<?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-6914793346523604187</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:34:28.578+02:00</updated><category term='marile sperante&quot;'/><title type='text'>Dorite si cu siguranta nedorite - Principal</title><subtitle type='html'>Ca sa nu mai trebuiasca sa ma repet : ceea ce scriu sunt povesti, fictiune, simpla imaginatie, adevar in proportie de 10% poate mai putin. Multumesc pentru intelegere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7989233039635497469</id><published>2012-01-28T01:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:05:06.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ziua ta iubitul meu frate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYXHIdUg7i0/TyM7pj2uhQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/L_azY1jDapw/s1600/IMG_6099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYXHIdUg7i0/TyM7pj2uhQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/L_azY1jDapw/s400/IMG_6099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702467138366637314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Ciprian citire: "Imi doresc sa manac o pizza cu tine la Mister M si sa bem doua beri de nume pentru ca nu am mai facut asta de la ziua ta, cand ai implinit 19 ani. Pentru ca rar est esti in toane bune si pentru ca anul trecut m-ai refuzat si Marius s-a luat dupa tine, anul aceste vreau sa promiti ca vei veni si vei manca la o masa cu mine. De obicei tu imi faci mancarea, asa ca de ziua mea vreau eu sa iti ofer o masa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fratele dicteaza, eu scriu si imi tot zice sa termin cu "Amin".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7989233039635497469?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7989233039635497469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7989233039635497469' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7989233039635497469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7989233039635497469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-ziua-ta-iubitul-meu-frate.html' title='De ziua ta iubitul meu frate'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYXHIdUg7i0/TyM7pj2uhQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/L_azY1jDapw/s72-c/IMG_6099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7639172405178355897</id><published>2012-01-12T01:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:37:38.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N-o fi lumea asta facuta numai din bani si interese daca eu mai pot simti iubire in jurul meu. Ma bucur ca te-am gasit si ma poti hrani deplin din tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7639172405178355897?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7639172405178355897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7639172405178355897' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7639172405178355897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7639172405178355897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/n-o-fi-lumea-asta-facuta-numai-din-bani.html' title=''/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-9165994193187501544</id><published>2011-12-05T21:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:52:39.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de fiecare zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cand deschid ochii dimineata tie iti ofer primul gand. Ma ridic repede din pat caci mereu imi amintesc ca nu-ti place leneveala. Orbecai prin ceata zorilor pana la prima tigara si-mi fac repede cafeaua. Deschid computerul si te caut. Rad de mine si de disperarea mea de a spune "neata`". Mi se umple sufletul de noua zi atunci cand imi raspunzi si astept nerabdatoare sa ies din casa, sa te vad, sa te aud vorbind si mai ales sa-ti strecori bratul in jurul meu si sa-ti pot simti mireasma de barbat ce iubeste. Ma simt minunat langa tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XIeDcL-lj7k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-9165994193187501544?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/9165994193187501544/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=9165994193187501544' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/9165994193187501544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/9165994193187501544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/ganduri-de-fiecare-zi.html' title='Ganduri de fiecare zi'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XIeDcL-lj7k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-464551606072892951</id><published>2011-07-25T23:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:52:34.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M-a sunat prezentandu-se drept cadou de la sotul meu. Incantata, zic eu. Spre seara l-a adus. Te tinea in dreapta lui in masina.  O namila de om negru si barbos. El n-a mai coborat, insa cadoul meu s-a ridicat de pe scaunul masinii inaltandu-si capul la doi metri deasupra pamantului. Brunet cu ochii negri, cu barba aranjata intr-un cioc aspru frumos conturat, cu nasul cam mare ce-i drept si niste buze carnoase, tuns scurt si cu urechi simpatice ce-i incadrau frumos capul acela in care ochii ii straluceau de emotie. Masina a plecat in graba si-am ramas cu el la margine de strada bucurandu-mi privirea cu doi metri de barbat frumos, cu umeri imensi, c-o talie bine definita si cu un piept lucrat ce-i iesea in evidenta sub tricoul mulat. Am intins mana sa-l salut, dar mi-a prins umerii tragandu-ma spre el si sarutandu-mi obrajii. Avea o forta neobisnuita si totusi ma strangea cu grija. Mirosea a curat si a barbat, avea o piele maslinie spre neagra si maini aspre ce nu-mi mai dadeau drumul. Chimie. Vraja s-a declansat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Cine esti tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A dat sa-mi explice ceva balbait din care nu am inteles decat numele. Imi suna telefonul, vorbesc si aprind o tigara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Fumezi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Ora 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plec grabita lasandu-l acolo cu o fata nelamurita aproape proasta. Era tarziu, aveam ceva mai bun de facut, pe cineva drag de vazut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In miez de noapte ma suna iar "cadoul" si imi da intalnire pentru a doua zi. Zic si eu ca da cu conditia sa ma gaseasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma trezesc pe la 11 din cauza telefonului. Cateva obligatii prin oras, cateva urgente veterinare, transporturi de medicamentoase si apoi am fost condusa (ca niciodata) la coafor. Nici nu intru bine ca telefonul coafezei suna iar ea zambeste ciudat si inchide. ma lasa sa astept, isi cauta treaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namila de barbat apare tremurand in usa. Trece pe langa mine strangandu-mi in toata palma sa uriasa fundul. Aveam un ziar in mana si l-am apucat strans frangandu-mi si limba intre dinti sa nu injur. Imi ia ziarul si citeste in soapta titlul. Il strange sul si izbeste cu el peste fundul meu zambind timid. Ce situatie ciudata, coafeza unde e?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Hai sa iesim, bolboroseste el si apucandu-mi bratul ma impinge spre iesire. Nu ma impotrivesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ne indreptam spre scara unde locuiesc. Scoate cheile, cartela de la interfon, imi deschide usa apartamentului si intram fara sa ne descaltam. Am facut doi pasi in bucatarie cand am observat ca individul se tinea aproape de mine. Ii simteam mirosul pielii si m-am intors spre el. Ii luceau ochii in cap, doua lumini negre, demonice, atat de frumoase.. Ii ating barba care culmea era moale si placuta pentru degetele mele. Ma insfaca cu bratele-i lungi si tari lipindu-ma de pieptul lui. A inceput sa-mi bata inima salbatic iar el tremura necontrolat. Mi-am lasat capul moale peste el, m-a cuprins strans si-am stat asa minunte-n sir simtindu-ne si simtind lucruri minunate. Mi-am intins mainile pe dupa gatul lui, mi-a cuprins mijlocul si m-a lasat sa-mi bag nasul sub barbia lui respirand greu. Am inceput sa tremur, genunchii s-au inmuiat si m-am lasat grea rezemandu-ma de el. M-a strans si mai tare sustinandu-ma. I-am mangaiat parul, umerii uriasi, bratele-i puternice, i-am prins fata in palme si l-am privit atat de aproape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imi doream tare mult sa stiu ce gust are acest om ciocolatiu ce vibra odata cu mine. Ma uitam in ochii lui si vedeam cum teama il incerca. Buzele-i carnoase alcatuiau o gura frumoasa. I-am tras capul sa-l sarut, era atat de natural. Mi-am lipit usor buzele de ale lui ca apoi el sa le cuprinda pe ale mele, limba lui cautandu-si cale sa intre in gura mea. Era delicios, un gust placut ce te facea sa vrei tot mai mult. M-a strans puternic transformand sarutul intr-unul salbatic si hulpav. Imi trosnea inima si tremuram lasandu-ma in voia simturilor sia iuresului creat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M-a rezemat de tocul usii indepartandu-se sa ma priveasca. Nu mai puteam sta in picioare, vibram din toata fiinta mea si-mi doream sa zic ceva si nu reuseam. M-am adunat si am facut un pas spre el izbindu-ma iarasi in bratele sale. M-a primit strangandu-ma, framantandu-ma si sarutandu-ma ca pentru ultima data. Primeam si dadeam tot, acolo pe hol, leganandu-ne si miscandu-ne in ritmuri alese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I-am dislocat bratele de pe trupul meu, l-am mai sarutat o data si i-am deschis usa sa iasa cerandu-i cheile. S-a intristat, mi-a dat cheile si a iesit din casa cu spatele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-O sa vii diseara, trebuie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-O sa vin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am incuiat usa dupa el fugind la fereastra sa-l mai vad o data. Era atat de frumos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-464551606072892951?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/464551606072892951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=464551606072892951' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/464551606072892951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/464551606072892951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/cadou.html' title='Cadou'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4268166483796160789</id><published>2011-07-17T10:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:18:38.298+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Va rog nu ma treziti, traiesc !</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4268166483796160789?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4268166483796160789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4268166483796160789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4268166483796160789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4268166483796160789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/va-rog-nu-ma-treziti-traiesc.html' title='Va rog nu ma treziti, traiesc !'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4293878469416157303</id><published>2011-07-13T20:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:31:14.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chema-ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0jpddZ6oU/Th3V-QQq0UI/AAAAAAAAA38/mBcPuqNUsp8/s1600/blog2%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0jpddZ6oU/Th3V-QQq0UI/AAAAAAAAA38/mBcPuqNUsp8/s200/blog2%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628890374776475970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand stai singur in noapte cu ochii spre tavanul intunecat chama-ma in gandurile tale. Cand lacrimi imaginare apar pe chipul tau sa stii ca mi-e dor de tine, atat de dor de tine pe bucati caci nu ti-as face fata in intregime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand stai singur pe malul marii in gandurile tale si valurile ti se-nchina la picioare, sa stii ca eu sunt in spuma marii sarutandu-ti degetele. Refuz sa cred ca nu ma vrei si ca-ti doresti sa ma dai uitarii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand privesti cerul plumburiu lasand vantul sa-ti biciuie obrajii stiu c-ai vrea sa-mi tii mana la pieptul tau, sa-mi zambesti cu rani grele si dureri adanci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu pot sa-mi dau seama de ce te doresc atat de mult si nici nu vreau sa te scot din gandul meu. Vreau sa-mi apari in vise mereu, desi... nu ma lasi sa descopar de ma vrei si tu ori ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4293878469416157303?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4293878469416157303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4293878469416157303' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4293878469416157303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4293878469416157303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/chema-ma.html' title='Chema-ma...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0jpddZ6oU/Th3V-QQq0UI/AAAAAAAAA38/mBcPuqNUsp8/s72-c/blog2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-637242769189515810</id><published>2011-07-11T23:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:01:05.