tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178629482884296842024-03-05T11:41:10.582-08:00PoeSiMy Life is Not the Same Without my SoulLiviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-31015208925361944132010-02-01T07:36:00.000-08:002010-02-01T07:38:29.927-08:00Casa Noua.....Din cauza problemelor cu pe care le intampina blogspotul cand vine vorba de Bug-uri am decis sa mut acest blog la urmantaorea adresa :<a href="http://liviupoezie.wordpress.com"> http://liviupoezie.wordpress.com/</a>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-4841495171272865882010-01-30T08:24:00.000-08:002010-01-30T08:31:41.538-08:00Vremea Trece ... Amintirile Raman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdi-gDlcUVS4dyCUUcfvFu1wblTuPod4oiZYZHTfyDPujETxXTuFYftGJDp3O5si7ckC_kDKB2JxWAX_cu0t8Dqx99WOHuAgC5ReXdn9d6Om362E_wOEpB11V_ap3pEHBql0R1_uTJEE/s1600-h/2124963313_27e936d98f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdi-gDlcUVS4dyCUUcfvFu1wblTuPod4oiZYZHTfyDPujETxXTuFYftGJDp3O5si7ckC_kDKB2JxWAX_cu0t8Dqx99WOHuAgC5ReXdn9d6Om362E_wOEpB11V_ap3pEHBql0R1_uTJEE/s400/2124963313_27e936d98f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432571402990700130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sunt departe de tine, de privirea ta </div><div style="text-align: center;">Iarna se asterne incet peste inima mea </div><div style="text-align: center;">Frunze de omat inauntru-mi plang </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e dor de tine , mi-e dor de noi </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Esti departe de mine, de inima mea </div><div style="text-align: center;">Primavara isi face loc in privirea ta </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sufletu-mi curge ca un izvor de dor </div><div style="text-align: center;">Trece vremea si nu o putem oprii </div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-12433642579660924192009-12-29T10:27:00.001-08:002009-12-31T05:48:11.380-08:00Mi-e dor<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mi-e dor.. te-astept;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Trenuri pleaca .. insa eu raman,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lumea trece ... lumea vine,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dar tu n-apari. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mi-e dor .. te-astept;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dorinte merg pe tavan...in cer,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ma uit la ele si-ncep sa plang,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cu iluzii, cu dor, cu foc,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peste a ta poza ce nu-nceteaza sa-mi zambeasca.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dorinte merg pe tavan... in cer; </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Vino... sa vezi ce-a mai ramas din mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stau pe-o banca ... pe peron</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Deasupra sinelor de gheata</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Gara-i goala ... tu nu esti</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Vino... sa vezi ce-a mai ramas din mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Te vad ... te aud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Glasul tau astupa glasul ratiunii </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ma simt pierdut in infinitul fractiunii ... de secunda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ce ne separa in prizonierul timp</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Te vad... te aud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Te vad... te aud</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Vino... sa vezi ce-a mai ramas din mine</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dorinte merg pe tavan ... in cer </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mi-e dor ... te-astept </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"><b>Poezie pentru Alecs</b></p>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-1366637797869016792009-11-03T06:50:00.000-08:002009-11-03T08:11:15.655-08:00Al tãu zâmbet trist<div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Stau într-un colt, pe-o coajã de arţar, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Respir greu, m-ãnfioara al tãu zâmbet, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Zidind regrete pe al simţului etern hotar.