si sa o accept.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">haha ascult si ce spun astia la televizior acum:)) intrebare catre niste gagici: care este atuul vostru? r: atuul nostru este ca suntem frumoase:)) mda, frumusetea scuza toata prostia in ziua de azi, sa jubilam pentru asta</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">maine plecam spre marea egee, poimaine o sa ne lafaim pe plaja langa toti elinii vechi si noi. si o sa bucuram ochii cu muntele Athos si cu fructele de mare ce vin pe platouri gigantice:)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8268125461386420954?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-6867718976306395862008-07-25T10:14:00.004+03:002008-07-30T08:25:29.638+03:00<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">chestia asta cu oboseala mentala...cred ca sunt anumite momente in care un om poate scrie: deprimare crunta, fericire maxima sau liniste interioara. Cand ajungi sa te istovesti complet in ridicolul ce dureaza de la 10 la 19 zilnic nu mai ai niciun chef de scris. Tot ce iti doresti esti sa ajungi acasa si sa te relaxezi un pic. 2-3 ore de spalat pe creier pentru a o lua de la capat a doua zi. Mmmm, e putin grava chestia asta sau poate e grav ca simt asa - probabil mi se ia de meseria asta?<br /><br />Azi iau vacanta:) peste o saptamana o sa ne intalnim cu calamarul si cu pestisorul argintiu. o sa purtam o discutie inteligenta cu ei, pe sub apa. o sa ne salutam, nu ne-am mai vazut de mult, ne era dor de voi:) i am happy<br /><br />si ieri...am primit cel mai minunat buchet de flori de la andrei...:) </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> </div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228673852545032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SI_7KotR4ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/66wsoMskm7I/s200/DSCF4166.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-686771897630639586?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-36606422287886134612008-06-16T12:10:00.002+03:002008-06-17T11:03:06.565+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">a trecut ceva timp de cand nu am mai fost pe aici. s-au intamplat ceva lucruri intre timp. de exemplu un tur de forta prin budapesta si viena. concluzia este: nu avem istorie, ea a fost stearsa odata cu demolarea cladirilor vechi. nu excelam in nimic. nici macar in politete. putem compensa? da, dar ne trebuie un vizionar. care sa ne ghideze. daca nu avem istorie, putem avea viitor. cum ar arata un bucuresti futurist? sau un bucuresti cu toate aceste blocuri comuniste si uniforme pictate. sa fie bucuresti - orasul picturilor. huh, probabil ca e imposibil sa facem asta...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3660642228788613461?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-63078189973095240162008-05-27T18:23:00.002+03:002008-05-27T18:30:56.681+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">a fost ziua lui andrei sambata. desigur ca am petrecut impreuna cu prietenii nostri la un gratar. a fost fun. duminica am descarcat pozele. ma uitam comparativ la pozele din anii trecuti. noi toti suntem foarte frumosi. noi si prietenii nostri. intrebarea care mi s-a ivit: oare nu mi se pare pare ca suntem frumosi pentru ca avem aceleasi tipare mentale (in mare)? oare cineva dinafara ne percepe altfel? dar, cum mai spuneam, nici nu conteaza. important este ce simtim noi. si suntem misto:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6307818997309524016?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-21905552931416651772008-05-23T14:58:00.002+03:002008-05-23T15:04:35.977+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">ma spala ploaia asta ce cade ca o perdea. valul greu de pe creier imi dispare. si tunetul asta vibrant imi ridica pielea. atat de mult imi place furtuna neagra si soarele de dupa incat nu as putea fi niciodata intreaga in lipsa lor. de abia astept sa vina vara si sa pot calca desculta prin stropii grei. macar in curte. sa stam amandoi pe scaune si sa ne imbatam pielea cu tonele de apa:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2190555293141665177?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-92086611918485753192008-05-16T12:04:00.000+03:002008-05-16T12:05:45.266+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">astazi ar fi fost ziua lui Hanne. ce straniu...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-9208661191848575319?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-58474496078704827442008-05-16T11:53:00.002+03:002008-05-16T12:04:11.984+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">este o teorie la care m-am gandit cu o luna si ceva in urma. o sa o scriu aici pentru a nu o pierde. evident, poate ca nu m-am gandit eu pentru prima oara la ea, am mai spus ca ideile sunt mereu reciclate de mintile oamenilor.