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinovat fara stire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgefQI-3bQs/ThthI7HaXQI/AAAAAAAAA30/NIxPY46d54w/s1600/couple%252Chands%252Cholding%252Chands%252Clove%252Cpolaroid%252Cblue-6051c50d5ab695d697e7a76af6c10d2f_h%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgefQI-3bQs/ThthI7HaXQI/AAAAAAAAA30/NIxPY46d54w/s320/couple%252Chands%252Cholding%252Chands%252Clove%252Cpolaroid%252Cblue-6051c50d5ab695d697e7a76af6c10d2f_h%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628198965265194242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu esti vinovat de toate cate mi se-ntampla si-as vrea macar sa vezi cum vreau sa-ti multumesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o dimineata nimicitoare, cu o zi inainte am stat si ne-am jucat pana tarziu in noapte. Cu greu am adormit doar ca sa-ti visez fata acoperindu-mi ochii. Tot tu m-ai trezit cu glasul vioi si pus pe treaba. Nu vedeam de somn dar te simteam imprejurul meu ingrijorat ca nu voi ajunge la timp pentru programul de astazi.  Impinsa de la spate de mainile-ti dibace m-am imbracat fumand si sorbind din cafea. Am tot vorbit ca nu cumva dorul de tine sa ma doara. Pe cat de dura suna vocea ta pe atat de usor ma antrena in noua zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am reusit sa ajung buimaca in multimea de oameni fanatici inconjurati de-ai lor prieteni acoperiti de par si nu-mi doream mai mult decat sa te vad pe tine langa mine tinandu-ma de mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"-Ce eleganta esti!" M-ai facut sa ridic capul curajoasa, sa-mi umflu pieptul, sa-mi indrept spatele si sa pasesc fara temerile mele obisnuite in acea adunare urat mirositoare. Imi erai ancora salvatoare in oceanul involburat de oameni nebuni. Te cautam cu ochii si-as fi intins disperata mainile dupa tine, m-as fi agatat neputincioasa de bratul tau si-as fi disparut oricand de acolo doar cu tine. Adesea nu te vedeam dar iti simteam respiratia in ceafa si ma minunam cat de plina pot fi din asa putin. Zambetul tau tamaduitor pentru sufletu-mi biciuit ma sustine sa rezist si sa-mi mai si placa. Incepi sa stii cat de minunat esti pentru mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MKfDwChOoHI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-637242769189515810?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/637242769189515810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=637242769189515810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/637242769189515810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/637242769189515810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/vinovat-fara-stire.html' title='Vinovat fara stire'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgefQI-3bQs/ThthI7HaXQI/AAAAAAAAA30/NIxPY46d54w/s72-c/couple%252Chands%252Cholding%252Chands%252Clove%252Cpolaroid%252Cblue-6051c50d5ab695d697e7a76af6c10d2f_h%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3600836635444907931</id><published>2011-07-05T18:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:05:44.811+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_24C_eO6M/ThMoCMW3BBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/je6mQhXWAlk/s1600/Picture%2B032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_24C_eO6M/ThMoCMW3BBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/je6mQhXWAlk/s400/Picture%2B032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625884377657836562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sa fii fericit prietene! La multi ani pentru cei 15 ani de prietenie in diferite stadii! La multi ani pentru cei 3 ani de mariaj alaturi de mine! Fii liber si traieste-ti viata exact asa cum simti !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3600836635444907931?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3600836635444907931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3600836635444907931' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3600836635444907931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3600836635444907931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani !'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_24C_eO6M/ThMoCMW3BBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/je6mQhXWAlk/s72-c/Picture%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2707157626848536774</id><published>2011-07-04T16:43:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:52:38.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeie disperata - Esti o chestiuta micuta de care m-am indragostit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aZdHGhrhoAA" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disperata sa-i vezi fata. Zile lungi si multe in care ardeai sa vezi ochii acelui om ce te vrajea prin cuvinte reci, nelalocul lor, rautacioase cateodata, dar cu talc pentru tine. Nu pot sa cred ca reusesti sa ai atata rabdare in tine femeie nebuna. Nu pricep care e rostul placerii ce-o cauti in chinul asteptarii. Nu vreau sa te mai vad rabdand sa se intample ceva. Tu esti cea de foc ce pune mana hulpav pe ce-ti place si intoarce spatele ireversibil la "ne-simtire". Ce fel de sentiment te incearca, ce fel de nebunie experimentezi, ce fel de om ai devenit? Si stiu ca nu e singuratatea pentru ca nu ai timp nici sa dormi, nici sa mananci, tocmai ca sa-ti tii prietenii aproape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Si cand i-ai vazut ochii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I-am vazut si am ramas inmarmurita. Nu pentru ca ar fi fost extraordinari de patrunzatori. Era o licarire abia zarita printr-un web aburit de vreme sau de praf sau de ieftin si ardeau intr-un om firav doi ochi cand blanzi, cand amenintatori ce ma faceau sa tremur aiurea. Si seara dupa seara ii cautam doar ca atunci cand raman eu cu mine sa ma gandesc la ei. Era o victorie enorma si ramane una din luptele pe care le-am castigat cel mai greu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Doar cu atat ai ramas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Deloc. Cand cerul s-a acoperit de nori plangand, cand lunii ii era frica sa se-arate, cand becul s-a stins l-am zarit. Cu totul. M-am topit, m-am albit, m-am temut, m-am indepartat. Am iesit in ploaie sa-l vad tot in splendoarea lui la munca. Mi-am facut cu greu curaj sa ma apropii. Il priveam cu coada ochiului si-mi era frica, nu ca ma vede, ci o frica stranie ca de ma uit altfel la el va disparea. Doream sa tip de fericire si sa zbier de teama. Tremuram in suflet si incercam cu o ultima fortare sa-i zic inimii sa stea calma. Nu pot sa zic de ce in atata spaima am gasit curajul sa ma apropii, sa-l salut si sa primesc acel zambet copilaresc. El era fenomenal. Am vrut sa spun lumii intregi ca-l stiu si ca ma stie, ca-mi place si vreau sa-l mai intalnesc. Tot el m-a oprit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seara de seara, melodie dupa melodie, cuvant cu cuvant ma vedeam rapusa de cel mai mare vis nefericil al meu. Nu m-am opus nici macar o secunda. Doream arzator mai mult si nu m-am oprit sa ma intreb daca e bine sau nu... pana astazi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Astazi imi tin tigara-n mana stanga. E ultima. Incerc sa trec peste ce mi-a fost atat de bine. Caci fericirea ce-am simtit-o a tinut trei zile - numar blestemat. Bucuroasa sa ma cheme, sa-l am in preajma mea, sa-i dau atentie si sa-l privesc. N-am indraznit sa-mi imaginezi ca-l voi avea aproape pana am vazut ca nu-i sunt indiferenta. Ma chema fara cuvinte si-l doream copilareste pe aceeasi patura cu mine in licariri de foc, in frig de iunie ploios, ca sa ma faca sa fierb sub bratul lui, la pieptul lui, nu pentru ca eu i-am cerut, ci pentru ca el m-a chemat, el m-a dorit acolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu-mi pot exprima fericirea in cuvinte, dar acolo lipita de el nu aveam aer, nu aveam puls, nu aveam inima ce bate. Timpul s-a oprit in loc. Parca nu mai era nimeni, doar noi in toata livada inchisi intr-o cutie mica, noi si focul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N-am putut sa-mi refuz bucuria de a-mi aseza capul in acelasi pat cu al lui, sa nu intind mainile bezmetic dupa el, sa-l gasesc in asternut, sa-l pot atinge si sa dansez cu el pe muzici imaginate. Mi-a strans mana la piept sa ma omoare, a respirat langa mine sa ma mangaie, mi-a luat trupul intr-o imbratisare ingrijoratoare sa-mi arate cum contez. Degetele-i frematau ratacite prin sufletul meu si daca ar fi stiut ce face s-ar fi oprit si l-as fi oprit eu daca aveam puterea, dar eram muta, surda si fermecata ca-n poveste de cea mai calda atingere ce-as fi suportat-o vreodata. Imi era pielea treaza si-mi clocotea sangele in lupta dintre a ma opri si a obtine mai mult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atat de frumos il vedeau ochii mei... atat de neatins, atat de nemeritat... Sa stau in palma lui, sa-i privesc fata de aproape, sa respir acelasi aer, sa-mi odihnesc oasele langa el. Stiam ca e un vis ce se va spulbera repede. In momentul cand zorii s-au aratat am stiut ca nu mai pot suporta atata fericire. M-am desprins violent din caldura lui, din mana lui si am lasat acei ochi in urma pasind anevoie prin dimineata racoroasa temandu-ma ca nu-mi va mai fi niciodata atat de bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somn agitat, vise pline de erotism infantil, m-am trezit doar ca sa-l vad altfel. Nu inteleg de ce trebuie sa ma supun si sa nu mai cer, de ce mi-e sete si nu beau, de ce sunt flamanda de el si nu-l pot avea. Nu-l vreau in feluri interzise, nu sunt animal sa-i visez gura lipita de a mea, vreau doar mana mea ametita de mangaierea lui, vreau licarirea ochilor lui pe fata mea, vreau sufletul acela crud si cald, vreau sa-i vorbesc cand e cu spatele la mine, vreau sa-nteleaga ce-mi doresc cand nu ma uit la el. Vreau sa ma joc in bratele sale, vreau sa-mi odihnesc mintea obosita la pieptul lui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vreau sa stiu cum poti sa treci peste cele mai fericite momente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2707157626848536774?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2707157626848536774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2707157626848536774' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2707157626848536774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2707157626848536774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/femeie-disperata-esti-o-chestiuta.html' title='Femeie disperata - Esti o chestiuta micuta de care m-am indragostit.'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aZdHGhrhoAA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5739085644452833287</id><published>2011-06-22T22:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:29:59.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddi Jane - Rolling in the Deep (Adele)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lMrCW07XBS8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can see you crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare,&lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave with every piece of you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us,&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told,&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair,&lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling,&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;But you played it with a beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for.&lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,&lt;br /&gt;You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all.&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me),&lt;br /&gt;It all, it all, it all.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep.&lt;br /&gt;(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut o obsesie pentru melodia asta! O iubesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5739085644452833287?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5739085644452833287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5739085644452833287' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5739085644452833287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5739085644452833287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/maddi-jane-rolling-in-deep-adele.html' title='Maddi Jane - Rolling in the Deep (Adele)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lMrCW07XBS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4309543921290397217</id><published>2011-06-20T22:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:18:34.