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">în a demnitaţii amintire arunc o lacrimã,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Ca o piatrã funerarã ... drept în iad</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Cãtre tine si-al tau zâmbet îndoliat</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Şi mã rog, şi-ascult, şi-aştept, neincetat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">în mormântul negru si adânc ,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Mi-e frig iar tu n-apari în umbra crucii mele.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-72083265774912540232009-09-07T04:00:00.000-07:002009-09-07T08:40:09.987-07:00Frunze de Toamna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xrRLH3X70PiwqxFFZVgQ1yyYEqMXgsqOFpajiWC8pdUuQ62wJ3LFIyq5OSWn1I4v55b39s0_6I9l5dChIfAFcPdncfLVyhRbej2SZutiXO8DEbjdzC4fSSiAskJ83xJAgRYBdy8iwwk/s1600-h/FL_autumn_leaves.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xrRLH3X70PiwqxFFZVgQ1yyYEqMXgsqOFpajiWC8pdUuQ62wJ3LFIyq5OSWn1I4v55b39s0_6I9l5dChIfAFcPdncfLVyhRbej2SZutiXO8DEbjdzC4fSSiAskJ83xJAgRYBdy8iwwk/s400/FL_autumn_leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378686917998248562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Timpul s-a terminat,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frunze de toamna cad</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si plang si strigi si ard,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Se desprind si fugi si mor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bate vant de nostalgie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In orasul viselor desarte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Depresia aduce in amintire</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frunze moarte si uscate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miroase a inimi frante, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pe trotuar intinse si uscate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si a vise si a dor, </div><div style="text-align: center;">A dorinta si a lacrimi </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pe obrazul naturii indurerate</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-12856874170831193212009-08-15T04:03:00.000-07:002009-08-17T06:31:35.079-07:00Al 8-lea Cer (...)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWD7hb-VJ4zUpfezYH3DOV8d51TjrpWLc42Jk4Bo_Pytf7WwRFAdcUsLbtvrGgfTVVizCdC1vgJNN_63Z46jK2lVg8DGzo6lffHL4c-hsqnHKncOJn-GahrjDYMLK3NIwiZjedZ9Yj0A/s1600-h/mare+337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWD7hb-VJ4zUpfezYH3DOV8d51TjrpWLc42Jk4Bo_Pytf7WwRFAdcUsLbtvrGgfTVVizCdC1vgJNN_63Z46jK2lVg8DGzo6lffHL4c-hsqnHKncOJn-GahrjDYMLK3NIwiZjedZ9Yj0A/s400/mare+337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370153952798726210" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Soarele a rasarit iar tu nu esti, nu ai vrut;</div><div style="text-align: center;">M-ai lasat singur, sa adorm in roua diminetii,</div><div style="text-align: center;">M-ai privit in ochi si nu ai vrut, chip de lut...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chip de piatra, chip de lut... chip de foc.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Declaratii in zori, pe-o plaja goala,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Singure, trec peste mare si se pierd...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se pierd in valuri de iubire, moarte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se pierd si nu se mai intorc...