tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43264555232878993812024-03-05T21:38:54.941-08:00Memories♥Confesiunile unei iubarete...Mihaela♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-64251430223321348052012-04-03T06:09:00.002-07:002012-04-03T06:09:29.353-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPdkhMdBA8O-OG5B1_tjrAsGtUIMZXtr_cWn9GmYS97pgTebM2oBxTghk0cazdZLyi7dDlET7GySuxVO-abvyP_b3ZfF5mNULgWGO56gGEXaIJ22jW7cNy9fd1VNdZSOzDkblU213ZQPi/s1600/562666_354128614637357_143002995749921_1071834_120326078_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPdkhMdBA8O-OG5B1_tjrAsGtUIMZXtr_cWn9GmYS97pgTebM2oBxTghk0cazdZLyi7dDlET7GySuxVO-abvyP_b3ZfF5mNULgWGO56gGEXaIJ22jW7cNy9fd1VNdZSOzDkblU213ZQPi/s320/562666_354128614637357_143002995749921_1071834_120326078_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="hasCaption">Nu!nu ai nevoie de un Fat-Frumos,sau de un basm...ca sa ajungi la acel" si au trait fericiti..pana la adanci batraneti!"<br />
Ai nevoie doar de incredere..e nevoie sa iti iubesti viata...asa cum e, e nevoie sa stii sa te bucuri,de toate acele lucruri marunte,pe care suntem "prea ocupati"sa le vedem..bucura-te de soare!de muzica..de prieteni...bucura-te de familie( sunt singurii care te vor iubii neconditionat)</span></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-83180155211270902882012-01-25T09:12:00.000-08:002012-01-25T09:13:21.643-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oES_fnoCOcklufID7g-2KdGC0T35pElAaFpfTMUUVQqmo_KVEWjQhrla30MnuTpgiIR2WSrzUGWT6QdX2UNSr9NeKNdeSWnC1xCQ_uXHjMY7tGFbOoV9RSh2FKN_BrQJvKpdhQNy-9y-/s1600/tumblr_lxnb4cW5kh1qjzy01o1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oES_fnoCOcklufID7g-2KdGC0T35pElAaFpfTMUUVQqmo_KVEWjQhrla30MnuTpgiIR2WSrzUGWT6QdX2UNSr9NeKNdeSWnC1xCQ_uXHjMY7tGFbOoV9RSh2FKN_BrQJvKpdhQNy-9y-/s1600/tumblr_lxnb4cW5kh1qjzy01o1_500_large.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anii de liceu..ce momente frumoase!Perioada cind ne alimentam cu iluzii,sperante,cind o mica problema devine o tragedie si dispare imediat pentru ca apare alta,cind te indragostesti de doua sau de trei ori in aceeasi luna *<br />
Primul semestru` dintr-un an de liceu a trecut cu repeziciune ,plus inca o ora de fizica si complicatii la matematica<br />
Acum cumintenia de la ore se transforma intr-o tornada de zimbete,recreatia prea scurta dar totusi ne alimentam cu glume si placinte )) iar profa de istorie-uraganul ce ne prinde in virtejul ei (cind se termina ora esti ca dupa o ora in masina de spalat)Multe de invatat,multe emotii si nervi consumati si totusi un vis frumos.<br />
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Gata?<br />
Bine!<br />
Acum, ai incredere ca se va implini.<br />
Nu stii niciodata de unde o sa apara urmatorul miracol, urmatorul zambet, urmatoarea dorinta implinita. Dar daca crezi ca e foarte aproape, si-ti deschizi inima si mintea in fata posibilitatii, in fata faptului cert, s-ar putea sa obtii lucrul pe care il doresti. <br />
Lumea e plina de magie. Trebuie doar sa crezi. Asa ca pune-ti dorinta. <br />
Gata?<br />
Bine. <br />
Acum, crezi in ea cu tot sufletul!"<br />
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{ One Tree Hill }</span></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-77198922264097873652011-12-01T10:03:00.000-08:002011-12-20T04:59:00.658-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZObLN9Uzkb0R82-rnopamtv42TWzpzUgwMKzksfzyPMK7VnnF0sy4ANSwCS0fXV_NBVVgaXc6Gk0wrqb9NsuWkNXbIPpZm5zgZIISb-CETILt-hl6DjABUj1aMLgKxS4_hyphenhyphenVHPd0pB_Qy/s1600/390636_285752068135238_140838495959930_829315_899325560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZObLN9Uzkb0R82-rnopamtv42TWzpzUgwMKzksfzyPMK7VnnF0sy4ANSwCS0fXV_NBVVgaXc6Gk0wrqb9NsuWkNXbIPpZm5zgZIISb-CETILt-hl6DjABUj1aMLgKxS4_hyphenhyphenVHPd0pB_Qy/s320/390636_285752068135238_140838495959930_829315_899325560_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Inca o luna s-a pierdut in timp... nu a fost o luna deloc usoara, dimpotriva! Aveam momente cand imi doream din tot sufletul sa treaca mai repede o ora, o zi, o saptamana. A fost o luna cu esecuri, dar si cu reusite. Cu lacrimi, dar si cu zambete. Cu oameni calzi si cu oameni cu care nu mai vreau sa am de a face. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Iata, decembrie ne bate la usa... eu il primesc cu incredere, cu speranta, cu dorinta de a fi mai bine. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Va urez si voua o luna plina de bucurii, plina de momente frumoase alaturi de cei dragi voua, mai ales de sarbatori si nu numai, o luna pe care sa vi-o amintiti cu drag de acum inainte!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/jjar7np_wuE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjar7np_wuE&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjar7np_wuE&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div> Mi.♥</div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-38844897853334001622011-11-21T10:26:00.000-08:002011-11-21T10:26:38.723-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EW73Wt6xHHSvT7oyGtmFrd9h0Seh40F1tUVsVM7x9FfuBdFi2ixEZes4zXxfCt21YvUDI8PbAF9FUEfxOUxNXvDq7riqrhVpG63kJWzU0BsA73HoPgqaRemNP80iToBmC3amSAqu3Ptt/s1600/001-Headliners-Richard-Pier-Petit_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EW73Wt6xHHSvT7oyGtmFrd9h0Seh40F1tUVsVM7x9FfuBdFi2ixEZes4zXxfCt21YvUDI8PbAF9FUEfxOUxNXvDq7riqrhVpG63kJWzU0BsA73HoPgqaRemNP80iToBmC3amSAqu3Ptt/s400/001-Headliners-Richard-Pier-Petit_large.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><h3 class="post-title entry-title">Zi ideala pentru baieti...</h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal;">07:00 Micul dejun: Snitel parizian si oua, cafea si tost, pregatite si servite de slugi goale si blonde. <br />