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfanta Martira Ecaterina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: medium; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-width: medium; border-left-style: none; border-left-color: initial; border-right-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-color: initial; border-top-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-color: initial; "&gt;In credinta crestin ortodoxa, Sfanta Ecaterina este recunoscuta ca protectoarea tinerilor, a iubitorilor de carte, a medicilor, a celor care doresc sa se casatoreasca si a femeilor ce doresc sa devina mame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TznYddulftE/TO7IwZP0V9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MV31FWGAN7Q/s1600/ert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-decoration: none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TznYddulftE/TO7IwZP0V9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MV31FWGAN7Q/s1600/ert.jpg" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: medium; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-width: medium; border-left-style: none; border-left-color: initial; border-right-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-color: initial; border-top-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-color: initial; "&gt;     Sfanta Ecaterina este praznuita in fiecare an, pe data de 25 noiembrie, atunci cand toti cei care poarta derivate ale acestui nume isi sarbatoresc ziua onomastica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;     Scrierile religioase prezinta viata sfintei plasata in Alexandria, in anii 304, in timpul imparatului Maximian si al fiului sau Maxentie, doi conducatori pagani ce nu acceptau propovaduirea sau recunoasterea numelui Domnului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;     Sfanta Ecaterina s-a nascut in in sanul unei familii nobile, invatate, fiind fiica principelui Consta. Datorita acestui avantaj, dar si gratie harurilor cu care fusese inzestrata, Ecaterina ajunge una dintre cele mai admirate femei, fiind neasemuit de frumoasa, inteligenta, deprinzand arta oratoriei, a limbilor straine, dar si a unor stiinte sau arte precum astronomia si literatura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;     Alegand sa urmeze invataturile Mantuitorului si sa le impartaseasca si altora, Sfanta Ecaterina este inchisa si asuprita de care Maximian si fiul sau. Intr-un sfarsit ea este arsa pe rug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;    Primul nume romanesc atestat ce provine de la Ecaterina a fost Catalina. Acesta, impreuna cu forma masculina Catalin fiind cele mai intalnite forme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;     Pe langa ele, mai avem si derivatele autohtone Catinca, Catrina, Caterina, Cati, Ecaterina, Catina, Catita, Tincuta, Kitty, dar si cele straine Catherine in engleza si franceza, Katherina in germana, Katalin in maghiara si Katia in rusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rugaciune catre Sfanta Ecaterina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;O, Sfântă Muceniţă frumoasă şi-nţeleaptă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Inelul de logodnă l-ai luat pe mâna dreaptă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Ai vrut să ai drept Mire pe Domnul Iisus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  Uitat-ai bogăţia, căci L-ai iubit nespus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tu n-ai ştiut ce-i frica de regi, de împăraţi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  Nu te-ai uitat la dânşii, că sunt încoronaţi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;    Nu ţi-ai lăsat credinţa, ci mult ai înmulţit-o, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  Întărind şi pe alţii, fecioară mult-iubită!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;    Nu te-a-nfricoşat moartea ori chinul, ori durerea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;   Pentru Hristos, bătaia, ţi s-a părut ca mierea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  Deci tu, cu rugăciunea, ne umpli de nădejdi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;   În dragostea ta mare, tu, să ne ocroteşti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;  Sfântă Ecaterina din Muntele Sinai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;   Din Rai, o dulce rază de pace să ne dai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4309543921290397217?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4309543921290397217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4309543921290397217' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4309543921290397217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4309543921290397217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-credinta-crestin-ortodoxa-sfanta.html' title='Sfanta Martira Ecaterina'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TznYddulftE/TO7IwZP0V9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MV31FWGAN7Q/s72-c/ert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-211534426265455443</id><published>2011-05-30T16:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:02:21.154+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc cu mila si cu groaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EZmDzxpiiYE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Acum sunt mai pustiu ca totdeauna&lt;br /&gt;De cand ma simt tot mai bogat de tine&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi stau pe tample soarele si luna&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi-e cel mai rau si cel mai bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite n-are cine sa ne-ajute&lt;br /&gt;Abia-si mai tine lumea ale sale&lt;br /&gt;Si-ntr-un perete alb de muze mute&lt;br /&gt;Nebunii negri cauta o cale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren x 2:&lt;br /&gt;Si te iubesc cu mila si cu groaza&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-i al tau mi se cuvine mie&lt;br /&gt;Ca un nebun de alb ce captureaza&lt;br /&gt;Regina neagra pentru o vesnicie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin gari descreierate accidente&lt;br /&gt;Marfare triste vin in miezul verii&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu sunt plin de gesturi imprudente&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa te apropii si ca sa te sperii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jur imprejur privelisti aberante&lt;br /&gt;Copii fragili ducand parinti in spate&lt;br /&gt;Batrani cu sanii gri de os pe pante&lt;br /&gt;Si albastrosi venind spre zari uscate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine si iti caut chipul&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare margine a firii&lt;br /&gt;In podul palmei daca iau nisipul&lt;br /&gt;Simt un inel jucandu-se de-a mirii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-aud prin batalii din vreme-n vreme&lt;br /&gt;Ostasii garzii tale ti se-nchina&lt;br /&gt;Iubita mea cu foarte mari probleme&lt;br /&gt;Cu chïp slavon sď nume de regďna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Iubesc Dumnezeule intr-un mod cu totul nou, nu mai matur, nu mai curat, nu mai pur ci... altfel. Nu am termen de comparatie pentru ce simt, nu am curaj sa pun in vreo balanta ceea ce traiesc pentru ca mie frica sa nu aflu ca mai mult de atat nu se permite. Sentimentul acesta, cu totul nou pentru ce stiu eu, ma aprinde si ma stinge, ma salbaticeste si ma educa, ma distrunge si ma cladeste, e un mixt de tot ce inseamna simtire. Simt frica pentru ca nici un pas nu e sigur, iar viitorul a ceea ce traiesc e in ceata. Incerc cu disperare sa ma agat de grumazul iubitului meu ca sa ma aflu in siguranta. Calc pe nisipuri miscatoare, ma arde dorinta, imi culc capul pe pieptul lui si tremur, imi las buzele prada sarutarilor lui si imi vine sa fug, imi las mijlocul cuprins de bratele sale si ma topesc, ma lipeste de el si nu mai stiu de mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Face dragoste cu sufletul meu zilnic, imi saruta inima acolo unde sangele clocoteste, imi mangaie spiritul, imi gadila orgoliul, ma lauda tacit si ma patrunde cu privirea pana in maruntaie. Nu sunt goala in fata lui, ci mai degraba ca un cadavru in disectie. Fila cu fila atinge cu degetul umed fiecare varf de sentiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Barbat fara seama, alaturi de tine sunt femeie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-211534426265455443?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/211534426265455443/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=211534426265455443' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/211534426265455443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/211534426265455443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-iubesc-cu-mila-si-cu-groaza.html' title='Te iubesc cu mila si cu groaza'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EZmDzxpiiYE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-918969189356460127</id><published>2011-05-09T18:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:31:12.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine te-a blestemat iubitule sa te-ndragostesti de mine?</title><content type='html'>Sa nu dormi, sa te plangi ca nu-ti place mancarea, sa nu-ti ajunga cafeaua si sa nu-ti gasesti linistea decat in bratele mele. Sau nici macar atat, sa-ti fie dor si cand esti la pieptul meu, sa te trezesti cu noaptea-n cap numai sa-mi faci placerile, sa-ti petreci zile in sir doar satisfacandu-mi mofturile si frematatul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freamata iubitule si consuma-te zilnic, cu cat esti mai plapand cu atat reusesc si eu sa te iubesc mai mult. Doar slabiciunea ta ma face pe mine mai puternica cat sa te apuc si sa ma joc... ca o copila proaspat indragostita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slabeste iubite in fata mea caci nu te ranesc. Sangerarea sufletului tau ma va face pe mine sa mangai unde vreu, numai arata-mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-918969189356460127?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/918969189356460127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=918969189356460127' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/918969189356460127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/918969189356460127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/cine-te-blestemat-iubitule-sa-te.html' title='Cine te-a blestemat iubitule sa te-ndragostesti de mine?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-1503012841837382850</id><published>2011-03-10T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:35:52.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormantareala</title><content type='html'>Eu si fratele - azi - Stendhal - mormantareala(nu se zice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-1503012841837382850?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1503012841837382850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=1503012841837382850' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1503012841837382850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1503012841837382850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/mormantareala.html' title='Mormantareala'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2767112193589854970</id><published>2011-03-09T18:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:13:17.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfaturi pentru viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; font-family: Helvetica, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; " &gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Da oamenilor mai mult decât se asteapta si fa-o cu bucurie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Casatoreste-te cu un barbat/femeie cu care îti place sa stai de vorba. Pe masura ce vei îmbatrâni, îndemânarea de a face conversatie va fi foarte important.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nu crede tot ce auzi, cheltuie tot ce ai si dormi când vrei.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Când spui 'Te iubesc' asa sa fie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Când spui 'Îmi pare rau' priveste omul în ochi.&lt;br /&gt;6. Logodeste-te cu cel putin sase luni înainte de a te însura.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Crede în dragoste la prima vedere. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nu râde de visurile cuiva. Oamenii care nu au viasuri, nu au prea multe.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Iubeste mult si pasional. Poti fi ranit, dar este singurul mod de a trai din plin. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.În dispute, lupta cinstit. Nu pronunta nume.&lt;br /&gt;11. Nu judeca oamenii dupa relatiile pe care le au.&lt;br /&gt;12. Vorbeste rar, dar gândeste repede.&lt;br /&gt;13! .... Când cineva îti pune o întrebare la care nu cunosti raspunsul, zâmbeste si întreaba: De ce vrei sa stii?'&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Tine minte ca marea iubire si marile realizari comporta mari riscuri. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spune 'Noroc' când auzi pe cineva stranutând.&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;b&gt; Când pierzi, nu pierde si lectia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tine minte cei trei 'R': Respecta-te; Respecta pe altii; Responsabilitate pentru toate actiunile tale.&lt;br /&gt;18. Nu lasa ca o mica disputa sa strice o mare prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;19. Când îti dai seama ca ai facut o greseala, incearca imediat sa o corectezi.&lt;br /&gt;20. Zâmbeste când ridici telefonul. Apelantul va simti asta în vocea ta..&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;b&gt; Stai o vreme singur. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2767112193589854970?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2767112193589854970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2767112193589854970' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2767112193589854970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2767112193589854970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/sfaturi-pentru-viata.html' title='Sfaturi pentru viata'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4899894244447749738</id><published>2011-01-12T17:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:09:02.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plang</title><content type='html'>Uite plang, chiar plang si zambesc. Ma doare sufletul ingrozitor, ma simt inutila. Incerc de atatia ani sa fac ceva si ma vad rapusa. Oare pentru ce m-am muncit atat? Nu inteleg ! Poate ar trebui sa ma multumesc cu mai putin. Probabil dorintele mele sunt prea multe si prea dificile, insa stiu sigur ca nu sunt imposibile. Ma chinui si-mi simt sufletul nimicit sub povara ce-o port. Maine e ziua mea. Inca o zi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4899894244447749738?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4899894244447749738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4899894244447749738' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4899894244447749738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4899894244447749738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/plang.html' title='Plang'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5809386522108752450</id><published>2010-12-21T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:23:32.