<br /><br />asa cum ii spuneam lui carmen (care m-a contrazis, de altfel:), fericirea nu este nelimitata in lume. ea exista intr-o anumita cantitate. astfel, niciodata fericirea nu va avea cum sa invadeze sufletele tuturor ce respira in acest moment.in acelasi timp, ea nu este statica - circula. de la mine la tine, de la tine la altul. azi, sau luna asta, eu posed fericirea, dupa care ea porneste nevazuta catre altcineva.<br /><br />Ma simt un pic generoasa si ma simt mai usoara atunci cand sunt in kkt daca ma gandesc ca nefericirea mea:<br />1. nu poate sa dureze foarte mult deoarece, tinand cont de teorie, la un moment dat se va intoarce la mine starea de bine.<br />2. pentru ca as putea sa gandesc ca nefericirea mea inseamna fericirea altuia, poate a unui om care pentru foarte mult timp a stat in depresie si teama.<br /><br />So, decat sa va scufundati in sentimentul de nefericire, mai bine ganditi ca acesta se va termina in curand. Si ca oferiti altuia momentul de bucurie de care avea atata nevoie.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5847449607870482744?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-33924372424677824682008-05-12T12:07:00.002+03:002008-05-12T12:13:44.496+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">stateam ieri in curte si vorbeam despre aceste mici lucruri. cum ar fi: sa deschizi sezonul pentru curte. sa faci un gratar. sa fie soare. sa vezi pisicile cum cutreiera prin iarba inalta. sa vorbesti vrute si nevrute. astea-s doar legate de ritualul curtii:) lucrurile mici ne fac mari. ne cresc interior. pana simtim linistea. chiar si melcii ce fac concursuri pe zidul din fata iti dau o stare catifelata.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3392437242467782468?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-57218114993425027832008-05-06T17:05:00.003+03:002008-05-06T17:17:40.956+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">va prezentam o casa pe langa mosilor. demolabila. terenul conteaza si proiectia a ce ati putea face acolo. aveti link-ul anuntului - pentru detalii. daca aveti cunostinte/amici/prieteni interesati oferim recompensa:)<br /><br />thx<br /><br />http://www.anunturiimobiliare.ro/detail.php?siteid=5428848<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5721811499342502783?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-709342963090610012008-05-05T14:08:00.002+03:002008-05-05T14:18:35.142+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">inca mai am nisip in pantofi. si o rapana sparta pe birou, langa pietrele de anul trecut. mai e si norul de furtuna ce parca inca ne mai urmareste, putin amenintator. dar cel mai frumos nor l-am vazut cand am ajuns amandoi la plaja mica. apa verzuie, cerul gri amestecat si nisipul cu gauri mici lasate de urma valului. eu prin apa ghetar, andrei facand poze. si pasarea mica ce cauta larve pitice pe langa pietrele spalate de val. si liniste, doar tunetul ce mugea uneori departe in apa. in astfel de momente, clipa devine nemurire.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-70934296309061001?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-9129830899858336762008-04-23T18:23:00.003+03:002008-04-23T18:30:04.165+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">erau alte senzatii atunci cand se apropiau sarbatorile, atunci cand aveam o varsta frageda. sunt plina de recunostinta si acum ca voi putea fi cu cei pe care ii iubesc si imi umplu viata de fericire, ca ne vom bucura impreuna de putina liniste, vom respira aer de sarbatoare. dar parca a disparut bucatica de divinitate a sarbatorilor. sunt minunate si foarte pamantesti acum. probabil pentru ca mintea noastra de oameni mari este atat de acaparata de tot ce tine de moment incat nu ne-o mai putem pregati pentru mai mult. as vrea sa simtim amandoi fiorul si realitatea invierii. as vrea sa simtim cu totii asta. Paste Luminat!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-912983089985833676?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-81818325756882537652008-04-22T18:31:00.004+03:002008-04-22T18:36:19.719+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">prima furtuna spre vara. parul mi s-a ridicat pe corp, electrizat. furtuna purificatoare. deja a spalat tot raul din lume. traim intr-o lume noua si frumoasa acum:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8181832575688253765?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-28160537847114360622008-04-21T11:00:00.002+03:002008-04-21T11:03:07.968+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">de cate ori simti ca esti fericit in viata? nu multumit. fericit. uneori as vrea sa strang fericirea in pumn si sa nu ii mai dau drumul niciodata:)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2816053784711436062?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-9649188502713083832008-04-19T11:42:00.001+03:002008-04-19T11:42:32.041+03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/AcKx8P3bqD4' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AcKx8P3bqD4'/></object></p><p>cantecul asta...