07:30 Soseste limuzina.<br />
07:45 Cateva pahare de whiskey in drum spre aeroport. <br />
09:15 Zborul in avionul particular. <br />
09:30 Limuzina cu sofer pana la clubul de golf .<br />
09:45 Golf.<br />
11:45 Pranz: fast food, 3 beri, sticla Dom Perignon. <br />
12:15 Fumatul trabucului. <br />
12:30 Golf.<br />
14:15 Limuzina inapoi pana la aeroport (cateva pahare de whiskey).<br />
14:15 Zborul spre Monte Carlo . <br />
15:30 Plecarea la pescuit. Toate fetele de companie sunt goale.<br />
17:00 Zborul acasa.<br />
18:45 Relaxare la wc, dus, barbierit. <br />
19:00 Stiri: Michael Jackson asasinat, marihuana si filmele porno sunt legalizate.<br />
19:30 Cina: caviar pentru aperitiv, Dom Perignon (1953), un biftec mare, inghetata servita pe sani goi.<br />
21:00 Coniac si trabucul in fata unui televizor mare. <br />
21:30 Sex <br />
23:00 Masaj si scaldatul in jacuzzi cu pizza si bere. <br />
23:30 Sex pentru Noapte buna.<br />
23:45 Intins singur intr-un pat imens.Adormirea. </h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title"></h3></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-32209606862615354522011-11-13T11:10:00.000-08:002011-11-13T11:15:35.983-08:00Idéale♥<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWD-nJiDNDwWmcsoIkwCsFTzZ5RLBskjHWJMAb3eFEDQZ4DKJNzCXFfLGXaAhXQcb57lnWeNB6Zq963yLrl3BqCIF1MlyKZcd0Co7jzpg1cLd17-_sblKSXq8X8Qy20bg5FT16sBG58Op/s1600/285132_249752575035766_230311790313178_1064807_298827_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWD-nJiDNDwWmcsoIkwCsFTzZ5RLBskjHWJMAb3eFEDQZ4DKJNzCXFfLGXaAhXQcb57lnWeNB6Zq963yLrl3BqCIF1MlyKZcd0Co7jzpg1cLd17-_sblKSXq8X8Qy20bg5FT16sBG58Op/s320/285132_249752575035766_230311790313178_1064807_298827_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Noi fetele mereu visam la o zi ideala plina de rasfat si dragoste,ce-i drept asta si meritam...O zi ideala ar fi perfecta si pentru mine:</b><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>08:15 O trezire prin saruturi si gadilire cu ajutorul unui trandafir. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>8:30 Masurarea pe cintar -2 kg mai putin decit ieri .</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>8:45 Mic dejun in pat(croissant,suc de portocale proaspete).Deschiderea unui cadou(inel cu diamant de 9 karate ales de partenerul atent).</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>8:50 Stiri la ''Shopping Channel" (mari reduceri la "Gucci").</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>9:15 Baie fierbinte in uleiuri mirositoare.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>10:15 Relaxare usoara prin fitness cu ajutorul unui antrenor personal amuzant si bine cladit. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>10:30 Ingrijirea tenului, manichiura, spalarea parului, coafatul. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>12:00 Pranzul cu cea mai buna prietena intr-un restaurant.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>12:45 Intalnirea fostei prietene a partenerului si constatarea ca s-a ingrasat cu 7 kilograme. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>13:00 Shoping cu cea mai buna prietena (carte de credit nelimitata). </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>15:00 Somnul de dupa masa.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>16:00 Primirea a 35 de trandafiri de la un admirator secret.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>16:15 Masajul cu ajutorul unui maseur privat puternic dar tandru care exclama ca nicioadata pana acum nu a masat un corp atat de delicat. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>17:30 Alegerea si incercarea imbracamintii scumpe si unicate. O mica parada de moda in fata oglinzi.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>19:30 Cina la lumanari. Dans si complimente.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>22:00 Dus fierbinte (singura).</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>22:50 Purtata in brate pana la pat. Cearsafurile proaspat spalate si parfumate. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>23:00 Giugiulire.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>23:15 Adormirea in bratele partenerului.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b> Si te trezesti la 7:00 pt o zi nu prea ideala :|</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b> Mi.