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatoritul alungat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Sa presupunem ca este ziua lui Ionut. Familia lui si multi prieteni se hotarasc sa-i faca o surpriza: un mare ospat. Ei pregatesc totul, se aseaza la masa, vorbesc tot felul de lucruri si fiecare se simte bine. Deodata, cineva bate la usa: este chiar Ionut, in cinstea caruia se facuse ospatul. Cineva ii raspunde prin usa intredeschisa:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;- Ne pare rau, dar nu mai avem nici un loc liber. Toate sunt ocupate. Vino cu alta ocazie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Nu-i asa ca o asemenea intamplare ar fi ridicola? Ca un asemenea ospat nu ar avea nici un rost? Si totusi, o asemenea poveste ridicola se intampla in fiecare an la 25 decembrie, in mii de case. In multe case se pregatesc pomii de Craciun, darurile si un mare ospat de ziua nasterii lui Iisus. Doar Iisus lipseste. In mijlocul ospatului, El bate la usa, iar ei ii raspund:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;- Nu mai avem nici un loc liber, vino data viitoare!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ce rost are sa sarbatorim Craciunul fara Iisus? In fiecare an oamenii din toata lumea sarbatoresc ziua de nastere a Domnului, dar atat de multi sarbatoresc aceasta zi fara iisus. Sa-l punem pe Iisus in mijlocul sarbatorii de Craciun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5809386522108752450?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5809386522108752450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5809386522108752450' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5809386522108752450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5809386522108752450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/sarbatoritul-alungat.html' title='Sarbatoritul alungat'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5604717452983607023</id><published>2010-12-13T22:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:32:11.621+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toamna tarzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma dor umerii ingrozitor, ii am rupti de presiunea copacului ce-l imbratisam cu patima. Atata ce l-am iubit, atata ce m-a incalzit incat am rezistat sa-mi tocesc umerii. Mi-e vanata pielea si imi place senzatia. Durerea ce-o simt se impanzeste dulce in mine. Nu-mi pot ridica mainile, de parca povara inca imi sta in brate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A fost un frig cumplit, cojocul nu-si avea rostul, pantalonii s-au prefacut in foaie de tabla. Sub cerul inghetat si senin ma intindeam la mers domol prin gerul prea repede venit al unei nopti de toamna tarzie. In tacerea cumplita doar talpile noastre scrasneau pe pietrisul amortit. Nici frunzele nu aveau curajul sa se desparta de crengile lor obosite si sa ajunga in drum. Lumina funerara si pala ii strapungea ochii. Ma privea pe furis de sub capul lasat si trupul garbovit de frig. L-am apucat de brat, l-am tras langa mine si i-am prins in maini grumazul ce-i clocotea a vorbe inecate. L-am strans usor si s-a inecat, dar nu s-a retras. Mi-a inlaturat cojocul, a ridicat bluza si mi-a atins abdomenul. Imi era cald desi mainile sale aruncau inghet in pantecul meu. Dorea sa-mi vorbeasca insa nu reusea. M-am scuturat de el si acum incercam sa-mi continui drumul. Ma urmarea spasit cum calc. M-am inmuiat si l-am luat de mana tragandu-l dupa mine in livada. Nu i-am dat drumul mainii in timp ce m-am rezemat de un copac. L-am bruscat un pic si s-a izbit in mine luandu-mi aerul. Si-a bagat nasul sub barbia mea respirand nervos. Mana libera se zbatea sa atinga cat mai mult si mai apasat in timp ce cealalta se incorda sa-mi rupa palma. Si n-am vrut sa mai vad nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I-am dat drumul. L-am lasat sa se hraneasca. Mi-am intors spatele spre el, am apucat cu forta copacul din fata mea, mi-am proptit umarul in el si ajutata animalic am incercat neputincioasa sa-l daram. Trosnea si scartaia incercand sa ne sustina. Frunzele se scuturau una cate una, unghiile mele incercau sa smulga coaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se facuse cald in jurul nostru. Vapai rosii si albastre imi ardeau simturile. Ma durea trupul de prea multa placere. Asurzisez doar ascultand acel geamat fara seaman. Din burta mea valuri ude si fierbinti imi scaldau picioarele. Si-mi spunea 'rezista', 'stai', 'da-mi tot'. Imi tremura fiinta si inima-mi statea sa crape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Copacul renuntase sa mai stea teapan leganandu-se sub presiunea umerilor mei. Eu renuntasem sa mai gandesc. Unde de soc din fiecare membru s-au pornit spre pantecele meu si odata ce s-au intalnit m-au facut sa trezesc cu icnete acea noapte ciudata. Tezaurul alb imi frigea in jeturi spatele cand m-au lasat genunchii si m-am culcat pe covorul de frunze. M-a cuprins strans chinuindu-se sa traga aer, mi-a soptit ceva de neinteles si a tras haina peste noi. Divin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dupa un timp noaptea si-a amintit de noi trimitand cate un fir de ger ca sa ne patrunda. Ne-am ridicat si-am revenit pe drumul inghetat ce duce catre casa. Tot n-am vorbit, dar zambetele de multumire ne-au tinut de urat pana in asternutul de acasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si totusi cat de vineti imi sunt umerii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5604717452983607023?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5604717452983607023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5604717452983607023' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5604717452983607023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5604717452983607023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/ma-dor-umerii-ingrozitor-ii-am-rupti-de.html' title='Toamna tarzie'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-1004772130722276579</id><published>2010-12-08T23:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:17:58.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbatii superiori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; " &gt;1. Dupa barbati si dupa tramvaie nu trebuie sa alergi. Tot timpul vin altele (altii)...&lt;br /&gt;2. O femeie are nevoie de o fantezie bogata pentru a iubi un barbat pentru calitatile lui.&lt;br /&gt;3. Daca ne gandim bine barbati sunt rezultatul unui cromozom handicapat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cand o femeie se casatoreste poate sa imparta grijile care inainte nu le avea.&lt;br /&gt;5. Daca Dumnezeu ar fi creat femeia pentru spalat rufe si vase le-ar fi facut mainile din aluminiu.&lt;br /&gt;6. Orizontul intelectual al unui barbat este distanta dintre penis si creier...&lt;br /&gt;7. Spre deosebire de barbati femeile si-ar recunoaste greselile...daca ar avea vreunele.&lt;br /&gt;8. Unii barbati au complexe de inferioritate; problema este insa ca sunt inferiori...&lt;br /&gt;9. Totul are o limita numai prostia barbatilor este infinita...&lt;br /&gt;10. Femei luati barbatii asa cum sunt, altii nu exista!&lt;br /&gt;11. Barbatii sunt barbatosi, femeile sunt divine.&lt;br /&gt;12. Daca o femeie agata un barbat el se numeste "cuceritorul".&lt;br /&gt;13. Este bine stiut ca nimeni nu este perfect. In afara de Dumnezeu ...daca EA exista...&lt;br /&gt;14. Femeile sunt un cadou pentru barbatii Pamantului.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sarutul este cea mai placuta metoda de a astupa gura barbatilor.&lt;br /&gt;16. Femeile au intotdeauna ultimul cuvant. Aceasta datorita faptului ca barbatilor le lipseste fantezia.&lt;br /&gt;17. Nu contrazice un barbat. Asteapta numai cateva momente si atunci o face el singur.&lt;br /&gt;18. Cu cat cunosc mai multi barbati cu atat iubesc mai mult animalele.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bigamia inseamna sa ai un barbat prea mult. Monogamia la fel.&lt;br /&gt;20. Barbatii contrazic legile fizicii: daca ii pui sub lupa devin mai mici decat in realitate.&lt;br /&gt;21. Razboaiele din istoria omenirii au pornit din dorinta barbatilor de a avea menstruatie.&lt;br /&gt;22. La intrebarea de ce barbatii sunt mai inalti si mai bine dezvoltati decat femeile nu trebuie decat sa ne gandim la buruieni...&lt;br /&gt;23. Femeile care vor sa fie la fel de bune ca barbatii sunt lipsite de mandrie.&lt;br /&gt;24. Barbati se dezvolta pana la 14 ani, dupa care cresc numai.&lt;br /&gt;25. Barbatii stapanesc alfabetul bunului simt. De la A la B.&lt;br /&gt;26. Prin creatia Evei Dumnezeu a creat o faptura care poate face munca ce o fac 5 barbati.&lt;br /&gt;27. Este bine stiut ca barbatii sunt superiori femeilor. La fel de bine este stiut ca Pamantul este lat.&lt;br /&gt;28. Oamenii care se enerveaza pentru orice, stiu totul mai bine si au numai sex in cap mor devreme. Acestia oameni se numesc barbati.&lt;br /&gt;29. Barbati sunt fiinte la care pubertatea se imbina cu Midlife Crisis.&lt;br /&gt;30. Fiecare Adam are o Eva pe care poate sa dea vina pentru ceea ce nu poate sa ajunga el.&lt;br /&gt;31. Dumneazeu cand a creat barbatul exersa inca...&lt;br /&gt;32. Tebuie ca numai cu putin inainte de a crea barbatul Dumnezeu a inventat alcoolul...&lt;br /&gt;33. Cand Dumnezeu a creat barbatul, trebuie ca a fost o ceata deasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-1004772130722276579?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1004772130722276579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=1004772130722276579' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1004772130722276579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1004772130722276579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/barbatii-superiori.html' title='Barbatii superiori'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6605875246661056315</id><published>2010-09-10T18:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:05:23.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adevar trist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fetita micuta invata sa coase goblenuri. Si s-a muncit ea mult, si-a cusut si-a descusut, pana i-a iesit "Carul cu boi", cumva. Mandra a mers la tatal si la mama ei sa le arate isprava. Au laudat-o si mama l-a rugat pe tata sa inrameze opera. Au inramat-o, apoi tatal a luat opera fiicei sale si a pus-o pe un perete. Fetita a plans si s-a vaitat degeaba, caci peretele din poiata gainilor oricum arata mai vesel acum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6605875246661056315?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6605875246661056315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6605875246661056315' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6605875246661056315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6605875246661056315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/09/adevar-trist.html' title='Adevar trist'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5843362558718297555</id><published>2010-09-04T12:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:56:54.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta zi de munca</title><content type='html'>Raiul este plin de diavoli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5843362558718297555?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5843362558718297555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5843362558718297555' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5843362558718297555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5843362558718297555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/09/alta-zi-de-munca.html' title='Alta zi de munca'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2561770601375361771</id><published>2010-09-01T14:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:04:23.342+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima zi de munca</title><content type='html'>Prea tare !!! Am gasit raiul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2561770601375361771?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2561770601375361771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2561770601375361771' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2561770601375361771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2561770601375361771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/09/prima-zi-de-munca.html' title='Prima zi de munca'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4618013177480510358</id><published>2010-08-11T19:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:59:22.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alergari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma chinui sa-mi recapat "forma" sau mai degraba sa-mi recapat rezistenta. Tigarile, sedentarismul m-au transformat intr-un adevarat "soricel de calculator" desi nu cred ca exista expresia asta. Am inceput de luni ca tot omul ce se vrea normal. L-am pacalit pe fratele meu sa ma insoteasca si am reusit sa fac primul kilometru de alergare. Plamanii mei faceau spume si dadeau sa-mi iasa afara din piept, insa contrar asteptarilor, dupa ce am facut un dus acasa m-am simtit mai plina de viata ca niciodata. A doua zi n-am reusit sa pacalesc pe nimeni sa vina cu mine asa ca m-am dus singura. Am respirat corect, am facut pasi marunti si am reusit sa alerg 1 km si jumatate. "E bun", zic eu. Astazi am plecat cu gandul sa alerg 2 km si iata-ma acasa dupa un dus minunat. Sunt atat de vie! Maine trebuie sa parcurg 2km si jumatate. Sunt tare curioasa pana unde pot sa ajung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Singura mea temere este sa nu patesc ca si anul trecut cand, desi am ajuns la al patrulea kilometru pe zi, m-au lasat genunchii si nu am mai putut continua. Daca ajung la 3 km pe zi nu mai ridic stafeta ci schimb locatia, am auzit ca pe iarba este cel mai bine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4618013177480510358?