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Astept ecoul inimii tale ca un vid,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Degeaba, nu vreau sa te vad venind,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spunandu-mi ca nu crezi in empatie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru ca asta te face din ce in ce mai putin vie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-57247029742699891832009-07-02T08:38:00.000-07:002009-07-02T10:47:19.190-07:00Al 7-lea Cer<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Fdw5dmrN86OfXbTec0l78Ok4bCQP6gvexQz8S8AjvMTuAUUMfmMpa1eCyW5YkOTdZcYS0l9g5P0MW5oFnMnpTwDaOm9F1PHujMJkvHHzV4AdfRi55F6kKA9P51z-jf071uq-sFJ18rk/s1600-h/2535572242_b6fb94829b_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353914518807330002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Fdw5dmrN86OfXbTec0l78Ok4bCQP6gvexQz8S8AjvMTuAUUMfmMpa1eCyW5YkOTdZcYS0l9g5P0MW5oFnMnpTwDaOm9F1PHujMJkvHHzV4AdfRi55F6kKA9P51z-jf071uq-sFJ18rk/s400/2535572242_b6fb94829b_o.jpg" /></a> Am pierdut o petala cruda <div align="center">Asteptand ivirea zorilor, luminate</div><div align="center">Atinse de pielea ta alba, orbiotoare, </div><div align="center">Colorate blond si verde umezit</div><br /><div align="center">în aer subtil se strecoara</div><div align="center">O adiere calda, dulce, a buzelor tale </div><div align="center">Mute-acum, pentru ca nu mai esti .</div><div align="center">Mi-e frig in lumea care ma-nconjoara.</div></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-74372129679772294662009-06-23T10:38:00.000-07:002009-06-23T11:46:51.212-07:00Al 6-lea Cer (Luna)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5C0t37SvEpKBWsTDbfHc0JdCtpgjxsysaiqIl6oxvR9QIJbNMOBkvHgQgH5Y5LfRRhkyTuI6pFhmsesWupTf21Err1QLFwuXwzaaUYqUl5ZHdcbuTfaNbFAhuDXRhVVjzFUjKV7mGcsA/s1600-h/3073761005_34980ca8c3_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350590275803976354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5C0t37SvEpKBWsTDbfHc0JdCtpgjxsysaiqIl6oxvR9QIJbNMOBkvHgQgH5Y5LfRRhkyTuI6pFhmsesWupTf21Err1QLFwuXwzaaUYqUl5ZHdcbuTfaNbFAhuDXRhVVjzFUjKV7mGcsA/s400/3073761005_34980ca8c3_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Umbra moale a pamantului ascunde o luna pustie, </div><div align="center">Palida, singura printre luciri efemere,</div><div align="center">Seaca, pe la colturile negre, miscatoare,</div><div align="center">O lacrima incearca sa uite de partea intunecata.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lacrima din cer ajunge pe pamant, usor... </div><div align="center">O prind in mana, ma gadila in palma amar,</div><div align="center">O tin strans pentru ca nu vreau sa mor</div><div align="center">Fara ca tu sa o vezi ca eu sa dispar.</div><br /><div></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-48880153870698671262009-05-25T22:48:00.000-07:002009-05-25T23:52:56.480-07:00Al 5-lea cer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkU3WZM8VmKnc6ra78vAo4CoPm0FmgsUeLNQx7nFUhYufC_kwLcCBAAVo3ArANe7tfzrrZgnTz_69-SDnaJW3_t9wEMZeWVYkHADXUtHpQ3N3R5b3mpScmB3E9ign1bu714f62s-R_eY/s1600-h/3370214138_5c439842ae.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340015546129891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkU3WZM8VmKnc6ra78vAo4CoPm0FmgsUeLNQx7nFUhYufC_kwLcCBAAVo3ArANe7tfzrrZgnTz_69-SDnaJW3_t9wEMZeWVYkHADXUtHpQ3N3R5b3mpScmB3E9ign1bu714f62s-R_eY/s400/3370214138_5c439842ae.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Am sarutat o parte de nor ,</div><div align="center">Coloratã , atinsã de-un purumbel</div><div align="center">Cu aripi si cu pene de amor, </div><div align="center">Dulce sarut fluid, rebel;</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Dulce nor sihastru ...</em></span> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Te vad si parca... nu esti</div><div align="center">Si parcã plângi si parcã strigi,</div><div align="center">Felii din viata ,de aer, de nori</div><div align="center">In zadar asterni ploaie peste stânci,</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Netede, perfecte...