<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:39:15.886-04:00</updated><category term='zile de vara'/><category term='shut up'/><category term='pentru ca pot'/><title type='text'>fetis de idei</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083.post-1095503007825201264</id><published>2008-09-23T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:49:19.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pt ca adio nu ne putem spune niciodata</title><content type='html'>ai fost un amic extraordinar, un iubit groznic, si un amant nemaipomenit. oricat de departe am fi probabil ma voi gandii daca esti bine. am realizat ca defapt nu era iubirea care ne lega ci era prietenia, iubirea a dus numai la gelozie la indoiala si pe urma la despartire, deci mai bine ramaneam prieteni, cu toate ca eram ca facuti unul pt altul sub asternuturi.
am invatat multe de la tine, pt asta iti multumesc. iar tot pt ca multe am invatat este imposibil sa nu ma gandesc la tine. dar probabil si tu faci la fel, fara indoiala.
dar, sa sti, chiar mi-as dorii sa nu te fi intalnit .viata ar fi fost mai simpla.si daca te gandesti bine cred ca si din punctul tau e la fel.

chiar daca iubim pe altii, ne trezim langa altii, tot la 48km suntem :) dar acuma ca amici.

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e sesiune. nu avem timp de nimic. azi fac pauza..iar pauza inseamna pauza nu curatenie. prin urmare m-am pus sa citesc alceva (adica nimic legat de medicina direct), citesc RealK de Bucurenci.  ma regasesc in ea. imi aduc aminte ca nu am mai fumat de mult..mie dor de "tripuri" poate cand e gata sesiunea..totusi vreau sa imi iau examenele asta care au mai ramas, ca sa pot lungii vacanta atat cat se cuvine.
doamne, cat e de dezordine pe aici..pe langa toate insectele omorate care au o atractie teribila pt noi...pe seara cred ca omoram cate 20 de tantari la 2-3 zile cate 5 gandaci veniti de la vecini.. niste paianjeni extraordinar de mici..care eu deabia ii vad (is chioara, am mai spus) si care au asa io atractie pt baie, mai exact pt cada din baie...nu stiu de unde vin zilnic facem dus..si la cateva ore de la dus..apar hopa-tzupa, casa noastra e la ultimul etaj intr-un bloc de patru..defapt casa noastra e la cinci..doar intram pe la patru...e complicat, poate deaceea vin la noi...sau saturat de restul... asa sa revin pelanga insecte in bucatarie sunt vase de ieri, haine in camera mare de nu stiu cand iar in dormitor pe scaun e aproape tot dulapul.. patul e facut ocazional la cateva zile. iar in toate camere sunt cursuri carti foi..si alte cele care in perioada asta lasa rafturile biblioteci sa respire.
a, de gatit, gatim numai sambata.. in rest primim si noi mancare de la parinti care is` ingrijorati ca murim de foame cu toate ca nu mai avem unde sa punem mancare pe care o primim tot la 2 zile.

bine, cred ca toata lumea are un blog de sesiune.. a devenit asa un cliseu blogul asta.
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m-am trezit si eu cu curu`n tavan si vreau liniste si pace, vreau o sarma cu doi indragostiti, nu sperma cu gust de metal lasata pentru alcineva inchitita de mine ca un indragostit cu acte in regula.

si nu vreau sa aud de alti care inaintea mea o inghiteau sau dupa mine

timpul sa se opreasca in loc la mine. sa dispara toti iar eu sa fiu cea care sa te coboare la urmatoarea statie.
de astazi iti mut sediul ,te sterg, te arunnc pe un CD, iar pe urma intre mormanul de Cd-uri cu amintiri pe care nu am de gand sa le vizionez niciodata.