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4618013177480510358/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4618013177480510358' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4618013177480510358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4618013177480510358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/08/alergari.html' title='Alergari'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2389360805087058022</id><published>2010-07-27T16:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:04:02.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintirile unei copile (Nr. numai stiu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE711XjsqKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lQPjrAMjgdU/s1600/11.07.2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498602492271569058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE711XjsqKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lQPjrAMjgdU/s400/11.07.2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE710pSKuzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/b_B_hawu6nI/s1600/11.07.2010+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498602479850011442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE710pSKuzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/b_B_hawu6nI/s400/11.07.2010+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE710NBJ2-I/AAAAAAAAAys/aox8jvhLI7A/s1600/11.07.2010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498602472262458338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE710NBJ2-I/AAAAAAAAAys/aox8jvhLI7A/s400/11.07.2010+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE71zjQBCkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Gv8fsLkeET4/s1600/11.07.2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498602461050505794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE71zjQBCkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Gv8fsLkeET4/s400/11.07.2010+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am calcat din nou pe iarba ce-mi mangaia talpile in copilarie. Am ajuns cu greu, drumul a fost lung iar in sufletul meu se dadea un razboi. Atata neliniste si atata patima n-am mai simtit de foarte multa vreme. Stateam pe un scaun in spatele masinii, doar eu si soferul. De parca mergeam in rai si in iad in acelasi timp ma rascoleau sentimente din cele mai diferite, mai ca zambeam apoi imi venea sa plang. Nu intelegeam de ce nu mai sunt calatori in masina, incercam sa-mi revin, ma concentram sa-mi amintesc incotro ma indrept si mai ales incercam sa nu gandesc. Imi doream sa ma golesc de orice continut, sa nu mai fiu eu, sa raman o carcasa goala caci ceea ce urma sa mi se intample eram sigura ca ma va umple chiar mai mult decat as fi fost eu in stare sa suport vreodata desi ma pregatesc pentru asta de atatia ani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masina gonea pe un drum pe piatra, praful inecacios intra in interior si ma sufoca. Soferul ma pandea in oglinda retrovizoare. Un barbat foarte inalt cu umeri uriasi, foarte bine facut. I se vedeau bratele pline de muschi prin tricoul prea mulat. Ii vedeam fata in oglinda. Ochi mari albastri, suvite de par blond ii acopereau sprincenele. Obrajii ii erau mancati de varsat de vant, insa seriozitatea din ochi il umplea de mister. M-a rugat sa vin mai in fata, m-am facut ca nu-l aud. Am coborat in sat multumind soferului si urandu-i drum bun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ca la o reuniune, doar eu mai lipseam din gramada galagioasa de pe bancile din marginea satului. Curgea berea siroaie, soarele abia daca se mai zarea de dupa deal, cativa tantari ma sarutau de zor. Abia daca m-am asezat pe banca sa-mi trag sufletul dupa drumul lung ca mi s-a postat o bere in fata in timp ce ceilalti nu mai conteneau cu intrebarile. Am gustat din bere zambind fad. Nu-mi venea sa vorbesc, iar prietenii mei m-au citit imediat. M-au lasat sa tac. S-au intors la discutiile lor scrasnind din dinti. Am privit cum a apus soarele, am terminat berea, ceea ce mi-a dat drumul la gura si am reintrat in grup amuzandu-ma de fiecare in parte, povestind cum mi-e acasa si mai ales cat de dor imi era de ei. Atunci s-a trezit al mai mare si mai fioros sa ma intrebe de i-am dat "bilet de voie" bunului meu prieten. Am ramas inmarmurita, am uitat de el, pentru jumatate de ora am uitat total de el si de ce anume am facut aceasta calatorie. L-am vazut pe C. trecand pe langa noi cu caruta plina cu trifoi verde. Am tras bagajul dupa mine, l-am aruncat in cosul carutii si m-am trantit pe verdeata. Am facut din mana baietilor si am inchis ochii. C. radea foarte amuzat de nu stiu ce. Mergea incet de parca ma legana. Mirosul trifoiului ma ametea. Mi-a prins mana si m-a chemat in fata langa el. Am ajuns cam greu acolo, caci aveam o rochie lunga si tocuri, in nici un caz costumatia necesara de a topai intr-o caruta. Mi-a dat haturile si s-a trantit el in spate. Am manat caii la trap pana acasa la el, mi-am luat geanta si am facut ultimii pasi pana acasa pe jos. Era deja intuneric cand fina mea mi-a sarit in brate. A crescut atat de mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M-am inchis in camera mea. M-am uitat in gol la televizor ore in sir. Ferestrele erau deschise si-un aer de fan cosit intra in incapere. M-am uitat la ceas, era trecut de 2. Am iesit afara. Ma plimbat desculta prin lucerna plina de roua. Cerul era imens, in oras nu ti-e dat sa vezi asa ceva. Luna era sus si imprastia o lumina rosie. Nu am mai vazut luna rosie de multi ani. Sangerie, mare de parca astazi s-ar fi apropiat si mai mult de pamant dadea culoare pamantului asa cum a facut si acum cativa ani. O baie de lumina selenara, o baie de roua in iarba copilariei, o baie de aer tare, o baie de amintiri. M-am itors acasa si am adormit pe covor tragand de pe pat doar o pernuta sa-mi sprijine capul obosit de atatea ganduri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A doua zi m-am trezit amortita, tot pe covor. Era amiaza deja cand am iesit din camera. Nu era nimeni acasa. Mi-am turnat un pic de cafea rece, ramasa de dimineata cred, mi-am aprins o tigara, nu aveam curaj sa ies afara. Priveam prin fereastra verdeata si bogatia campului de aici. Era o liniste apasatoare. M-am intors in camera mea, am luat aparatul foto si auzind ca in zona a disparut iazul am plecat sa fotografiez malul ramas in urma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drumul e la fel de prafuit, tipenie de om, campuri incarcate de recolte, iarba grasa, animale pascand in voie. Ajungand pe coasta m-am intristat. Acest sat era de-a dreptul inconjurat de un iaz urias, acum era inconjurat de kilometri de mal, de panant sterp pe care nu a avut curaj sa creasca macar un fir de iarba. O femeie se indrepta vijelios spre mine. Nu puteam sa-mi dau seama daca avea ceva cu mine sau asa era mersul ei. Era mama lui. Imi venea sa fug, nu vroiam sa vorbesc cu ea asa cum nu doream sa vorbesc cu nimeni altcineva. M-am asezat pe iarba plangand moartea intinderii de ape in care m-am scaldat atatia ani in sir. Ea s-a apropiat de mine, am salutat-o. Mi-a zambit trist si mi-a zis "stiam ca esti tu, iar ai venit?" I-am zambit caci nu stiam cum sa reactionez. M-am ridicat si am plecat spre casa trecand pe la poarta lor. El m-a zarit din curte si mi-a facut semn sa intru. Ne-am asezat la umbra noii sale case, mi-a intins un pahar mic de afinata. Maica-sa a ajuns acasa si s-a asezat langa mine. I-a dat si ei un pahar, n-am stat mult caci ma simteam incoltita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acasa am incercat sa ma fac utila macar in ultimile ore ramase din zi, ca mai apoi pe la vreo 9 sa ies din nou in sat sa-mi intalnesc prietenii. Am ajuns gafaind caci drumul e lung pana la locul intalnirii. El nu era acolo. Au ras iara ca nu i-am dat "bilet de voie", dar berea rece si pokerul au facut minuni inchizandu-le gura si facandu-i sa uite. Aproape de miezul noptii a venit si el sa ma ia acasa, restul chicoteau si comentau, spunand pana la urma noapte buna si lasandu-ne sa ne adancim in intunericul noptii. Nu m-a lasat sa intru in casa mea ci mi-a prins mana tragandu-ma in vale si facandu-ma sa intru in casa lui. Incredibila noapte. M-a facut sa-i promit ca am sa revin si maine. I-am promis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ajungand intr-un final acasa am adormit instant. M-am trezit cu gandul la oras asa ca dau un telefon. Mai bine nu-l dadeam. Ca si in ziua precedenta am incercat sa ma fac utila robotind in jurul casei mele si mai la deal la alte doua case. Seara am pub boilerul in priza si am facut o baie de vreo ora urmata de un dus rece. Parca nu mai aveam chef sa ies in sat, drumul mi se parea prea lung si eram sigura ca ma chinui degeaba sa urc in deal atatia kilometri cand de fapt scopul e sa cobor in vale cativa metri. Am fost impinsa de la spate de ai mei sa ies, sa nu pierd vremea aiurea cu ei, sa merg la ma distrez cat de mult pot. I-am ascultat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urcam greu, ma cuprinse o lene inexplicabila. El m-a ajuns din urma, cica dorea sa joace poker cu noi. Doar cativa ne asteptau la banci, era nunta in sat asa ca majoritatea erau acolo, as fi fost si eu acolo daca nu-mi ramanea jumatatea in oras, dar cum n-a vrut... stau pe banca si joc carti. La miezul noptii imi face semn ca vrea sa plece, joc o ultima mana, una foarte norocoasa. Plec spre aceeasi casa. Acum am timp sa observ ca miroase a busuioc. Luna e galbena in seara asta asa ca pot observa jos pe parchet un ghiveci cu busuioc verde. Atat am mai reusit sa observ ca apoi am intrat intr-o busculada de atingeri, sarutari si lupte aprige. Dupa cateva ore ies afara in aerul noptii, ma conduce tacut spre casa. Noapte buna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E duminica, azi plec acasa. M-am trezit dimineata sa-mi fac bagajul. Sun acasa si aflu ca nu sunt asteptata. Ma intristez si ii anunt pe toti ca mai stau o zi. O duminica lunga tare... Pe la 8 seara ies pe poarta si merg alene spre centrul satului ca mai apoi sa merg la banci sa-mi omor timpul cu o carte. Gasesc aceeasi gluma rasuflata cu "biletul de voie". Castig mana dupa mana si fac cinste din castig. Pe la 10 apare si el. Vanzatoarea vrea sa inchida mai repede astazi. Baietii isi fac provizii cu cutii de bere de parca s-ar pregati de razboi. V. pleaca pana acasa si se intoarce cu un platou mare plin cu branza de oaie, carnati de casa si paine facuta de mama sa. Mancam la gramada infingand mainile in mancare fara frica. Acum sa tot bei. Si am baut, desi nu s-a imbatat nici unul. Era trecut de mult de miezul noptii cand m-am hotarat sa plec spre casa. Ma opresc in casa lui, pe patul lui, pe perna lui. Ma roaga sa stau pana rasare soarele, zorii sunt aproape, o tai acasa. Maine sigur plec de aici. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi pun bagajele in masina, si ce bagaje... Imi iau ramas bun si privesc in vale cum sunt privita. Imi face din mana. Ii intorc spatele, plec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2389360805087058022?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2389360805087058022/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2389360805087058022' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2389360805087058022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2389360805087058022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/amintirile-unei-copile-nr-numai-stiu.html' title='Amintirile unei copile (Nr. numai stiu)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TE711XjsqKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lQPjrAMjgdU/s72-c/11.07.2010+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7507833794982120733</id><published>2010-07-09T11:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:41:45.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o56H6GgOZNw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o56H6GgOZNw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7507833794982120733?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7507833794982120733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7507833794982120733' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7507833794982120733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7507833794982120733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-multi-ani_09.html' title='La multi ani !!!'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4386626054291890167</id><published>2010-07-08T16:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:20:31.895+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum slabesti 5 kg in 3 zile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simplu, noaptea ii tii de urat sotului, dormi 2-3 ore si pleci cand rasare soarele pe meleaguri straine doar sa-ti urmaresti sefii si daca ai noroc ai sa-i si prinzi, dupa ce vii acasa, dar sa fie trecut de miezul zile, flamand, obosit, terminat, stresat, crizat, dai sa mananci macar si vezi ca nu ai nimic in frigider, asa ca fugi la soacra, apuca cateva guri de ce are si valea iar pe coclauri, poate prinzi alti sefi. Seara dai iar sa mananci ceva, cum nimeni nu se oboseste sa faca ceva mancare cat tu esti lerla infuleci ceva fructe vestejite, ramase de cand ai avut timp sa-ti cumperi, poti servi o cafea(asta chiar tine de foame) si apoi te postezi la calculator sa vezi ce mai zice Movi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh, tot raul spre bine, dupa atata fuga, naveta tampita doar de dragul oamenilor cu salariu mai mare decat tine, dupa chioraiala de mate si multi bani cheltuiti de-amp...lea ma vad azi cu mai putine kilograme, tonifiata si chiar daca nu a meritat cu adevarat ma simt mai puternica si mai invatata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Un picior in fund, un pas inainte."