</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Lacrimile tale îmi picura în suflet</div><div align="center">Si mã fac sã mã simt gol, rãnit</div><div align="center">Mã doare fiecare sunet, fiecare plânset</div><div align="center">Fiecare semn ,fiecare rãsãrit,</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Fiecare tunet moale, fiecare fulger rotit;</span></em></div><div align="center"></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-90838015228512670812009-05-10T04:05:00.000-07:002009-05-10T07:46:22.169-07:00Al 4-lea cer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iqHiZ1_4i4U77PeFmJxeiEORrtjGSX8J653FNXkvox1ptvg_p6Myvq911W1K1zGIqDoofYGr2T-t2mtK-pNjJVdC4IvBI_QS4WQVkOdvXghL5SbQIig6irAMAgV2Y7_zaRQ6NjyXfnQ/s1600-h/3402236639_759a7ce29c_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iqHiZ1_4i4U77PeFmJxeiEORrtjGSX8J653FNXkvox1ptvg_p6Myvq911W1K1zGIqDoofYGr2T-t2mtK-pNjJVdC4IvBI_QS4WQVkOdvXghL5SbQIig6irAMAgV2Y7_zaRQ6NjyXfnQ/s400/3402236639_759a7ce29c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166278971355698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aer luat de-o parte si împins<br />Apare rar, usor ca o furtunã,<br />Te aduce si mã-ndeparteazã dinadins,<br />Apari rar, usor ca o furtunã;<br /><br />Dulce si amar delir dispari !<br />Te duce in alte ceruri mai calde,<br />Luminate fara ca tu s-apari<br />Iar eu sa nu stiu niciodata;<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-68606502331995462782009-05-05T11:16:00.000-07:002009-05-06T01:21:42.457-07:00Al 3-lea cer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU26HkYeDocXtFYLJMLo610oEAFClEJ6qbWtKl20aSR2WQHLUPEX0XK1TFw0tePo55dLlXVKBKnYCeSGhi-9T2o8aPhsKKYMF39YIDAcu7lPpsmtarxR7_MZfd05gDOfMxkUfK3hBbGk/s1600-h/3506267665_d792f95332_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU26HkYeDocXtFYLJMLo610oEAFClEJ6qbWtKl20aSR2WQHLUPEX0XK1TFw0tePo55dLlXVKBKnYCeSGhi-9T2o8aPhsKKYMF39YIDAcu7lPpsmtarxR7_MZfd05gDOfMxkUfK3hBbGk/s400/3506267665_d792f95332_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332622538896141618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pe-o petala de colb purtat de vant<br />Ajung, mai intreg, mai ranit,<br />Incrustat, cicatrizat, rotit<br />Intr-un vartej de frunze sangerand<br /><br />Cu-o mânã incerc sa-mi ating parul,<br />Cu cealalta ce mi-a mai ramas din chip;<br />Ochiu-mi era deplasat,pe-o parte<br />Iar gura-mi vorbea de la spate;<br /><br />Picioru-mi aruncat deoparte<br />Insista sa culeaga spini dintr-o inima,<br />Si sa mii aduca lacrimand<br />Soptindu-mi grabit<br />Ca sunt o molie fumegand<br /><br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-68860071071690414232009-04-29T00:55:00.000-07:002009-04-29T22:37:57.019-07:00Al 2-lea cer [ din seria "Pânã în al 9-lea cer"]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSgVIDLWbWqJikO-gDFz_7X-cIdnfa9VBAL7t15hg9hillwjgh849BDV5V_Z0bHdz6WgcjI5gihRtNUkFqeSeokDjaNxeWnCKPX_hAgTANhzgGW8Sf3jD_Fk2yVjMvKr-ZBuIXx9OA8U/s1600-h/162014346_8d5c248e22_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSgVIDLWbWqJikO-gDFz_7X-cIdnfa9VBAL7t15hg9hillwjgh849BDV5V_Z0bHdz6WgcjI5gihRtNUkFqeSeokDjaNxeWnCKPX_hAgTANhzgGW8Sf3jD_Fk2yVjMvKr-ZBuIXx9OA8U/s400/162014346_8d5c248e22_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330035207944148274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La rascruce de drumuri stau, proptit<br />Sub cercul deschis de stele, uimit,<br />Constat ca toate n- au loc, stãruitoare<br />Pe-un singur cer cãzãtoare;<br /><br />Silabe de sunet cald , imbietor<br />Târându-se ritmic , tremurator<br />Trãdând voit palacerea, mirosul<br />Urmelor tale din al 2-lea cer minuscul;<br /><br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-44754254028579479822009-04-06T23:56:00.000-07:002009-04-07T11:38:58.242-07:00Soare Bland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfB4wjcDo-wRWZ2La5MVEX9xWdHkVtZSGorv2WfrsQy3ihyphenhyphenHJucDEsby_yqiYpn5VtWQcJ2KXsNhWrKsObXMU9hTwy64cJ5bT6xvbYNnoKb6eLNyeIKxOKvtKlq2wriiAIkgf7cyJzzg/s1600-h/3381786063_0d1f321511_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfB4wjcDo-wRWZ2La5MVEX9xWdHkVtZSGorv2WfrsQy3ihyphenhyphenHJucDEsby_yqiYpn5VtWQcJ2KXsNhWrKsObXMU9hTwy64cJ5bT6xvbYNnoKb6eLNyeIKxOKvtKlq2wriiAIkgf7cyJzzg/s400/3381786063_0d1f321511_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321850724769314770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Soare bland, nu mai lumina ,<br />Peste noi, stand statui,<br />Peste voi cei de-ai oricui;<br />Frumisetea-ti calda nu o mai arata;<br /><br />Nu vreau sa ma mai privesc ,<br />Spre zarea luminatã in culori orbitoare;<br />Ci spre adancul pamantului, maro,<br />Strabatandu-ma o putere trecatoare;<br /><br />Tu, n-ai decat sa te lasi acoperit,<br />De umbre negre, moi,<br />si sa nu-ti pese ca noi,<br />nu iti mai simtim mangaierea fina;<br /><br />Hipnotizati de profunzimea pamantului<br />si de racoarea adancurilor patrunzatoare<br />incapabili sa cunoastem centrul universului<br />Ne intrebam,ce-ar fi lumea fara o raza de soare<br /><br /><br />"Soare bland, nu mai lumina"<br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-19638548881426544342009-03-29T06:42:00.000-07:002009-03-29T07:26:18.737-07:00Dulce Autodistrugere<div style="text-align: center;">Anotimpurile se desfigureaza ca-ntr-o batjocura<br />Asistam la descompunerea lesurilor de gheata<br />Care inunda campuri lugubre si pline de ura<br />in zare o creatura zburatoare arunca venin,<br /> venin negru<br /><br />Si treci la somnul etern, fara sa mai vrei<br />Sa mai revezi nici macar o parte din cele traite<br />Printre oameni de piatra si fiare arse, inegrite<br /> imputite<br />Adulmecand mirosul pana in adancul propriei constiinte<br /><br />In stanga este mana rece, a celui mai bun prieten<br />In dreapta Vorbe goale, iesite din gatul unui sarpe<br />care se incolaceste injurul meu, si ma sugruma,printr-o umbra<br />Printr-o sfoara inecata in cuie trecand peste propriu-mi cadavru<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu1Ksw_1nSvmg22Ps6VlUYHyvg6ldBpNQ1UnH8nsE_SfMZPvavuLkGDE7F1JSko3vijM85xb05_nRhbTcpX2lFe6Z9cVebhJEmVXzKlvkKhVsLCjR1Zr248_XdDJX7ZgUekGdlCme0yM/s1600-h/268522577_a3ec2071df_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu1Ksw_1nSvmg22Ps6VlUYHyvg6ldBpNQ1UnH8nsE_SfMZPvavuLkGDE7F1JSko3vijM85xb05_nRhbTcpX2lFe6Z9cVebhJEmVXzKlvkKhVsLCjR1Zr248_XdDJX7ZgUekGdlCme0yM/s400/268522577_a3ec2071df_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615864558018098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-82254732811191431692009-01-25T22:36:00.000-08:002009-01-26T01:13:56.887-08:00First time...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItC1DaJVgRCvOar3uFKEjD1JLK5azPzLa5w3Clg5ceeG2nEfcjVNsAQ4RW-IssQGy1BAgOvxoSuEfg_yYu8Sh4215hc5P7Fpa2hWtesd8naUhdF5lhmKTsY4MM_IfJvQDdSOQX0HRKIM/s1600-h/97701460_7ad87077f6_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItC1DaJVgRCvOar3uFKEjD1JLK5azPzLa5w3Clg5ceeG2nEfcjVNsAQ4RW-IssQGy1BAgOvxoSuEfg_yYu8Sh4215hc5P7Fpa2hWtesd8naUhdF5lhmKTsY4MM_IfJvQDdSOQX0HRKIM/s400/97701460_7ad87077f6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295491573479923586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Intotdeauna iti revine<br />In amintire, prima oara,<br />Primul moment de odinioara,<br />in care ai fost fericit<br />Si regreti ca nu mai poti fi;<br /><br />Regretul adanc al disperari.<br />Crezi ca tie nu ti se intampla,<br />Nimic bun in afara de suferinta<br />Inghesuita intr-un suflet mult prea slab<br />in care sentimentele nu pot zace<br />Singuratice si lugubre,<br />întelese doar de cei care traiesc printre umbre.<br /><br />It ramane doar sa plangi<br />Si sa speri, ca odata<br />Sa mai retriesti ca "prima data",<br />Insa tu esti singur... si nu ma auzi nimic din ceea ce te inconjoara<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tuturor ni se intampla sa ne aducem aminte de "prima oara" cand ni s-a intamplat ceva bun , care am radiat de fericire, in care toate simturile erau anesteziate de un singur lucru , simplu si mult prea neimportant pentru altii, iti spuneai ca in viata trebuie sa ai atatea momente fericite incat sufletul sa iti fie plin de o lacrimã curatã. Care sa cada peste lume si sa o schimbe. Iti aduci aminte? Prima data cand ai zambit, prima oara cand ai plans pentru ca ceva nu ti s-a parut drept si tot atunci prima oara cand ai aflat ca este in zadar sa suferi?. Da, zambeste , viata este mult prea scurta cand esti trist, si aduti aminte de tot ce ti s-a intamplat, sunt doar o parte din ceea ce a fost, o parte din tine , fara ele nu ai fi lafel.....</span><br /></div></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-90048223128924106462009-01-21T09:22:00.000-08:002009-04-22T23:01:18.738-07:00Tell Me....