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-964918850271308383?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-14682754164486475002008-04-18T17:32:00.002+03:002008-04-18T17:36:55.504+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">de drum. sa se astearna in fata un suvoi de asfalt. sa stii ca acolo unde se termina drumul te asteapta marea senina. si plaja mica. probabil ca e inundata acum. sau mai stii? poate anul asta s-a retras apa. surprinzatoarea plaja mica. si poate sa fie si luna plina. chiar daca ar insemna ca stelele s-ar ascunde in cer.<br /><br />dar drumul pana acolo conteaza. si benzinaria. cafeaua la sticla. si ciocolata cu rom.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1468275416448647500?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-84644722941387216872008-04-18T15:45:00.002+03:002008-04-18T15:49:12.955+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">a pus carmen poze pe blog. cu gandul la vacanta fiind. cu gandul la vacanta ma duc si eu. imi doresc o vacanta asa cum trebuie sa fie una. exact la fel ca cea de anul trecut.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8464472294138721687?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-3052618279350669682008-04-17T12:05:00.003+03:002008-04-17T18:16:12.868+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">se apropie ziua tatei. am ascultat sambata cantecul lui dan iliescu (timpuri noi) si am plans din nou. nu pot sa gandesc un moment in care tata nu ar mai exista fizic. asa cum e el, cu frumos si urat. cu genialitate. cu mediocritate. il iubesc pe tata. nu stiu daca le-am spus vreodata parintilor mei cat ii iubesc. si cat inseamna.<br /><br />o sa ma duc la carturesti azi. sa ma plimb printre carti. sa ii aleg cadoul. am pus ochii pe un caiet legat in piele. cu hartie ingalbenita. pentru ca tata sa isi scrie poeziile. si sa ramana pentru totdeauna printre randurile tiparite. si in mine...<br /><br />la multi ani fericiti, tata!<br /><br /><br /></span><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa8fc141f0f86efc" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa8fc141f0f86efc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330282532%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537E79CE8A61FF7FB85F42C4BFA383C295BD53FC.154AB0A85A0BF7AA29986E1B4E4F1B29D1C47CAF%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa8fc141f0f86efc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7K7OkmrhRUvNUqSfgYUrUiA3oXc&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-305261827935066968?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-41353032928271517432008-04-16T14:30:00.005+03:002008-04-17T03:04:42.829+03:00<div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SAaM0sEKUmI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXlxCbu20bE/s1600-h/STA60112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189990457400775266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SAaM0sEKUmI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXlxCbu20bE/s320/STA60112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SAaMQsEKUkI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMvgVROUzZY/s1600-h/STA60113.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">o cunosc pe leoaica simba. era un pui superb, acum 2 ani, la mare. i-am mangaiat blana aspra si am ramas cu doua fotografii. plangandu-i soarta in acelasi timp. dupa care am mancat chiurtosi pe faleza. si vata de zahar. intr-o noapte torida, superba, cu miros de alge.<br /><br />leoaica simba are acum 2 ani. a fost gasita la pietrosita, in curtea unei case, intretinandu-si de dupa un gard metalic oaspetii umani. probabil ca este deja obisnuita.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SAaTxMEKUoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UAyWoAmtObg/s1600-h/STA60144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189998093852627586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/SAaTxMEKUoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UAyWoAmtObg/s200/STA60144.JPG" width="137" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">azi, pe cer, norii aveau forme ciudate. de parca mii de animale pluteau in vant.<br /></div></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-4135303292827151743?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-56656513309732236912008-04-15T11:08:00.003+03:002008-04-16T11:02:40.850+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">nu stiu, dar cand stau si fumez la bucatarie, sticla ferestrei musteste de lacrimile norilor...urasc ploaia asta ce parca s-a metamorfozat in eternitate<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5665651330973223691?