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4386626054291890167?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4386626054291890167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4386626054291890167' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4386626054291890167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4386626054291890167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/cum-slabesti-5-kg-in-3-zile.html' title='Cum slabesti 5 kg in 3 zile'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6967906687406921534</id><published>2010-07-05T14:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:10:42.448+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La multi ani iubitule, astazi implinim 2 ani de casnicie si 13 de prietenie. Te iubesc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490392450098560226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TDHK2BGcfOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bQJNzFajXFA/s400/image-40103ac9153d9d133aa9298ad2cc629f-la-multi-ani-cu-sanatate%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490393282628563218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TDHLmehEMRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/_rhJO9bhbFc/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6967906687406921534?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6967906687406921534/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6967906687406921534' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6967906687406921534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6967906687406921534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani !!!!'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TDHK2BGcfOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bQJNzFajXFA/s72-c/image-40103ac9153d9d133aa9298ad2cc629f-la-multi-ani-cu-sanatate%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4194668807087869753</id><published>2010-07-04T00:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:43:30.078+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo de vals</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTpS66ZBcec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTpS66ZBcec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4194668807087869753?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4194668807087869753/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4194668807087869753' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4194668807087869753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4194668807087869753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiempo-de-vals.html' title='Tiempo de vals'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8070161231286236131</id><published>2010-07-01T19:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:43:31.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum se obtine orgasmul mental ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCzFmsyNaTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/55Qy-3EEbHE/s1600/orgasm_jpg0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488979314505247026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCzFmsyNaTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/55Qy-3EEbHE/s200/orgasm_jpg0%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cu ajutorul mintii. Oricum o femeie are orgasm in proportie de 90% cu ajutorul mintii. Eu vreau sa vorbesc de orgasmul mental. Da, femeile pot avea orgasm doar cu puterea gandului, fara nici o atingere.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru unele femei concentrarea asupra stimulilor ce le excită mental este atât de puternică, încât devine suficientă. Şi aici există diferenţe între femei. Unora le este mai uşor să atingă orgasmul cu cât se concentrează mai tare asupra unor fantezii sexuale, în timp ce altele mizează pe respiraţie adâncă şi relaxarea în găsirea plăcerii extreme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu? Doar ma relaxez si ma transpun in fanteziile preferate. Placerea e net superioara orgasmului normal si dureaza mult mai mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8070161231286236131?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8070161231286236131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8070161231286236131' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8070161231286236131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8070161231286236131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/cum-se-obtine-orgasmul-mental.html' title='Cum se obtine orgasmul mental ?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCzFmsyNaTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/55Qy-3EEbHE/s72-c/orgasm_jpg0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8952083048331525158</id><published>2010-07-01T18:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:00:51.017+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum e posibil asa ceva?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7l4IuvKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N5dYo1wrp1U/s1600/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488968305256348834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7l4IuvKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N5dYo1wrp1U/s400/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7lub7C4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/N5xAW11qIPk/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488968302652492674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7lub7C4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/N5xAW11qIPk/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7lZrh4tI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ODF-UB0X0nM/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488968297080808146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7lZrh4tI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ODF-UB0X0nM/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7kwLX4dI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bqK39Afl-_M/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488968285940081106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7kwLX4dI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bqK39Afl-_M/s400/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7kUFk9cI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rp2V3P1ZIK0/s1600/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488968278399579586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7kUFk9cI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rp2V3P1ZIK0/s400/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8952083048331525158?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8952083048331525158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8952083048331525158' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8952083048331525158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8952083048331525158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/07/cum-e-posibil-asa-ceva.html' title='Cum e posibil asa ceva?!'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCy7l4IuvKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N5dYo1wrp1U/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-975705921024491687</id><published>2010-06-27T09:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:03:25.352+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te injur Movi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aseara mi-am pus ceasul sa sune la 7. Aveam de luat un pachet de dimineata. Pe la 9 m-am ridicat din pat dupa ce m-a disperat alarma mobilului doua ore din 9 in 9 minute. Am o rabdare greu de clintit, as mai fi stat in pat mai ales ca sotul tresarea la fiecare set de muzica al telefonului si ma imbratisa altfel si altfel. N-a deschis ochii si nici n-a zis nimic. Cine stie cand a venit acasa, pare tare obosit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic vijelios ca sa nu mi se faca iarasi pofta de-un somn de 9 minute, imi iau bratul de haine si merg spre bucatarie bajbaind pintre cortinele rosii de pe hol. Ma imbrac fumand si plangand dupa o gura de cafea. N-am timp sa-mi fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau sa ies din casa. O fi duminica dimineata, dar vecinii mei isi muta mobila, accesul este blocat. Nu mai bine dormeam inca 9 minute? Ma fac mica si trec pe sub canapeaua lor gandindu-ma ca ar fi buna in casa mea daca si asa mi-am rapus patul. Bat clopotele si toaca bisericii, lume in curte, trec mai departe. Fetele ma intampina zambind si ma mir fiindca am intarziat mai bine de doua ore. Stateau la vorbe si cafea, nu pareau ca sufera. Imi iau coletul si cer o cafea la pachet. Imi lacrimeaza ochii de somn si dupa privirea vanzatoarei cred ca arat tare ciudat. Si hai spre casa, vecinii dadeau sa intre cu dulapul in scara, asta nu mi-ar trebui, chiar l-as da si pe al meu. Grabesc pasul sa le iau fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stau la calculator si-mi sorb cafeaua, e tare liniste in dimineata asta. Deschid balconul sa intre in casa racoarea diminetii cu cant de pasari. Mi-e tare bine acum, mai ales ca am visat toata noaptea agitat. Si a venit timpul sa-l injur pe Movi, dar rau de tot! Eram la serviciu cu niste oameni ciudati: un copil blond, pitic, cu capul urias ce-mi tot fura banii din buzunar; fostul meu diriginte Mos Craciun ce nu ma mai slabea din intrebari precum ce si cum am facut in viata; niste domni imi rascoleau dosarele; niste doamne imi comentau hainele; copii mici si galagiosi se jucau, un nene-peste incerca sa ma faca sa platesc o partida cu un "bunaciun" de-al lui, vorbeau toti in acelasi timp si eu pe toti ii intelegeam. De parca nu era deajuns s-a facut liniste dintr-o data toata lumea a intors privirea spre usa. M-am uitat si eu caci doar e visul meu. Erau doi baieti, unul blond si unul brunet ce ma priveau zambind, iar eu naucita ma intrebam "oare care din ei e Movi?" N-am aflat, "Havana Loca" rasuna in camera si a trebuit sa inchid alarma. Te injur, da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macar am visat color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-975705921024491687?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/975705921024491687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=975705921024491687' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/975705921024491687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/975705921024491687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-injur-movi.html' title='Te injur Movi!'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2691575492313152779</id><published>2010-06-27T09:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:39:44.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Kaname</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTxBrhR1beY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTxBrhR1beY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2691575492313152779?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2691575492313152779/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2691575492313152779' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2691575492313152779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2691575492313152779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/stay-kaname.html' title='Stay Kaname'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-117307780756533066</id><published>2010-06-26T17:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:25:52.898+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minunatule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bestial! Dupa o noapte intreaga nedormita, dupa lupte crude corp la corp, dupa ce s-a revarsat Siretul peste trupul meu si dupa ce ne-am eliberat odata cu rasaritul soarelui am cazut intr-un somn adanc, paralizant. Cred ca era 12-13 cand m-am trezit sa fac un dus caci apa nu s-a retras. Noroc cu ploaia asta ca nu s-a sistat izvorul de la robinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nici nu am inceput bine balaceala ca aud pe la usi: "Dracule, iesim la cafea in cinci minute". Incredibil cat de repede m-am spauscoimbracat. Dupa zece minute aveam bocancii in picioare si uscatorul de par inca in mana. "Eu ies!" si aud usa inchizandu-se. Disperata cu coama pe jumatate uscata insfac cheile si o iau la goana pe scari dupa el. Cred ca sotul meu e singurul om din lume ce nu-si asteapta femeia sa se aranjeze ore in sir. Din cauza lui pot sa ma fac cocheta in zece minute si sa iasa o treaba de parca as fi stat o ora in fata oglinzii. Tot raul spre bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fata scarii ma asteptau deja prietenii lui. "Bem cafea azi?" Impresionant ca desi ploua, e frig si e criza terasele sunt pline. Ne-am ghemuit toti sub o umbrela afara sub cerul crapat. Vorbesc ei de-ale lor si nu-mi prea vad rostul acolo. Merg sa-mi iau un ziar de barfe. Nu ma distrez dar imi place ca oriunde ar iesi si cu oricine, exceptand serviciul desigur, vrea ca eu sa fiu acolo. De decoratie sau nu, imi place ca ma vrea prin preajma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonim spre casa prin ploaie tinandu-ne de mana. Primeste un telefon si ma roaga sa-l conduc la masina. O fac. Ma saruta apasat si zboara. Imi continui plimbarea din parcare spre casa, domol. Abia daca bag cheia in yala ca ma si suna ca-i flamand. Aranjez masa si soseste. Mananca in timp ce-l privesc. E atat de frumos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-117307780756533066?