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9iJ5-rmK3HXhb7xbFCbeGZwiDNSKnQb2BLng0EKBAOBiBHdpWHxGZ4Fe61onxbrXQA5KSTToTaGjVsCX-6gDtVYa0trci3j4nZnjou-h35Phdi_UEPxpDU7ZKz-AeZhMvOinPUF8g3k/s1600-h/1469473914_ca76f07a9b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9iJ5-rmK3HXhb7xbFCbeGZwiDNSKnQb2BLng0EKBAOBiBHdpWHxGZ4Fe61onxbrXQA5KSTToTaGjVsCX-6gDtVYa0trci3j4nZnjou-h35Phdi_UEPxpDU7ZKz-AeZhMvOinPUF8g3k/s400/1469473914_ca76f07a9b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293823599738769394" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Mã trezesc, urmele unor paşi<br />Care umblã prin noapte, cãutând ce ?<br />O micã parte din ceea ce a fost,<br />Si nu o sã mai fie vreodatã<br /><br />De ce sã cauti dacã ştii cã nu vei gãsii?<br />Decât o umbrã prin frunzele strãvezii<br />De ce sã vrei dacã ştii cã nu vei opţine?<br />Doar sperante lipsite de raţiune;<br /><br />Aruncate împrãştiat pe o alee<br />Terfelite de un suflet, fãrã încetare,<br />Pentru cã el fãrã urmã de idee, asupra<br />Simţurilor, cade într-o lacrimã care moare;<br /><br />Acum cã te-am gãsit, spune-mi:<br />Unde priveşti mereu spre infinit?<br />Şi de ce mã pãrãseşti şoptit?<br />De ce mereu în ochii tãi îti vãd chipul înegrit?</p> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-21418483611600120502009-01-20T00:17:00.000-08:002009-10-01T06:30:18.813-07:00Reminds Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtyLTs-Le-pLgsXLadPfph2olwKKw7CQs09mH6sTfPid_7VNGD-I_K_MG2ESkgheobt_Mb1MNnuIlzDPVeCOOC7uBe6Vlrri0Q6xeOxoi8CaAJrkVf372VCaHimiTFxbsSNBvZnIRY5U/s1600-h/3179231925_641f1a8689_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtyLTs-Le-pLgsXLadPfph2olwKKw7CQs09mH6sTfPid_7VNGD-I_K_MG2ESkgheobt_Mb1MNnuIlzDPVeCOOC7uBe6Vlrri0Q6xeOxoi8CaAJrkVf372VCaHimiTFxbsSNBvZnIRY5U/s400/3179231925_641f1a8689_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293290123905715826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">S-au dus demult noptile in care<br />Un copil credea in tine<br />Iti spunea cuvinte calde si involuntare<br />Numai ca tu sa te simti mai bine<br /><br />Era in stare de orice simtire,<br />Pentru ca el credea in a ta privire,<br />închisa intr-o raza de soare,<br />Prin care reusea sa vada a vietii culoare;<br /><br />Care nu era deloc vie<br />Din contra, era cenusie,<br />Pentru ca n-ai incercat niciodata<br />Sa vezi viata in culori... niciodata;<br /><br />Ar putea cineva sa iti spuna,<br />ca as vrea sa nu-mi mai apari in vise<br />Pentru ca iubirea mea este asemeni unor rani deschise,<br />Care sangereaza fara incetare.<br /><br />Aminteste-mi sa nu-ti mai aud glasul,<br />Pantru ca de fiecare data imi ascunde orice simtire,<br />Am sa plec......... si tu n-ai sa ma opresti<br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-82003559637795749832009-01-18T05:56:00.000-08:002009-01-18T06:58:20.478-08:00Anything Hurts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNrk-4QllltdCfZjF8HnRJT6pKJqwh-s5LGle_e44b_dsErLoONvRz6hC_3C5oVaJQmdS6uVE5JVNzkGIBwZhAnmilfJ_9xSnQSSTA5q_Dl7B38wuYBk0e9v0fbrmK-VAYXXJ-BLQb7YY/s1600-h/3016525427_9f7bb0d655_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNrk-4QllltdCfZjF8HnRJT6pKJqwh-s5LGle_e44b_dsErLoONvRz6hC_3C5oVaJQmdS6uVE5JVNzkGIBwZhAnmilfJ_9xSnQSSTA5q_Dl7B38wuYBk0e9v0fbrmK-VAYXXJ-BLQb7YY/s400/3016525427_9f7bb0d655_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292638576817629618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">De ce privesti totul intr-o maniera repulsiva,<br />înotand fara nici o sansa intr-o mare,<br />De durere, pe care noi o numim viata muritoare;<br />Scurta si imputita, inecata intr-o lacrima convulsiva?<br /><br />Si duci o lupta, care iti macina simturile,<br />Una in care gandurile-ti sunt acoperite cu o patura translucida,<br />Ca nu cumva cineva sa vina si fara mila, sa le ucida,<br />Iar tu inabil si speriat stai si astepti ceea ce numesti nemurire;<br /><br />Tot timpul ti-ai spus ca pentru tine nu conteaza ce simti,<br />si ai gresit, pentru ca tinand in tine,<br />sentimente involuntare si firesti,<br />Nu faci decat sa te adancesti in acel cosmar in care continui sa te minti.