♥</b></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Singura prietenie de pret...este cea care s-a nascut fara motiv... </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkq-4g14Pkk1wmFSyJpd7M82mVygG6Pdx21ZESNBl6bOlyOHeyXKVWepH7rpd-ARWKs51cc6TxnDaj0zy7lA-FyQNS193RsEeWvdWiSykIQwjLm0_3FDAYITkSdG9XWN8ZrSqXLtwJ7Tq3/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkq-4g14Pkk1wmFSyJpd7M82mVygG6Pdx21ZESNBl6bOlyOHeyXKVWepH7rpd-ARWKs51cc6TxnDaj0zy7lA-FyQNS193RsEeWvdWiSykIQwjLm0_3FDAYITkSdG9XWN8ZrSqXLtwJ7Tq3/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se pare ca a vorbi despre "prietenie" nu este un subiect atit de usor pentru mine decit credeam initial.Nu e vorba de un subiect sensibil,ci pur si simplu,e vorba de prieteni care au un rol important pentru mine si carora nu le pot "arunca" doar simple vorbe in vint....</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Acum ceva timp am avut ocazia sa cunosc cele mai dulci fiinte,cele care ma fac in fiecare zi sa zimbesc....Pentru mine sunt de 1000 de ori mai bune si de 1000 de ori mai frumoase.Da,sunt ele > Tany* si Mary*...Cei drept sunt niste nebunatice...Avem multe lucruri in comun : baietii,hainele,si roz-ul.Vedem viata din acelasii punct de vedere : mare,frumoasa si placuta.Cel mai mult ador la ele chestia ca sunt fetele care imi dau toata atentia lor atunci cind am nevoie.Tany* este si colega mea..da da ,chiar de bancuta)) la ore nu mai putem tacea,vorbim orice...cum ne imbracam maine si toate micile nebunii.Imi place la ea felul cum zice "Mary",asa un stil mai pe "englezește" )) sa mori de ris :D... . Mary* e tzaca mea ,cu un an mai mare.Cei drept are mai multa experienta de viata)) cu ea poti vorbi orice...e si mai suparacioasa-pentru maxim 5 min.... Ador la ea zimbetul,e de milioane...Cu putina seriozitate consider ca suntem facute una pentru alta:*:* </b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Avem multe-multe petrecute impreuna,sunt clipe frumoase si unice.Sis-urile ^ mele,declar oficial ca va iubesc! </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIidy8frEAc9f2fUfYzUr3gkLNyUrjYKND9YquoW6PuSxbwF-DjK6z7VHP78TNus7xnsZJbAB5VzU4xoiApJ7UNtXe54OR0q27ypTz1DGjfK_RngzHvOZOffEDnGYFtspV6whzzy1gp0p/s1600/fg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIidy8frEAc9f2fUfYzUr3gkLNyUrjYKND9YquoW6PuSxbwF-DjK6z7VHP78TNus7xnsZJbAB5VzU4xoiApJ7UNtXe54OR0q27ypTz1DGjfK_RngzHvOZOffEDnGYFtspV6whzzy1gp0p/s320/fg.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-17169050992055104542011-11-09T06:18:00.000-08:002011-11-09T06:19:18.759-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Pentru o lume mai buna, trebuie sa invatam sa iertam, sa invatam sa avem rabdare, sa ii ajutam pe altii sa aiba incredere in ei, sa luptam, sa nu ne dam batuti, sa fim noi insine, nu doar niste copii ale altora. <br />
Trebuie sa invatam sa iubim, sa ne acceptam asa cum suntem si sa ii acceptam si pe ceilalti, sa invatam sa facem diferenta intre bine si rau, intre iubire si ura, intre iertare si razbunare.<br />
Iar daca cei din jurul tau sunt opusul a ceea ce esti tu, nu iti pune si tu masca unui om nepasator.<br />
Fii tu unic, cald si bun si chiar daca vor exista persoane care vor profita de bunatatea ta, cineva va stii sa o si aprecieze....<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTYCtbl4BFJM2VKEsREaWeovRHmmFQGepZfomx_lN4iik0Y1pfFq4BBgxr6t0tMAmweIrQHF59hdq5qnfbzo9jw_Xgg3uaxx8oNSt-HFnhmeZTZwwSletvSayH1SSdrnK0jSEQDxzpyrB/s1600/tumblr_lty4775zXf1qctwmwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTYCtbl4BFJM2VKEsREaWeovRHmmFQGepZfomx_lN4iik0Y1pfFq4BBgxr6t0tMAmweIrQHF59hdq5qnfbzo9jw_Xgg3uaxx8oNSt-HFnhmeZTZwwSletvSayH1SSdrnK0jSEQDxzpyrB/s320/tumblr_lty4775zXf1qctwmwo1_500_large.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br />
Mi.<span class="o" data-query="{"userId":"obbxuzlevhujchvus0qutejbtatbootsnwndk"}">♥</span>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-24303252347805197882011-11-06T02:53:00.000-08:002011-12-20T05:00:55.822-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA98YsJfFBQN8W0o9wzJ_SvEw1Qe3qYuty7oFVEt491i2rvCV2VQgdg8XIRyjqnO1mlYIPy5wzXCMC1NLKKglpLEtaEDYzOZBOc0Xry0Vc3WvJVfanpHTcZulIuCCtzfmOvFRamw7RRRk7/s1600/tumblr_llto9mQb4d1qarv68o1_1280_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA98YsJfFBQN8W0o9wzJ_SvEw1Qe3qYuty7oFVEt491i2rvCV2VQgdg8XIRyjqnO1mlYIPy5wzXCMC1NLKKglpLEtaEDYzOZBOc0Xry0Vc3WvJVfanpHTcZulIuCCtzfmOvFRamw7RRRk7/s320/tumblr_llto9mQb4d1qarv68o1_1280_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="font-size: x-small;">Cu cat te deschizi mai mult in fata oamenilor, cu atat creste riscul de a fi ranit.<br />
Si totusi investim sentimente si trairi in ei, in oamenii de langa noi.<br />
E un risc, da. Insa deseori, ceea ce primesti inapoi merita acest risc.<br />
Cu siguranta vom plati uneori cu lacrimi si durere, insa asta nu are trebui sa ne opreasca sa daruim din nou. <br />
Solutia nu este sa iti pui lacat inimii si sa nu iti mai dai <span class="text_exposed_show">voie sa simti. Nu.<br />
Fiecare lacrima cazuta te face mai puternic, te ridica un pic mai sus. Poate ca in momentul ala te simti slab pentru ca ai permis altora sa te raneasca, dar daca ai reusit sa te ridici din lacrimi si sa mergi mai departe esti un om puternic. <br />