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/117307780756533066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=117307780756533066' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/117307780756533066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/117307780756533066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/minunatule.html' title='Minunatule!'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5480412990158743836</id><published>2010-06-25T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:28:29.595+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Yuki and Kaname</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/__SELrBhMzA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/__SELrBhMzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/__SELrBhMzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5480412990158743836?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5480412990158743836/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5480412990158743836' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5480412990158743836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5480412990158743836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/always-yuki-and-kaname.html' title='Always Yuki and Kaname'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-1419403114984562577</id><published>2010-06-25T00:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:53:25.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCPTziOPGpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2Ks_HoePwfU/s1600/demon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486461653380700818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCPTziOPGpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2Ks_HoePwfU/s200/demon%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCPTns2fH2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/POlLPucc5GI/s1600/demon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCPTaQHVPzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GDOy9WOwflc/s1600/demon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Nu ma mai certa Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Fiindca doar tie nu-ti fac fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lasa-ma sa dorm Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca la ora asta si ingerii dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mi-e foame Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Fiindca numai tu ma poti hrani cat sa-mi fie iarasi foame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nu vreau sa mergem la petrecere Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Caci numai cu tine am petrecerea mea acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cum sa ma imbrac Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Caci doar tu stii sa ma acoperi indeajuns cat sa ard de dorul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sa ma suni Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Caci daca nu te aud peste zi n-as vrea sa-ti uit cuvantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fa dragoste cu mine Dracule.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Caci nu exista mai mare ispita in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc Dracule!&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce-mi zici Dracule?&lt;br /&gt;-Fiindca doar pe Dumnezeu l-as putea iubi mai mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-1419403114984562577?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1419403114984562577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=1419403114984562577' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1419403114984562577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1419403114984562577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/dracule.html' title='Dracule'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCPTziOPGpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2Ks_HoePwfU/s72-c/demon%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6229532564697108034</id><published>2010-06-23T19:39:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:12:55.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornuri cu artistul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ce trezire ciudata, puteam sa jur ca e dimineata. Stiu ca m-am foit multe ore fiindca nu mai aveam somn si l-am tot ghiontit insa nu s-a suparat, desi avea ochii mici cu lacrimi de somn ii ardea a joaca. Ma acuza ca "o caut" si cum am tot negat am fost pedepsita minunat. Am coborat prima din pat fiindca micul dejun nu se face singur. Ei bine a fost o masa de dimineata-amiaza amuzanta. Nici nu mai conteaza ca afara e urat si ploua fara oprire, in casa mea e soare, iar cocosul si gaina canta a sarbatoare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramasa iar singura s-a intunecat, nu-mi place sa raman in casa goala fiindca ma apuca niste ganduri si niste sentimente stranii. Ma intristez si-mi vine sa iert toti idiotii din lume, poate asta nu e asa rau pana la urma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu se mai opreste ploaia si astazi n-am iesit din casa. De trei saptamani plang de frica acestor zile libere, nu am ce face cu ele, simt o nevoie asidua sa-mi ocup timpul cu ceva. Mi-a povestit ca asta noapte vorbeam prin somn ca si cum eram la serviciu. Dragut. Macar de n-ar bate vantul asa puternic as putea folosi umbrela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ascult muzica si ma plimb din camera in camera, ma chinuie plictiseala. Trag din dulap blugii mei rock, atarn la gat o sfoara neagra, maioul cel mai decoltat, haina militareasca, cizmele baietesti si haina mea din piele neagra, imi prind parul intr-o coada, trag umbrela dupa mine, incui usa si ies in ploaie. Aerul e minunat, oricum nu suportam zapuseala din zilele trecute. Sun o amica s-o anunt ca trec pe la ea si hai prin ploaie si prin vant ca un soldat pe front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strazile sunt pline de apa, iar umbrela nu ma prea ajuta fiindca vantu-mi sufla ploaia-n fata. Acum e momentul in care incep sa ma intreb de ce am sunat-o tocmai pe A. ce sta in cealalta parte a orasului. In fine, o plimbare imi va face bine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu stau mult la ea fiindca nu-mi plac vizitele lungi. Ies iara in strada si in pas alergator ma indrept spre parc, as vrea sa fac niste poze acolo. In drum trec pe langa o brutarie, miroase atat de frumos... Ma gandesc ca ar fi placut sa ma-nfrupt din cateva cornuri alaturi de sotul meu. Il sun, e la teatru. Imi imbii "artistul" cu dulcegarii ca "vanilie", "ciocolata", "caise"etc. ii spun unde sunt si inchid telefonul. In brutarie intru in criza cand vad ca nu mai au cornuri. Ma linisteste vanzatoarea spunandu-mi ca sunt aproape gata. Astept... doamna imi impacheteaza comanda, iar sotul claxoneata in strada... mi-a iesit!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mergem in aceeasi cafenea de atatia ani, parca suntem acasa. Salutam lumea, Bebe rade si pregateste deja bauturile fara sa ne mai intrebe ce vrem. Ne asezam comod pe canapea, desfac pachetul si-i servesc cornurile aburinde abia scoase din cuptor. Ce noroc pe mine astazi, sunt atat de fericita. Am plutit pana acasa, m-a condus pana in fata usii ca atunci cand eram mici, m-a sarutat si mi-a zis sa fiu cuminte, a plecat... Acum ce fac? Mi-e dor de el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486019239486278162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCJBbqCJyhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w_adhnZwjEQ/s400/mangaiere2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6229532564697108034?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6229532564697108034/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6229532564697108034' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6229532564697108034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6229532564697108034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/ce-trezire-ciudata-puteam-sa-jur-ca-e.html' title='Cornuri cu artistul'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TCJBbqCJyhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w_adhnZwjEQ/s72-c/mangaiere2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5065065196716595808</id><published>2010-06-21T11:21:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:47:12.263+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe style='overflow: hidden; border: 0; width:520px; height: 260px;' src='http://www.movshare.net/embed/kd4xbok5q1ssg//?width=520&amp;height=260&amp;c=000' scrolling='no'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5065065196716595808?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5065065196716595808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5065065196716595808' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5065065196716595808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5065065196716595808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/ondine.html' title='Ondine'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6565089153912051593</id><published>2010-06-20T20:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:05:34.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plictiseala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M-am trezit la 7 cu soarele-ntre ochi, cafea, tigari. O dimineata draguta cu Movi, un film tampit mai tarziu pe care n-am avut rabdare sa-l urmaresc tot. M-am bagat inapoi in patul meu(de fapt in cea mai ramas din pat) gandindu-ma ca poate primesc vreo imbratisare ceva, n-am primit-o, cafea in oras, o mica disputa tampita, inca un film (o comedie menita sa ma faca sa rad, nu i-a iesit). Primesc un telefon de la o parasuta ce-mi bate capul ca vrea sa faca sex cu sotul meu, i-am urat bafta, poate macar ei ii merge. Am reluat filmul de dimineata si pe la jumatate mi s-a facut pofta de inghetata, pun stop si ma duc sa-mi prepar. Sparg oua, scot smantana, esentele... n-am zahar. Ma duc sa-mi cumpar, pe drum imi intalnesc sotul, vine cu mine la magazin. In vitrina vad un tort imens de inghetata, mi-l cumpar, iau totusi si zahar, doar n-am spart ouale degeaba. Ne intoarcem acasa, el nici nu termina tigara ca-l suna cineva si pleaca, asa ca pun tortul de inghetata in brate si pana la sfarsitul filmului il mananc tot infrigurata. Imi pun sosete si ma duc sa-mi termin de facut inghetata, nu-mi iese frisca si mi-e rau de la cata inghetata am mancat. La ce ma mai pot astepta? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6565089153912051593?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6565089153912051593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6565089153912051593' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6565089153912051593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6565089153912051593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/plictiseala.html' title='Plictiseala'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8029853158922016076</id><published>2010-06-16T15:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:04:09.934+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nebunie?</title><content type='html'>Stiam de multa vreme, dar astazi am exagerat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cand nu am sex exact atunci cand vreau o cam iau razna. Pana acum mi-a fost cumva usor, aveam un amant, sau doi, sau trei, sau... glumeam, care de nevoie erau acolo si-mi satisfaceau poftele, doar doar am sa ma calmez. De ceva vreme insa... sparg geamuri, trantesc usi, arunc scaune, zbier, eh, ce-mi vine. Astazi a fost cel mai greu. Dupa o saptamana incheiata de sex si nebunii astazi am facut pauza, ceea ce nu mi-a picat prea bine, mai ales ca eram sigura ca-l voi rupe iara, era prea obosit. Asta nu se accepta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trebuia sa fac ceva cu energia acumulata, asa ca am inceput sa dau cu aspiratorul. Neh, nu merge, sterg praful inexistent, nu merge, fumez tigara dupa tigara, nu merge. Fac bucati patul cu cel mai mare ciocan pe care-l detin in casa............................ OH ! Orgasm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La noapte unde dorm? (parca imi pare rau, era un pat foarte bun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8029853158922016076?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8029853158922016076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8029853158922016076' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8029853158922016076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8029853158922016076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/nebunie.html' title='Nebunie?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-204737821578950727</id><published>2010-06-14T16:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:01:15.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caut cu disperare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caut un film, imi doresc tare mult sa-l vad, doar ca am pretentii. As dori sa-l pot vedea online cu subtitrare in limba romana. Daca e vreun drumet ce poposeste pe pagina asta si stie unde pot sa urmaresc &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Shelter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, va rog sa-mi scrieti link-ul. Multumesc anticipat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-204737821578950727?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/204737821578950727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=204737821578950727' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/204737821578950727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/204737821578950727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/caut-cu-disperare.html' title='Caut cu disperare'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-1693514221875166568</id><published>2010-06-10T16:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:27:24.994+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma trezeste in miez de noapte telefonul. Un mesaj : "huh... uhm... pnm. hmmm. terasa-bere suuper rece.uhm... nu mai am idei si scuze ca n-am trecut pe la tine." Nu inteleg nimic, s-a ticnit bruneta mea. Nu pot sa-mi dau seama ce-i in capul ei. S-o mai alinte ma-sa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-1693514221875166568?