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-50235785624333068442009-01-16T12:16:00.000-08:002009-01-16T15:18:23.070-08:00Don't Cry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6G9CuS8sSygT6Op1vW9s0Aq45Fqi8OGqWSpY7YHx01PniXRiFanXuePBPusJxgVO3gjkHgB8DxsHtGKgW7gAl2x1pDiwbE4gZk4BijAzbMwaTwsldmHaqlsUmxerJoBTt-i5pQSC8lg/s1600-h/361069430_dd7db5f51d_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6G9CuS8sSygT6Op1vW9s0Aq45Fqi8OGqWSpY7YHx01PniXRiFanXuePBPusJxgVO3gjkHgB8DxsHtGKgW7gAl2x1pDiwbE4gZk4BijAzbMwaTwsldmHaqlsUmxerJoBTt-i5pQSC8lg/s400/361069430_dd7db5f51d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292001783249706082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Te implor, nu mai plange<br />De aici de sus iti vad lacrimile de sange<br />Am sa ard remuscarea, am sa sterg acea impresie<br />Si nu am sa-ti prelungesc starea de depresie<br /><br />Eu nu mai sunt, dar poate ca intr-una din zilele<br />In care tu o sa privesti in sus la stele<br />Si ai sa te indrepti cu gandul spre alte zari<br />Pe pamant o sa se astearna ceata divina<br /><br />Amandoi printre norii care ne inconjoara<br />Ne dam seama ca ei sunt cei care ne separa<br />De regret, ignoranta si totodata<br />de sentimente care nu au nici o importanta<br /><br />Prin aerul rarefiat zboara cuvinte<br />Mute si fara directie, in dimensiuni nu tocmai concrete<br />Imi pun intrebarea si ma gandesc, intr-o lume ca asta<br />Cum sa nu-ti omori ingerul<br /><br />Fiecare semn al tau era un mesaj ascuns<br />Pe care nu-l pot descifra<br />Si ma trezesc speriat<br />Nici acum un stiu daca a fost un vis sau un cosmar de nepatruns<br /><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-63472458418195470902009-01-15T06:30:00.000-08:002009-01-15T09:02:31.743-08:00Once Upon January<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjKRYkbzL4yOgCkB-7ixDEm9psoaaWZn7aAdyzKaBNI32OTAjdsqOQg_j_0C42Hw4BHTNcKFcCOtQNbD6SrHIl362O9eSBmqIZgRaACI97FBN82x63pUvtHHsjIsC5D55Yqor_mTA4DE/s1600-h/3009562941_37efc2e792_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjKRYkbzL4yOgCkB-7ixDEm9psoaaWZn7aAdyzKaBNI32OTAjdsqOQg_j_0C42Hw4BHTNcKFcCOtQNbD6SrHIl362O9eSBmqIZgRaACI97FBN82x63pUvtHHsjIsC5D55Yqor_mTA4DE/s400/3009562941_37efc2e792_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291547508869755746" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Stau si privesc in orizontul indepartat<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Intr-o ceata care parca se stinge,<br />Si o picatura din sufletul meu se prelinge<br />încei, încet peun obraz fin si insetat<br /><br />Vei ramane un etern geniu<br />Opera ta fiind steaua de pe cer<br />Pentru ca ne-ai lasat sa gandim etern<br />La romantismul tau enigmatic si ingenuu<br /><br />Fiecare vis se implineste indata<br />Fiecare dorinta se inchide<br />Intr-un suflet care nu se poate deschide<br />Pentru ca te iubesc si tu n-ai stiut niciodata<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Sunt doar franturi din ceea</div><div align="center">Ce am fost odata</div><div align="center">Si nimeni nu o sa poata niciodata </div><div align="center">Sa umple golul lasat de tristetea aceea<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">în memoria Geniului Mihai Eminescu.....</span><br /></div></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-77526653306444150502009-01-12T00:12:00.000-08:002009-01-12T01:06:35.549-08:00Miss You...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wIdj7LFGudLxD_r8ZHNB14zGZ3B1niW28Q1rcK7jxDC2CTxEoywErGV6CvOjDomCOV8hvKnL9xrd3-Ki7heu-ZEFQylWQkvwjQ9QwCWiSxSKzKt1IxMT0ImflF0UPeNiTmrFnMgxtT0/s1600-h/2171605972_8f9caa0b50_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wIdj7LFGudLxD_r8ZHNB14zGZ3B1niW28Q1rcK7jxDC2CTxEoywErGV6CvOjDomCOV8hvKnL9xrd3-Ki7heu-ZEFQylWQkvwjQ9QwCWiSxSKzKt1IxMT0ImflF0UPeNiTmrFnMgxtT0/s400/2171605972_8f9caa0b50_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319880448255442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e dor de tine, si doare<br />Ca tu imi revi in amintire<br />Si nu vreau sa am astfel de traire<br />Coma prelungita, fara incetare<br /><br />Erai tot ce am avut pe lume<br />Mai frumos decat Propria viziune,<br />idealista, apropape de perfectiune,<br />A ceea ce insemni, pentru un suflet fara nume;<br /><br />Simt atingerea ta fina ,<br />Doar gandindu-ma si imaginandu-mi,<br />Ca tu o sa apari pe o petala de vant spunandu-mi,<br /> soptit ca nu o sa-ti mai zaresc mersul de felina;<br /><br />Stiu ca tu traiesti, doar pentru ca eu sa am la ce sa visez<br />si incep sa te pictez dansand<br /> o muzica pe care buzele tale se opresc spunand<br />Ca nu le pasa, si eu incep sa valsez,<br /><br />Pentru ca nici mie nu imi pasa , pe ce pamant o sa zbor<br />Cand o sa aflii ca, eu colind alte inimi<br />Saturat iluzoriul pe care tu il imprimi<br />Sentimentelor care se reprima, si eu am sa mor.