Nu-ti fie teama sa lasi alti oameni sa intre in viata ta si sa te faca sa simti ceva, orice: durere, bucurie, furie, dragoste. <br />
Doar simtind ne simtim oameni...</span></span></h6><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> Mi.<span style="color: purple;">♥</span></span></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-48736539111343656412011-11-03T04:35:00.000-07:002011-11-03T04:35:07.461-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrq11ghYPZUE67fzN0xUUDSEexb3lygGWCu7RiF2LYT9V77_q_wsZ5f2gbfQgaqjqYBXXdv1l9VpHXpSf0U7rzZ6Q73OLhQKLHZ6mXb3FKU4zBSJDLn5NCS0vJCcs1TuTgiCBo_jozc03/s1600/313775_257465807630531_140838495959930_746652_1511049131_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrq11ghYPZUE67fzN0xUUDSEexb3lygGWCu7RiF2LYT9V77_q_wsZ5f2gbfQgaqjqYBXXdv1l9VpHXpSf0U7rzZ6Q73OLhQKLHZ6mXb3FKU4zBSJDLn5NCS0vJCcs1TuTgiCBo_jozc03/s320/313775_257465807630531_140838495959930_746652_1511049131_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Trenul vietii...<br />
<br />
Viata este ca o calatorie cu trenul: Urcam si coboram des, exista accidente, surprize placute la unele statii si tristete adanca la altele.<br />
Atunci cand ne nastem si urcam in tren, intalnim oameni despre care credem, ca ne vor insoti pe tot parcursul calatoriei noastre: parintii nostri. <br />
Din pacate, adevarul este altfel. Ei coboara la o statie si ne lasa pe noi fara dragostea si atasamentul lor, fara prietenia si compania lor.<br />
E drept ca in tren urca alte persoane care vor ocupa un rol important in calatoria noastra. Acestea sunt fratii nostri, prietenii nostri si acei oameni minunati pe care ii iubim. <br />
Unele dintre aceste persoane care urca in tren, privesc calatoria ca o plimbare scurta. Altii gasesc numai tristete pe parcursul calatoriei. Si mai exista si altii in tren, care sunt permanent prezenti si gata de a oferi ajutorul lor celor care au nevoie de el.<br />
Unii lasa in urma lor cand coboara un dor vesnic... Unii urca si coboara, si noi abia i-am observat. <br />
Ne mira faptul ca unii pasageri, pe care ii iubim cel mai mult, se muta in alt vagon si ne lasa singuri in aceasta etapa a calatoriei noastre. <br />
Bineinteles noi nu ne lasam opriti si ne straduim sa-i gasim si sa ne inghesuim sa trecem si sa ne mutam. Din pacate, uneori nu ne putem aseza langa ei, deoarece locul de langa ei este deja ocupat.<br />
Nu face nimic, asa este calatoria: plina de provocari, vise, fantezii, sperante si despartiri... <br />
....dar fara intoarcere.<br />
Deci, trebuie sa facem calatoria in felul cel mai bun posibil.<br />
Sa incercam sa iesim la capat cu cei care calatoresc impreuna cu noi, si sa cautam ceea ce este mai bun in fiecare dintre ei...<br />
Sa ne aducem aminte, ca in oricare etapa a calatoriei poate exista un tovaras de-al nostru care sa ezite si care probabil are nevoie de intelegerea noastra. <br />
Si noi vom sovai des si va exista cineva care sa ne inteleaga.<br />
Misterul cel mare al calatoriei este ca nu stim cand vom cobora definitiv din tren si nici cand vor cobora cei ce calatoresc alaturi de noi, nici macar cel care sta pe locul de langa noi. <br />
Cred ca o sa fiu cuprins de duiosie atunci cand cobor definitiv din tren..... <br />
Da, cred acest lucru. <br />
Despartirea de cativa prieteni pe care i-am intalnit in timpul calatoriei, va fi dureroasa. Va fi intristator sa-i las singuri pe cei mai dragi mie. Dar am speranta ca odata si odata va veni gara centrala, si am senzatia, ca am sa-i vad sosind, cu bagaje pe care inca nu le-au avut atunci cand au urcat in tren.<br />
Ceea ce ma va face fericit este gandul ca si eu am avut partea mea in sporirea bagajelor lor si in cresterea valorii acestora. <br />
Dragi prieteni, noi sa ne straduim sa avem o calatorie buna si ca la sfarsit sa putem spune ca a meritat osteneala. Sa incercam sa lasam dupa noi, cand coboram, un loc gol care lasa dor si amintiri frumoase la cei care calatoresc mai departe...<br />
Celor care sunt parte a trenului meu, le doresc...<br />
♥Calatorie placuta !<br />
P.S. Fragment din cartea lui Octavian Paler, "Viata pe un peron".<br />
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Mi.♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-7663323547609021222011-11-02T03:25:00.000-07:002011-11-02T03:25:44.452-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHSF6jqhsGNMDFU-0XyLdqpUjNM8vLYxPcrZy1cBigsM6p26bTG-PIh-5rZf6qmLWcAOyZCEZMPUsb1k4GWbFQStOEsDOarHe0EnpobQ8byv7wY89Ok3-3wnOWv8cSUZIx_68n2Ny2W3J/s1600/298100_266800240030421_140838495959930_777191_1115025602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHSF6jqhsGNMDFU-0XyLdqpUjNM8vLYxPcrZy1cBigsM6p26bTG-PIh-5rZf6qmLWcAOyZCEZMPUsb1k4GWbFQStOEsDOarHe0EnpobQ8byv7wY89Ok3-3wnOWv8cSUZIx_68n2Ny2W3J/s320/298100_266800240030421_140838495959930_777191_1115025602_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1bDlhHzcCkP7BMwNTnMLZRuxyg2g2Lx0sH9czevqPcyl1Im3kRHem30nYVonqrajmLwlZAma4_6_1Rocw9AT9Z2E_96_t8UCWHtd_Ws9joq6q8uod1bnsrexQnurm82Sr6GXTr7cUFB9/s1600/312968_268737949836650_140838495959930_783043_840828605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>Azi sunt fericita! ♥<br />