Joia e cea mai scarba dintre toate. numai joia sunt suparata, iritata, nefututa, irascibila...da da exact asa cum nu vrei sa fiu niciodata. dar joia, deobicei,  ma exprim cel mai bine.
muie
hai ca ne vedem la a treia  statie.

adio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305621430461464083-1638168271100446268?l=fetisdeidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/1638168271100446268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305621430461464083&amp;postID=1638168271100446268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/1638168271100446268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/1638168271100446268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/2008/06/nu-trebuie-sa-intelegi-nimic.html' title='nu trebuie sa intelegi nimic'/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083.post-2658320428383258601</id><published>2008-03-28T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:10:44.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dupa o seara de adunatura omeneasca intr-un loc total lipsit de  farmec, la un asa zis "party", doar asa le spunem acuma (traiasca limba  romana!), am ramas uluita de cati copii "emonauti" (defapt termenul corect este "emo kids", in fine, fara comentarii asupra acestui termen) puteau fi in acel loc. era vorba de o petrecere intr-un &lt;a href="www.setuptm.ro"&gt;birt&lt;/a&gt; nou deschis in timisoara special creat pt muzica generatiei pro, de altfel nu ar trebui sa fac nici un comentariu asupra muzici pt ca si eu gust din ea si im place, ceea ce ma deranjeaza din ce in ce mai tare sunt ei copii astia, dupa parerea mea, copii care nu isi mai gasesc locul cu atitudine de superioritate, care folosesc cuvinte elevate fara sa fie nevoie, care majoritatea sunt artisti (contemporani).
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cum sa ma simt eu cand toate relatiile mele esuieaza in moduri foarte ciudate.
un fost iubit a intrat in Bega cu gandul sa se sinucida din cauza mea, altul a inebunit iar acuma inca merge la psiholog (asta dupa ce initial a mers la psihiatru), un altul a devenit mitocan din cauza mea pt ca, spune el, cu adevarul cu mine nu merge (in sensul ca eu nu pot intelege ca el o vrea si pe alta cat timp e cu mine....), iar the last bomb...totul bine si frumos iar in urmatorul minut asa din senin se ia si pleaca si ma lasa in mijlocul desertului fara nici un cuvand.
wtf? i feel like shit..sincer se pare ca am o problema grava.