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-17773244405059233682008-04-11T15:52:00.003+03:002008-04-11T15:57:08.179+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">pe strada, prin zgomote de santier, praf, oameni grabiti cand mi-a suras dintr-o curte. era el, asa cum il iubeam in fiecare an, mai viu decat a fost vreodata si mai frumos mirositor decat orice parfum obtinut chimic. un liliac enorm, violet pur, fosnet mirositor. ciorchinele asta de flori mici si perfecte ma uimeste de fiecare data...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1777324440505923368?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-77390052379756363022008-04-11T11:22:00.001+03:002008-04-11T11:22:47.218+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">carmen spunea ca blogul meu e deprimant:) asa e<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7739005237975636302?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-1549828538011566132008-04-11T11:12:00.002+03:002008-04-11T11:19:34.940+03:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">pentru ca ne cream un univers al nostru si doar al nostru - cu mult greu ar putea cineva patrunde in el. doar daca ne inmuiem. si totusi pastram mereu senzatia ca acel cineva care a avut acces catre lumea ta, te va sabota intr-o buna zi (si nu e adevarat?). pentru ca mergem cu castile in urechi pe strada, alterand in mintea noastra realitatea. nici nu imi pasa daca ma intreaba cineva "coborati la prima?" - am casti, de ce nu vezi si de ce ma abordezi? o sa-ti fac loc, stai linistit(a)...devenim antisociali. la modul macro. avem prieteni dar si ei sunt ca noi. de cand nu ai mai auzit cu adevarat zgomotul orasului, de cand nu i-ai mai ascultat inima pulsand?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-154982853801156613?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-14540393028038767662008-04-08T14:59:00.003+03:002008-04-08T15:06:23.976+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">colega mea asculta gotan project. e atat de trista si de imbietoare muzica ce ma invaluie acum; ma simt goala si plina in acelasi timp...dar tabloul pe care il am acum in minte este format dintr-un cer </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">albastru </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">violent, nisip fin si arzator, o mare inmiresmata, cu mici creste alburii. si o cafea fierbinte/dulce savurata chiar in mijlocul tabloului meu...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1454039302803876766?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-22522737617802489392008-04-01T15:07:00.001+03:002008-04-01T15:15:12.978+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">e atata liniste pe calea victoriei incat o poti auzi lovindu-se de peretii caselor.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2252273761780248939?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-68622271014569496272008-03-27T17:40:00.002+02:002008-03-27T17:46:22.527+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">pentru ca ne-am obisnuit sa ne flagelam pe noi insine, sa ii flagelam pe ceilalti si pentru ca asta ni se pare deja firesc. omoara-mi sinele si lasa-ma sa iti musc carotida usor, intr-un spasm viciat de enorma tandrete. ne vom petrece prin viata chinuindu-ne reciproc, pana ce ne vom ofili in purgatoriul construit de noi cu atata truda. si apoi poate vom renaste. mai stii?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ps: ce e mai rau, purgatoriul sau iadul?</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6862227101456949627?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-9830226302752398202008-03-27T10:51:00.001+02:002008-03-27T14:07:30.307+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Ne pregatim de summit. e o vanzoleala teribila afara, oamenii parca au iesit sa amusine coloanele de masini ce vor veni curand. este foarte ciudat sa vezi mai multi oameni decat masini pe strada...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-983022630275239820?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-34017986501510316752008-03-26T11:30:00.003+02:002008-03-26T11:33:59.160+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">e rau sa vezi mereu 0 comentarii? oare spun lucruri prea insipide, in asa fel incat sa nu merite sa fie comentate? sau poate prea personale? nici nu ma intereseaza de fapt. cred. in momentul asta am 0 comentariii legate de traire<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-3401798650151031675?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-10265910736762472462008-03-25T10:43:00.002+02:002008-03-25T10:49:42.737+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">...eu sunt soare, mare, raset, scotisoara si mar, gri, albastru, nebunie, copil, negru, rosu incandescent, liliac batut, alga ce ti se suie pe picior, luna portocalie, visul de vara, dragoste, depresie, abis si inaltime, zbor...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-1026591073676247246?