<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca respir, vad, aud, ma bucur de frumusetea din jur.<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca pot dansa ori de cate ori simt nevoia si pot canta oricand vreau asta... si daca n-am voce, ce? Eu tot ma simt bine cantand...<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca desi am avut cateva neplaceri, sunt un om sanatos si plin de viata!<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca desi am pierdut cativa prieteni la care tineam, viata mi-a scos in cale altii mai buni.<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca am crezut dintotdeauna in dragoste si chiar daca ea m-a dezamagit uneori, mi-a adus cele mai frumoase momente.<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca parintii mei au stiut cand si cum sa imi zica "Nu" si m-au invatat sa fiu omul care sunt.<br />
Sunt fericita pentru ca ma pot bucura de gesturile marunte, dar pline de afectiune!<br />
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Mi.♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-14359657175305506402011-11-01T04:08:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:08:32.124-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTtDSHMb2_4ITZh3hoJ-D4fhPMhLHkOQL-5Q5YQMcG88mRkSpfxUDP7zyau6yVaGpm3_Aa6vegj7oHvq4IPWhqymUk1Uk1K8k_RWDEluYGAIC_r555pbdyOgHNkrLM8HU3ALlw42LWWE5/s1600/321509_269890646388047_140838495959930_786599_616142445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTtDSHMb2_4ITZh3hoJ-D4fhPMhLHkOQL-5Q5YQMcG88mRkSpfxUDP7zyau6yVaGpm3_Aa6vegj7oHvq4IPWhqymUk1Uk1K8k_RWDEluYGAIC_r555pbdyOgHNkrLM8HU3ALlw42LWWE5/s320/321509_269890646388047_140838495959930_786599_616142445_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Sunt femeie, dar mai presus de toate sunt Om!<br />
Sunt un om caruia ii pasa, pe care il doare, care simte!<br />
Sunt un om pe care il doare sa fie mereu luat in vizor si pus la zid, pe care il doare invidia si superioritatea celor cu care intra in contact.<br />
Sunt un om caruia ii pasa de durerea celor din jur, de lacrimile celor care nu pot mai mult, de neputinta altora in fata vietii.<br />
Sunt un om care simte, care poate iubi, ierta, multumi, aprecia. <br />
Cu toate astea, cu greu pot trece peste indiferenta, nepasarea sau rautatea celorlati. <br />
Iert, dar nu uit. Pentru ca sunt Om, si simt, si imi pasa, si ma doare...<br />
Mi.♥ ♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-74185634880633465332011-10-28T11:13:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:07:51.774-07:00Waiting for you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<b><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ru"><span class="hps"> Сердце</span> <span class="hps">бьется,</span><br />
<span class="hps">Цвета и</span> <span class="hps">обещания..</span><br />
<span class="hps">Как</span> <span class="hps">быть храбрым?</span><br />
<span class="hps">Как я могу любить</span><span class="">,когда</span><br />
<span class="hps">Я боюсь</span> <span class="hps">упасть</span> <span class="hps">...</span><br />
<span class="hps">Время</span> <span class="hps">не стоит на месте</span></span></b><br />
<b><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ru"><span class="hps">Все это время я верила что я найду тебя..</span></span><span class="actionLink" data-query="{"userId":"doxpddzadzvrqfzhr0qfiszduwccbtdfqrrl"}">♥</span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ru"><span class="hps">..</span><br />
<span class="hps">Время</span> <span class="hps">принесло</span> <span class="hps">мне свое сердце</span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ru"><span class="hps"> </span><br />
<span class="hps">На шаг ближе.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ru"><span class="hps"> </span><br />
<span class="hps">На шаг ближе</span></span></b><br />
<b> Waiting for you( </b><br />
Mi.♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-53881347257988274742011-10-24T08:31:00.000-07:002011-10-24T08:32:19.069-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclIZZUgU7VBjJ9gh3uzjlPsICEYbr6-IiVpjthQZwZxkBZTo1_B6PSUVaBg0nKlAa6tZO-7KJDAHwLH0-JN043KtaJYNK34NDjCY66U8JA1IFuVW4plRdglvBPXKoxT1p6CTEa_pIZCeS/s1600/x_f2578712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclIZZUgU7VBjJ9gh3uzjlPsICEYbr6-IiVpjthQZwZxkBZTo1_B6PSUVaBg0nKlAa6tZO-7KJDAHwLH0-JN043KtaJYNK34NDjCY66U8JA1IFuVW4plRdglvBPXKoxT1p6CTEa_pIZCeS/s320/x_f2578712.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Nu sunt niciodata fericita sau trista ... nici pe jumatate..nici pe intreg.Sunt mereu prea trista sau prea fericita. Nu exista cale de mijloc. Nici macar in modul meu de a iubi. Te iubesc prea mult sau de loc. Sunt ori prea mult a ta, ori nu iti apartin deloc...</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"> <span style="color: black;"> Mi.