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-toti au motive de plans, inmormantarile sunt doar o buna ocazie.
-tu pentru ce plangeai?
-plangeam pentru tine.
-dar eu nu eram trist
-tocmai de aceea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305621430461464083-1299295569919182760?l=fetisdeidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/1299295569919182760/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305621430461464083&amp;postID=1299295569919182760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/1299295569919182760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/1299295569919182760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/2008/01/tine-ma-de-mana-si-hai-sa-mergem-la-o.html' title='tine-ma de mana si hai sa mergem la o inmormantare'/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R4YQPKqnUZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MNRRoK4zX4s/s72-c/the_funeral_of_hearts_by_numbfromtheinside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083.post-6707425959481560295</id><published>2007-06-07T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:14:41.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shut up'/><title type='text'>fara titlu concret</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca nu ma pot pur si simplu detasa de viata sentimentala ..si de lucrurile care ma deranjeaza enorm..si gandurile care, clar, sunt fara rost..pt ca oricum pt cei care ar trebui sa conteze ....paradoxal (poate) chair nu conteaza!...atunci scriu. iar gandul ca marea confidenta, hartia,  ma poate ajuta poate pt uni e deplasat, iar mie mi se pare chiar sedativ.
 cum te simti cand esti inselata? cred ca stiu ..dar nu vreau sa  cred ca stiu. toata ideea de a insela pe cineva mi se pare superstupida, de ce? pai in momentul in care simti dorinta de a insela  e clar ca relatia actuala nu mai are nici un rost..si atunci mai bine ia-ti inima in dinti "fi barbat"...infrunta consecintele si spune ceea ce simti.
dar mai sunt si momente in care tu doar presupui ca esti inselat si primesti reprosuri din partea partenerului cum ca nu-i oferi incredere si evident te vei simti sau nu (in cazurile fericite) vinovat. dar partenerul uita sa iti spuna "detali" care binenteles pt el sunt lucruri neesentiala, iar pentru tine sunt monumentale.
si daca tot vb despre lucrurile care ma deranjeaza enorm intr-o relatie...este "fer pleiu". nu exista egalitate??? pe dracu nu exista...clar exista si trebuie respectata, iar cine are alta parere...poate ar trebui sa isi caute neegalul in alta parte.
sinceritate. e prea mult de spus aici si e clar ce ma deranjeaza. lucrul pe care nu-l inteleg e de ce un membru a cuplului isi asuma un risc asa de mare. poate  din comoditate, imaturitate...sau eu stiu ce alte motive , dupa parerea mea, absurde. a! si mai este magica intamplare cand cel in cauza suspectat de insinceritate..spune ca minciuna a fost spusa pe post de protectie pt partener (de parca mai bine aflu de la gigel ca tu ai fost u stiu unde cand defapt erai in alt loc..)
offf..
mai tine-ti minte in copilarie cand  sentimentele erau tabu, sau mai mult de atat orice legat de al sex era tabu.iar daca va astepati sa spun ce bine a fost va inselati pt ca sincer, de la o vrsta e rau sa fie tot asa, si ar fi stupid sa spuneti ca puteti trai fara sexul opus (bine, depinde de orientare, sa ma ierte cei in cauza) pt ca nu se poate ....doar ca se poate trai cu sexul opus in armonie (ceea ce nu trebuie uitat), si  nu in agonie din comoditatea de a cauta opusul sau lenea instalata de la o vrsta in colo`.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305621430461464083-6707425959481560295?l=fetisdeidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6707425959481560295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305621430461464083&amp;postID=6707425959481560295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/6707425959481560295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/6707425959481560295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/2007/06/fara-titlu-concret.html' title='fara titlu concret'/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083.post-3375586101594596129</id><published>2007-06-05T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:06:31.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru ca pot'/><title type='text'>"pentru ca pot" labels</title><content type='html'>"Daca Dumnezeu ar uita pentru o clipa ca nu sunt decat o papusa de carpasi mi-ar oferi in dar o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n-as spune tot ce gandesc, desi in definitiv as putea sa gandesc tot ce spun. As da valoare lucrurilor marunte, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza ele, ci mai curand pentru ceea ce ele semnifica. As dormi mai putin si as incerca sa visez mai mult, de-abia acum intelegca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii pierdem saizeci de secundede lumina. As merge in timp ce altii ar sta pe loc, as ramane treaz in timp ce toticeilalti ar dormi. As asculta in timp ce altii ar vorbi si, Doamne, cum m-as bucura desavoarea unei inghetate de ciocolata! Daca Dumnezeu m-ar omeni cu o faramade viata, m-ar impinge de la spate in bataia soarelui, acoperindu-mi curazele lui nu doar corpul, ci si sufletul. Doamne, daca eu as avea oinima, mi-as scrie ura pe un cub de gheata si as astepta ca soarele sa-ltopeasca. As picta pe stele, cu un vis al lui Van Gogh, un poem de Benedetti si oserenada de Serrat pe care as oferi-o Lunii. As uda trandafirii culacrimile mele ca sa pot simti durerea spinilor si sarutul de culoareacarnii al petalelor proaspete. Doamne, daca as putea primi o farama deviata... N-as lasa sa treaca nici macar o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor ceiubesc, ca îi iubesc. As convinge fiecare femeie si fiecare barbat ca la ei tin cel mai mult sias trai indragostit de iubire. Barbatilor le-as dovedi cat de mult gresescatunci cand cred ca nu trebuie sa se mai indragosteasca atunci candimbatranesc, fara sa stie ca ei imbatranesc tocmai pentru ca inceteaza ase mai indragosti. Unui copil i-as face cadou o pereche de aripi, dar l-aslasa sa invete singur a zbura. Pe cei batrani i-as invata ca moartea nuvine o data cu varsta, ci o data cu uitarea. In fond, si eu am învatat dela oameni atâtea lucruri... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe culmi, fara sastie ca adevarata fericire consta in felul în care urci muntele. Am invatat ca ori de cate ori un nou nascut prinde cu pumnul luimic, pentru prima oara, degetul mare al tatalui sau, îl tine strans pentrutotdeauna. Am învatat ca un om are dreptul sa-l priveasca de sus pe cel cazut, doar cand trebuie sa intinda mana ca sa-l ajute sa se ridice. Sunto multime de alte lucruri pe care as putea sa le invat de la voi, desi,realmente, multe nu îmi vor mai servi la nimic". "Daca Dumnezeu ar uita pentru o clipa ca nu sunt decat o papusa de carpasi mi-ar oferi in dar o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n-as spune tot cegandesc, desi in definitiv as putea sa gandesc tot ce spun. As da valoare lucrurilor marunte, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza ele, ci maicurand pentru ceea ce ele semnifica. As dormi mai putin si as incerca sa visez mai mult, de-abia acum intelegca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii pierdem saizeci de secundede lumina. As merge in timp ce altii ar sta pe loc, as ramane treaz in timp ce toticeilalti ar dormi. As asculta in timp ce altii ar vorbi si, Doamne, cum m-as bucura desavoarea unei inghetate de ciocolata! Daca Dumnezeu m-ar omeni cu o faramade viata, m-ar impinge de la spate in bataia soarelui, acoperindu-mi curazele lui nu doar corpul, ci si sufletul. Doamne, daca eu as avea oinima, mi-as scrie ura pe un cub de gheata si as astepta ca soarele sa-ltopeasca. As picta pe stele, cu un vis al lui Van Gogh, un poem de Benedetti si oserenada de Serrat pe care as oferi-o Lunii. As uda trandafirii culacrimile mele ca sa pot simti durerea spinilor si sarutul de culoareacarnii al petalelor proaspete. Doamne, daca as putea primi o farama deviata... N-as lasa sa treaca nici macar o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor ceiubesc, ca îi iubesc. As convinge fiecare femeie si fiecare barbat ca la ei tin cel mai mult sias trai indragostit de iubire. Barbatilor le-as dovedi cat de mult gresescatunci cand cred ca nu trebuie sa se mai indragosteasca atunci candimbatranesc, fara sa stie ca ei imbatranesc tocmai pentru ca inceteaza ase mai indragosti. Unui copil i-as face cadou o pereche de aripi, dar l-aslasa sa invete singur a zbura. Pe cei batrani i-as invata ca moartea nuvine o data cu varsta, ci o data cu uitarea. In fond, si eu am învatat dela oameni atâtea lucruri... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe culmi, fara sastie ca adevarata fericire consta in felul în care urci muntele. Am invatat ca ori de cate ori un nou nascut prinde cu pumnul luimic, pentru prima oara, degetul mare al tatalui sau, îl tine strans pentrutotdeauna. Am învatat ca un om are dreptul sa-l priveasca de sus pe cel cazut, doar cand trebuie sa intinda mana ca sa-l ajute sa se ridice. Sunto multime de alte lucruri pe care as putea sa le invat de la voi, desi,realmente, multe nu îmi vor mai servi la nimic".