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-64976584403793432412008-03-24T13:11:00.001+02:002008-03-24T13:14:37.044+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">este foarte interesant fenomenul asta. exista momente in viata cand totul se precipita intr-o perioada scurta, de parca timpul nu ar mai avea rabdare cu tine...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-6497658440379343241?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-83754036334952656022008-03-21T21:48:00.004+02:002008-03-22T09:00:18.910+02:00Azi a murit Hanne. Odata cu ea si adolescenta mea. Magnoliile au inflorit din nou...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-8375403633495265602?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-51388113219819977252008-03-21T18:51:00.001+02:002008-03-21T18:51:49.221+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">k asa scrie pe blogul meu - editati articole. am inceput atatea, nu am terminat niciunul. si nici macar nu stiu daca pe asta o sa-l termin. este foarte ciudat sa simti uneori cum exista un scurtcircuit in creier, sinapsele devin vascoase, fulgerele pe care mi le imaginez ca circula printre zonele active sunt deja niste scaparici de licurici.am intrat in primavara. astronomic. am intrat in luna plina. ieri. intram si iesim. iesim si intram iarasi. ma duc sa ma plimb un pic, sa intru si sa ies in lume, prin lume. sa mangai un caine de pe strada. pot sa-i dau si o tigara si sa o fumam impreuna?:)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-5138811321981997725?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-29264405508185741612008-03-13T18:06:00.001+02:002008-03-13T18:10:12.237+02:00<div style="overflow: auto;">sa invatam si noi o data ceva despre relatiile dintre cele 2 specii - barbati si femei. cautam sa modelam persoanele pe care le iubim astfel incat sa ni se potriveasca si mai bine. pana aici nimic rau, asta daca incercam si noi in acelasi timp sa ne modelam. pentru a atinge mijlocul. singura problema apare atunci cand ne dam seama ca nimic nu stagneaza, iar mijlocul poate deveni in scurt timp dreapta sau stanga. deci sunt 2 solutii: sa ne ajustam reciproc in slow motion, fara sa grabim lucrurile, pentru a mentine cat mai mult starea de coordonare si nu cea de declin. in momentul in care ne grabim si atingem mijlocul, sa fim constienti ca nu il vom putea mentine pentru mult timp si sa ne pregatim pentru o criza - aceasta va veni cu siguranta la un moment dat. criza va trece. daca ramanem impreuna, atunci relatia se sudeaza. mijlocul poate fi mentinut mai mult timp. ideea este ca ciclicitatea este un fundament al acestei lumi si o realitate a relatiilor. va doresc o stare de mijloc cat mai lunga. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-2926440550818574161?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-77678282928439484342008-03-07T12:36:00.002+02:002008-03-07T12:54:56.264+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">uneori mi-e atat de greu sa imi aduc aminte de mine. ma gandeam ca sunt atat de diversa incat ajung sa fiu speciala. probabil ca pshihoterapeutii ar numi asta labilitate. sufar de stari abisale uneori. uneori e vid, alteori imi ating preaplinul. azi am simtit cat de bine e sa fiu eu, sa merg din nou pe strada zambind, sa ma rup putin in figuri, numai pentru ca am vazut doi muguri tresaltand spre o raza, am auzit o melodie ciudata direct in neuron si am simtit un soare caldutz in ceafa. si am zambit. am realizat ca ma pierd de mine iarna. ca primavara ma regasesc. ca vara respir soare si nisip si mare....si, da, sunt speciala. pentru cine stie sa vada si mai ales pentru mine<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7767828292843948434?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959291432236578939.post-73206819344412075082008-02-19T18:58:00.002+02:002008-02-19T19:05:21.409+02:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">nu-i asa ca toti suntem addicted? adica nu numai eu sufar de dependenta, fiecare isi are punctul sau slab. the spot, locul care atunci cand iti este alintat iti face celule sa explodeze exaltate pana simti ca innebunesti de placere (sa nu te gandeste la obscenitati acum) sau, mai rau, atunci cand iti este scuipat, vatamat, luat in deradere de ceilalti, se chirceste, se contorsioneaza, pana simti durerea ca un scurt circuit ce-ti vatama sufletul? i am addicted. tu esti?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/R7sMO42FlvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GiZuCWEC1ew/s1600-h/f088c080edd53f4417a0c020562a0fc83f0a0e68_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NbPX9sxiN4/R7sMO42FlvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GiZuCWEC1ew/s320/f088c080edd53f4417a0c020562a0fc83f0a0e68_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738447254722290" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6959291432236578939-7320681934441207508?l=toujourtandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tandem toujourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10707365105062877490noreply@blogger.com0