</span></span></span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">♥</span></span></h6>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-14699814002700291792011-10-23T11:00:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:15:08.778-07:00Si eu iubeeeeesc Iubesc marea,iubesc cerul albastru de dupa o ploie ,iubesc libertatea,iubesc fluturii, iubesc povestile cu happy-end, iubesc parfumul florilor..iubesc soarele,iubesc zapada,iubesc sarbatorile de iarna,iubesc versurile care imi ajung la inima,iubesc loialitatea,adevarul,iubesc petrecerile,iubesc linistea,iubesc zgomotul,iubesc dragostea neinteresata,iubesc indragostiti,iubesc zambetul inocent al copiilor,al batranilor.,iubesc lacrimile de fericire,iubesc emotia primului sarut,emotia primei intalniri,misterul,..iubesc persoanele care ma fac sa zambesc,iubesc persoanele care stiu sa fie”acolo” cand am nevoie...si L-as fi iubit si pe El ......<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vcaYRPmBlfFmZ5-rFNHcGauPiGgNeiSRz8t4mYMhthe91fT_V6cFeXzZQOBw1UXMJhwwnpXW6SvoUTBnmgirgie5QasQIbWrvcV09fJdEcaHM83cNrcCN7XGSeTdETwhPYph6v-zTFZQ/s1600/safe_image.php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vcaYRPmBlfFmZ5-rFNHcGauPiGgNeiSRz8t4mYMhthe91fT_V6cFeXzZQOBw1UXMJhwwnpXW6SvoUTBnmgirgie5QasQIbWrvcV09fJdEcaHM83cNrcCN7XGSeTdETwhPYph6v-zTFZQ/s320/safe_image.php.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div> Mi. ♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-56790655895243031352011-10-10T08:42:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:08:57.115-07:00...Lupta contra sentimentelor. Nu vreau sa ma resemnez in fata sentimentelor si nu am vrut sa recunosc nimic. Dar recunoasterea vine de la sine. Asa cum totul vine de la sine.<br />
<div>Asa cum tot frumosul se distruge, asa cum din ruine se ridica frumosul si cum din nou se distruge.</div><div>E absurd cum uneori clipele frumoase sunt umbrite de chestii urate si ridicole. Te bucuri de anumite momente si la un moment dat uiti, si se concretizeaza actualitatea... Doare.........</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/_KSyWS8UgA4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KSyWS8UgA4&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KSyWS8UgA4&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div>Imi amintesc de privirea perechii de ochi , vad realitatea si ma scufund intr-un loc ciudat si intunecat. Razele de lumina se pierd... umezeala se acutizeaza...acum se pierde si el...aerul devine mai rece,mai intepator.... intuneric. Fara capat.</div><div>Simt si eu un sentiment concret si nici el nu poate fi cum trebuie. Mereu se baga cate ceva. Cate cineva.</div><div>Sau poate doar eu ma bag unde nu trebuie.<br />
Mi.♥</div><div><br />
</div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-85123041255733784622011-10-09T00:56:00.001-07:002011-10-09T00:56:46.810-07:00<span>А у него глаза красивые..такие родные..до безумия добрые..в такие глаза и влюбиться не трудно..они дают желание жить..именно жить, а не существовать..</span><span>▼ </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOnfKOBkdffeKMsMsTYkQlb2H_NnLRth3W_OJJQMIpccNdcC45Xmv4NXcjelsfgdHbnRgHTYCvOk1JJGRVeSL-SiPhlGj3TnsUJY6jt__kEmkL6J8tFzZyoeRw0uQwjUPDsCHZH8Q58Md/s1600/x_840d8c65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOnfKOBkdffeKMsMsTYkQlb2H_NnLRth3W_OJJQMIpccNdcC45Xmv4NXcjelsfgdHbnRgHTYCvOk1JJGRVeSL-SiPhlGj3TnsUJY6jt__kEmkL6J8tFzZyoeRw0uQwjUPDsCHZH8Q58Md/s320/x_840d8c65.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-77764717100334928552011-09-07T10:26:00.000-07:002011-09-07T10:35:54.929-07:00Vis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK3-k8Gqf2Ckgpim2EO2xAqV80rLDka5Vyn5BMWdbTxppyEu3CFWI4Iv3VE10_sLIa9Q7Fx0a_OlnioZtIDu2R8TxWqM2bD_sP8YaDxZeJ0k9S5kR6a-YV2sg3HZN3Ktyl_NZ0jUtG_zO/s1600/Mi.+%252878%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK3-k8Gqf2Ckgpim2EO2xAqV80rLDka5Vyn5BMWdbTxppyEu3CFWI4Iv3VE10_sLIa9Q7Fx0a_OlnioZtIDu2R8TxWqM2bD_sP8YaDxZeJ0k9S5kR6a-YV2sg3HZN3Ktyl_NZ0jUtG_zO/s320/Mi.+%252878%2529.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Te am.<br />
Soarele-mi cade pe fata,<br />
Inima-mi bate tare:<br />
Eu rid!<br />
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Te simt.<br />
Picaturi se scurg din cer,<br />
Dar soarele arde:<br />
Un curcebeu.<br />
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Te iubesc.<br />
Pe soare il tin de mina,<br />
Pe luna o am la picioare:<br />
Eu visez...<br />
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Mi.♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-86413971814519813082011-08-25T23:25:00.000-07:002011-08-25T23:36:52.896-07:00tu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/8v_4O44sfjM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Privesc si încerc sa gasesc cerul))*Ce ma învaluia in sentimente pure,contrare.Ma scotea din minti.Ma arunca într-un nor gri ca mai apoi sa ma arunce într-o balta de zimbete...Rîd si plîng,visez si cred.Vreau sa-l scot din mine ...Defapt,nu există uitarea...doar timp pierdut cu altcineva... Doar lucruri facute fara dorinta... Doar defecte socotite ca calitati...<br />