de la Garcia Marquez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305621430461464083-3375586101594596129?l=fetisdeidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/3375586101594596129/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305621430461464083&amp;postID=3375586101594596129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/3375586101594596129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/3375586101594596129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/2007/06/pentru-ca-pot-labels.html' title='&quot;pentru ca pot&quot; labels'/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305621430461464083.post-4906364439101446349</id><published>2007-05-23T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:03:46.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zile de vara'/><title type='text'>haine de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/RlSamhiltUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1IG3Joa-bLI/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067845467327804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="364" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/RlSamhiltUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1IG3Joa-bLI/s320/sky.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;schimbam hainele, pastram muzica,
lasam caciulile, punem palariile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sandalele in picioare si incepem sa ne mintim ca afara nu e canicula.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mai nou in Timisoara e vara de-a devaratelea` dar in comparatie cu ani precedenti seara e furtuna..ceea ce echilibreaza temperatura. e perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si cu ocaria schimbarilor, nadja are o alta pasiune..se plimba, seara inainte de furtuna..cand vantul bate si norii se aduna, iar picaturile ploii cad cu viteza progresiva.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;te iert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lasa iubito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca o sa vina si momentu ala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/305621430461464083-6794910172102550310?l=fetisdeidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6794910172102550310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=305621430461464083&amp;postID=6794910172102550310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/6794910172102550310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/305621430461464083/posts/default/6794910172102550310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetisdeidei.blogspot.com/2007/05/auzi.html' title=''/><author><name>fetis de idei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169809831673779715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/R10V_Qv0EfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wXiSFl8FAlc/S220/DSCN6114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gHp2t0worPY/RlH5PhiltTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e4w2xJxiyCo/s72-c/DSCN6222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