<br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-85100988761691390112009-01-11T06:51:00.000-08:002009-01-11T11:12:41.751-08:00With Arms Wide Open<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIFgBB9FdwVB7_eqxFK47Pyb_BAdY0FEnfvpRMPOqsXcSc46sMKuQhBiOSQdnZtra85PMnoaOgoUlgFJUPnd_OdPAyILvPSCDE_uF6c1wgEE2VmwsXSiV6whWq_04K23ysPrf9VgZdtU/s1600-h/2211216545_234cb2a55b_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIFgBB9FdwVB7_eqxFK47Pyb_BAdY0FEnfvpRMPOqsXcSc46sMKuQhBiOSQdnZtra85PMnoaOgoUlgFJUPnd_OdPAyILvPSCDE_uF6c1wgEE2VmwsXSiV6whWq_04K23ysPrf9VgZdtU/s400/2211216545_234cb2a55b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290071034202496866" border="0" /></a>Fluturele, isi intinde aripile si dispare ingrozit<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In tundra deasa unui suflet ratacit,<br />Umbla nauc, intr-un plan nemarginit,<br />Al propriului tau suflet secat de atata suferit;<br /><br />Ma uit pe cer, o stea ma priveste<br />Ai zburat atat de sus? sau poate e o iluzie<br />Fantezii lichide te inconjoara ca intr-o poveste,<br />Plangi cu lacrimi care se preschimba in poezie<br /><br />Te astept jos, cu bratele deschise<br />Coboara din cer iubita mea ,<br />Si arata-mi unde pot gasi, ce am trait in vise,<br />Acolo unde multe suflete ale celor din jur le am scrise,<br />Neagra disperare a celor care tin sentimente inchise<br />In propriul suflet prizoniere, ele nefiind permise;<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stau si te astept, iar tu ..... nu apari .... in zadar...</span><br /></div><br /></div>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862948288429684.post-41701513628112956092009-01-10T02:52:00.000-08:002009-01-11T08:44:58.209-08:00If Will Be...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qk3Ul1PTjh_GZcEZ-HGmM2ZsjMLmIhJcHJHPgy6ANi9kQSmmSYxNtKhUr02LflpHJR3iG-USV4tZS2wfxrnwG703RDOco7043P8zV6MaLcv99aC0ZafsO6WriPvig2ECzsTFlX-cCtY/s1600-h/S4010110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qk3Ul1PTjh_GZcEZ-HGmM2ZsjMLmIhJcHJHPgy6ANi9kQSmmSYxNtKhUr02LflpHJR3iG-USV4tZS2wfxrnwG703RDOco7043P8zV6MaLcv99aC0ZafsO6WriPvig2ECzsTFlX-cCtY/s400/S4010110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290078088756330658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cand o privire ma va strapunge , singuratica si lucubra ,<br />Nu-mi va veni sa cred cum sufletu-mi devine o umbra;<br />Un alt curcubeu imi lumineaza inima inecata in suferinta,<br />Cand imi aduc aminte in vis chipul tau Intr-o lumina trista,<br />Melancolica, in cer ma lasa sa privesc la sclipire absenta<br />A sufletului meu amagit, de o un cuvant care nu ezitata,<br />In a-mi demonstra ca este doar o liluzie care persita<br /><br />O lacrima uita ce inseamna timpul, in ea oglindindu-se<br />Privirea ta de alta data, de un negru infinit,<br />Un abis in care totul pare a fi de neoprit,<br />Locul unde o speranta sihastra se pierde subit<br />In itele unei vieti mizere la care asist scarbit<br /><br />Si ma indepartez incet, tu dormi linistita in patul singur<br />Dormi cu ochii larg deschisi, si eu in ei zaresc<br />Petalele unui trandafir spulberate de o adiere, in care nu gasesc<br />Motivul pentru care eu nu pot sa iti spun sincer: te iubesc,<br />Fara sa ma tem ca tu nu ma crezi in stare de un lucru firesc,<br />De asta, nu o sa aflii niciodata ca eu nu traiesc,<br />si am sa mor fara ca tu sa simti...<br /><br /><br />Si am sa imi iau durerea si am sa o alung in propriu-ti gand<br />Secat de vlaga, traire si sentiment la care tanjesc plangand<br />Imginundu-mi buzele-ti care ingana mut<br />Ca sunt incapabile sa ma urasca <br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Am Speranta ca nimeni o nu o saciteasca vreodata asta</span> ...<br /></span>Liviuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220222788575352925noreply@blogger.com0