<span class="mctc_name"> </span>Mi.♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-86506544610434939072011-08-17T00:25:00.000-07:002011-10-10T09:04:05.779-07:00Prima si ultima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsY9YKpIkPWDC_CseH3YE1Z5TRISMVC6yUarYrudSPT_GnlYY_dVLKoIbqUdXgC__TKn5pZk8XEAh41hZ2oea0apV6Iw9YTOaC9_DjppDiFfK3G9TC8LPzpZkRjFHH_iTq0vp5VVnPZN2/s1600/Mi.+%2528179%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsY9YKpIkPWDC_CseH3YE1Z5TRISMVC6yUarYrudSPT_GnlYY_dVLKoIbqUdXgC__TKn5pZk8XEAh41hZ2oea0apV6Iw9YTOaC9_DjppDiFfK3G9TC8LPzpZkRjFHH_iTq0vp5VVnPZN2/s320/Mi.+%2528179%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="color: #ea9999;">Draga tu,</span><br />
<div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">M-am decis sa-ti scriu...stiind ca nu vei citi (Atitea ginduri imi cuprind mintea...O ploaie intensa de sute si sute de ginduri mici si mari ma invadeaza pur şi simplu. E atit de greu sa le opresc...Poate chiar vreau sa fiu cuprinsa de acele amintiri care as vrea sa le traiesc din nou.Te vad, te simt, te aud, te miros cu ochii inchiSi...</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Imi este dor de acele zile,imi este dor de tn...!M-am pierdut de multe ori in tine,in parfumul tau unic..</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">.</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nu vreau sa te scot din mine,decit atunci cind te voi privi ca un om simplu,un necunoscut.Permite-mi asta!</span></b></span><b style="color: black;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"> TE uit.Promit!</span></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </div> <span style="color: #ea9999;"> Cu drag,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">Eu... </span>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-23396033030057139212011-08-11T00:36:00.000-07:002011-08-11T00:36:17.804-07:00M ♥ D<span style="background-color: black;"></span><br />
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<div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Prietena mea? E mica si dulcee :D ....Pur si simplu o iubesc,ma intelege,si pt mine asta e cel mai important...</i></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><i><b style="font-weight: normal;">Impreuna am invatat poate cea mai importanta regula care face o prietenie sa dureze.</b></i></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Suntem pe aceeasi lungime de unda mai mereu. Si daca una din noi e pe alta frecventa, e ok. Nu ne-am putea certa.</i></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzlsb0z1Q0ikkNd1zMddS5dBLNM4gYg17ygRYRxr48I3wvGZhZ3dcac13sZSvWSUVrOf0xgduaxMkPT8WIo8lNJxDfjQUwLO21mSr7qAJieun9g-jpQnjLY76sT6VOOZPhpwt56yPKw2y/s1600/DSC01184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzlsb0z1Q0ikkNd1zMddS5dBLNM4gYg17ygRYRxr48I3wvGZhZ3dcac13sZSvWSUVrOf0xgduaxMkPT8WIo8lNJxDfjQUwLO21mSr7qAJieun9g-jpQnjLY76sT6VOOZPhpwt56yPKw2y/s320/DSC01184.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Este cea mai ciudata de pe planeta.. cei drept ne iubim.. cu ea rad si plang fara nici o jena.. cu ea pot sa fac ca toti dracii xD.. de la ea ma astept la orice.. ea e cea care rade singura.. ei pot sa ii spun absolut orice.Pentru mine tot cea mai fenomenala si priceputa ramine .... I ♥ D...!</div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-24814158291685612262011-07-11T14:56:00.000-07:002011-07-11T14:56:50.305-07:00Cind dragostea orbeste...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL1m6bH59OrUVVMNzQkBSr7fiBQb5AHs5Mb-eq0USlgkXs2EoiGbgf13q56SffpT8xlE8xSW3rmYp7RLM22-6TgwkXUP-Yhwwuuv2ZfKuXUJzGycpCWmiO4SBvduWXz7YfUm8za3nCnQa/s1600/%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL1m6bH59OrUVVMNzQkBSr7fiBQb5AHs5Mb-eq0USlgkXs2EoiGbgf13q56SffpT8xlE8xSW3rmYp7RLM22-6TgwkXUP-Yhwwuuv2ZfKuXUJzGycpCWmiO4SBvduWXz7YfUm8za3nCnQa/s320/%252B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: purple;"> Dintotdeauna dragostea a fost proiectata in spatiul magic,asociata cu farmecele pe vremuri sau taxata drept "oarba" in zilele noastre.Cum stau,de fapt,lucrurile?Exista "greseli" in dragoste?De ce iubim uneori persoane cu care aparent nu avem nimic in comun?Sau poate avem totusi...</div>Intr-o buna zi,<span style="color: purple;">Nebunia</span> s-a gindit sa-si invite prietenii la o petrecere.Si dupa ce s-au adunat cu totii,<span style="background-color: white; color: purple;">Veselia</span>,ca sa mai invioreze atmosfera,ca doar asta e treaba ei,a propus sa se joace cu totii de-a v-ati ascunselea.Ideea a fost primita cu entuziasm,doar citiva s-au abtinut.<span style="color: purple;">Adevarul </span>a decis sa nu se ascunda si...de ce s-o faca,la urma urmei?!<span style="color: purple;">Mindria </span>a refuzat,sub pretextul ca ar fi un joc prostesc(de fapt,era invidioasa ca nu fusese ideea ei),<span style="color: purple;">Lasitatea </span>n-a vrut sa se riste,<span style="color: purple;">Lenea </span>si <span style="color: purple;">Frica </span>au refuzat si ele,fiecare din motivele ei.<span style="color: purple;">Nebunia</span>,incintata de ideea de joc,s-a oferit sa numere.Zis si facut.<span style="color: purple;">Lipsa-de-griji</span> s-a tolanit in primul strat de trandafiri frumos mirositori.<span style="color: purple;">Invidia </span>s-a ascuns la umbra <span style="color: purple;">Consecventei</span>,care reusise sa se catare pina in virful celui mai inalt copac,<span style="color: purple;">Frumusetea </span>si-a gasit ascunzatoarea perfecta-un lac cristalin;<span style="color: purple;">Libertatea </span>s-a ascuns intr-o rafala de vint,iar <span style="color: purple;">Tristetea </span>a inceput sa plinga-asa,din senin.La fel Si <span style="color: purple;">Disperarea</span>,care s-a trezit in fata unui zid si n-a mai stiut incotro."98,99,100!" "cine nu-i gta,il iau cu lopata",a terminat <span style="color: purple;">Nebunia </span>de numarat.Prima descoperita a fost <span style="color: purple;">Curiozitatea</span>-vrind sa vada cine pica primul,a riscat sa-si scoata capul din ascunzatoare.A doua a fost <span style="color: purple;">Generozitatea</span>-ramasese cu un ascunzis cam slabut-pe cele bune le cedase prietenilor.Si <span style="color: purple;">Bucuria </span>a fost descoperita repede-i se auzea de departe ginguritul.Dupa <span style="color: purple;">Egoism </span>n-a trebuit sa caute prea mult,s-a dat singur in vileag.Cu <span style="color: purple;">Indecizia </span>a fost si mai usor:statea pe un gard si nu se putea hotari pe ce parte sa se ascunda.Si uite-asa,<span style="color: purple;">Nebunia </span>si-a gasit toti prietenii ,numai <span style="color: red;">Dragostea </span>lipsea...Asa ca a pornit in cautarea ei.A cutreierat munti si vai ,a cautat-o sub pietre,a cautat-o in spatele curcubeului,a cautat-o prin copaci.Si cind era pe cale sa renunte,a zarit un tufis de trandafirri salbatici.Cu o nuielusa a inceput sa miste crengile,pina cind a auzit un tipet de durere.Era <span style="color: red;">Dragostea</span>,careia spinii ii scosesera ochii.<span style="color: purple;">Nebunia </span>a implorat iertare si,in cele din urma,i-a propus un tirg:s-o insoteasca peste tot si sa fie vederea ochilor ei.Si,uite asa,de atunci <span style="color: red;">Dragostea </span>e oarba si vesnic insotita de <span style="color: purple;">Nebunie</span>.<br />
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Sursa:Cool Girl ♥♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-85884286995489848242011-07-04T00:33:00.000-07:002011-10-07T08:06:39.982-07:00(fara titlu)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/97bmzTtVMzI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Lasa-ma sa zbor catre cer,caci vreau sa ating acel nor .Sa zbor in nestire deasupra lumii si sa zaresc cu coada ochiului zimbetul tau senin, pentru ca doar atunci ai realiza cit de departe as merge pentru tine.</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Sunt mai mult decit o mie de vise...</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Poveste asta cu miros,te ameteste asa-i? Te face sa te simti bine, sa te ineci in vis dupa vis, sa te pierzi in iluzie dupa iluzie si in final, in final…nu mai intelegi nimic. Pentru ca mirosul a fost prea puternic sa te mai lase sa fii atent la altceva, pentru ca nu ai mai simtit niciun gust si nicio aroma.</span>Si da,nu este ceea ce vreau sa fie,esti atit de diferit,dar totusi ca altii...</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Mi.♥ </div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-65237593704363026502011-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:002011-07-03T09:47:51.484-07:00poti?te provoc sa indraznesti ceea ce iti doresti<br />
indrazneste sa iubesti cum nu ai mai facut-o pana acum<br />
indrazneste sa traiesti viata ca si cum asta ar fi ultima zi<br />
indrazneste sa nu fii amabil<br />
indrazneste sa fii fals <br />
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indrazneste sa fugi de realitate<br />
indrazneste tot ce iti vine in minte<br />
indrazneste de n ori... <br />
Shi...poti?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326455523287899381.post-33188942454714287972011-07-02T02:18:00.000-07:002011-07-02T02:18:33.141-07:00De azi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhhqxkqS3HUqPA0LeXmcg_wd3r9-0XkYGRmQgVUb8sUyH-AD_NCLphXzKoUPP4FdxF7U_ZQCLZBcOOnRwE94NQo56qEK0h51fv3AUwd5m91uQvds8DMwaAuKaAuZp3IIAvFJqKuprreF1/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhhqxkqS3HUqPA0LeXmcg_wd3r9-0XkYGRmQgVUb8sUyH-AD_NCLphXzKoUPP4FdxF7U_ZQCLZBcOOnRwE94NQo56qEK0h51fv3AUwd5m91uQvds8DMwaAuKaAuZp3IIAvFJqKuprreF1/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">De azi <i>te iubesc</i> suficient. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu mult, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nu foarte mult, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nu mai mult. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Suficient si atat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ca totul sa fie ok. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu foarte bine, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nu superb, </div><div style="text-align: center;">ci doar ok. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru ca dupa un <i>superb</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;">exista si un <i>groaznic. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa ca <i>ok</i> e mai mult decat suficient. </div>♥Mihaela Cerevatîihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01335764337988385680noreply@blogger.com0