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1693514221875166568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=1693514221875166568' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1693514221875166568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1693514221875166568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8125572851963917490</id><published>2010-06-09T17:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:01:41.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubita mea (I wish...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TA-syksQcSI/AAAAAAAAAto/Odra3Vvhdjg/s1600/AAAAC2NkeB0AAAAAACispA%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480789256375922978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TA-syksQcSI/AAAAAAAAAto/Odra3Vvhdjg/s400/AAAAC2NkeB0AAAAAACispA%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zapacita si obosita dupa orele de munca asteptam cateva fete pentru a mergem la un suc. Ma coceam la soare cand te-am vazut rezemant poarta. Imbracata in negru, cu ochelari de soare si cu parul rasfirat pe spate. Mi-ai zambit chemandu-ma la tine. Ca in transa m-am apropiat si-am deschis bratele. Mi-ai prins mijlocul si apasandu-mi sanii tai uriasi pe piept m-ai strans cu putere. Curtea era plina de oameni si ma simteam un pic stanjenita. Mi-am agatat mainile in jurul capului tau frumos si-am bagat nasul in parul ce-ti mirosea a menta. Brusc mi-ai dat drumul, insa mi s-a agatat cercelul in pletele tale. M-ai eliberat si ma priveai facandu-ma sa ma-nrosesc. Ziceai ceva, dar eu iti analizam machiajul fumuriu de sub ochi. Te plac mult si ma doare ca nu esti a mea. O blonda slaba si stramba iti striga numele. Isi afiseaza dintii neregulati intr-un zambet fad. Te-a prins de mana si te tragea greoi dupa ea. Frumoasa mea bruneta se indeparta cu pasi marunti. Strig dupa ea ca o astept la mine, oricand... Nu cred ca m-a auzit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma intorc spre usa imobilului, imi astept fetele. Ma doare sufletul. Intru caci aici e racoare, ma rezem de un scaun si-mi las capul pe pervazul inundat de soare. Simt ca-mi fierbe creierul. Inchid ochii, sunt tare obosita. Un deget mic si fin imi atinge buzele. Intredeschid ochii si zaresc parul brunetei mele. Ma prefac ca dorm. Imi mangaie parul cu cealalta manuta si-mi impinge degetul ce-i mirosea a portocala adanc in gura, tot. Sigur camerele de supraveghere sunt pe noi. Ma ridic, fetele cu care trebuia sa beau un suc intarzie. Blonda sta afara si ne priveste uracios. Stiu ca-i place joaca insa acum ma expune, trebuie sa fac ceva. O iau in brate ca intre fete si-i zic ca trebuie sa plec. Imi strange mijlocul zmuncindu-ma si sufocandu-ma cu pieptul ei. Ard toata. Vin fetele mele si merg sa-mi beau sucul. Imi doresc atat de mult s-o am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8125572851963917490?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8125572851963917490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8125572851963917490' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8125572851963917490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8125572851963917490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubita-mea-i-wish.html' title='Iubita mea (I wish...)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TA-syksQcSI/AAAAAAAAAto/Odra3Vvhdjg/s72-c/AAAAC2NkeB0AAAAAACispA%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-588870569935554473</id><published>2010-06-08T16:46:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:11:20.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay world</title><content type='html'>This boys are soooo fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qd5K9Eliq0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qd5K9Eliq0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS0iqU0HgQY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS0iqU0HgQY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qd5K9Eliq0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-588870569935554473?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/588870569935554473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=588870569935554473' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/588870569935554473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/588870569935554473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/gay-world.html' title='Gay world'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2142815227982027796</id><published>2010-06-07T08:58:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:19:41.299+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duminica mea in imagini</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479908494995544338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLvg3a2RI/AAAAAAAAArg/xbs2zK5FiWE/s400/DSCN1392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479908507045164418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLwNwRdYI/AAAAAAAAAro/Vc9rVe5Jozk/s400/DSCN1395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479908511233651730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLwdW4tBI/AAAAAAAAArw/BhPcpmSFGWw/s400/DSCN1603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479908512484416018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLwiBF2hI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Zp6WWH59GFA/s400/DSCN1604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479908524621123266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLxPOtTsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lhcb54ww0nY/s400/DSCN1613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909531497289282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyMr2IsVkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/R8XSZtdxTLM/s400/DSCN1615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909534778862562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyMsCXFK-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qTfSsjRxZOw/s400/DSCN1636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909539712086706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyMsUvQMrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/n8Vd7ckGAjo/s400/DSCN1639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479910685470738098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyNvBBZxrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/aG9RirvB1K8/s400/FSCN1399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyNlsOfghI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Er3256JPUoM/s1600/FSCN1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479910525269672466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyNlsOfghI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Er3256JPUoM/s400/FSCN1398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2142815227982027796?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2142815227982027796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2142815227982027796' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2142815227982027796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2142815227982027796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/duminica-mea-in-imagini.html' title='Duminica mea in imagini'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAyLvg3a2RI/AAAAAAAAArg/xbs2zK5FiWE/s72-c/DSCN1392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3331276283161288145</id><published>2010-06-05T15:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:01:44.224+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the Yuletide Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De ceva vreme... bine, de mai multa vreme am o adevarata fixatie pentru relatiile homosexuale. Am auzit despre filmul asta "Make the Yuletide Gay". L-am gasit intr-un sfarsit si astazi l-am urmarit cu sufletul la gura. M-am aprins rau de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExPzc16oq3w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExPzc16oq3w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3331276283161288145?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3331276283161288145/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3331276283161288145' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3331276283161288145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3331276283161288145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-yuletide-gay.html' title='Make the Yuletide Gay'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8422667786303158323</id><published>2010-06-04T12:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:42:17.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te plac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Din trei motive nu te pot lasa sa pleci. Din pacate tu-ti dai seama doar de unul, de cel mai josnic. Nu ca celelalte motive ar face pe cineva sa se simta mandru, insa daca nu gust si din viata animaliera cum as putea sa cladesc restul? Esti terapie intensiva antistres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8422667786303158323?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8422667786303158323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8422667786303158323' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8422667786303158323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8422667786303158323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-plac.html' title='Te plac'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7587995140347984671</id><published>2010-06-03T17:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:33:28.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homo Anonimus</title><content type='html'>E moda acum cu asumarea. Asumati-va si voi macar identitatea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7587995140347984671?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7587995140347984671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7587995140347984671' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7587995140347984671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7587995140347984671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/homo-anonimus.html' title='Homo Anonimus'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3696424638468006124</id><published>2010-06-01T23:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:10:09.814+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce postez iara?</title><content type='html'>Fiindca sunt plina de prieteni ca de raie. Socializez cat n-am facut-o in ultimii 3-4 ani si totusi... Raman singura cu gandurile de pe urma. Nu e asta o problema, ci faptul ca vreau pana la capat, vreau sa-mi simta cineva sufletul, asa ca ma termin singura (de zile). Suportati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam ca vorbesc singura, ca-mi scriu gandurile aievea, insa urmaresc vizualizarile si ma mir... Care sunt cei intre 70-100 de oameni ce imi viziteaza pagina zilnic...? Multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3696424638468006124?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3696424638468006124/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3696424638468006124' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3696424638468006124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3696424638468006124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-ce-postez-iara.html' title='De ce postez iara?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4642817520129032893</id><published>2010-06-01T16:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:29:22.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 iunie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Un video pe care l-am facut pe 3 aprilie 2008. Te iubesc copilarie, te rog nu ma parasi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvBQ78lGx9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvBQ78lGx9Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4642817520129032893?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4642817520129032893/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4642817520129032893' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4642817520129032893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4642817520129032893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie.html' title='1 iunie'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3540357325908657845</id><published>2010-05-30T22:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:09:02.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai e duminica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trezirea la 10... cafea pe la 11... tigari non-stop de la trezire... telefoane nenunarate... rebus... M-am plictisit rau de tot. Accept invitatia la cafea a sotului. Chioscul de ziare e inchis, asa ca ne punem pe discutat pana incepe ploaia. Acasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fac asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJAb91lz1PM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJAb91lz1PM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... si gata, e noapte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 38px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477142005370259634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAK3on53CLI/AAAAAAAAArY/5AfVcwES0cc/s400/66.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3540357325908657845?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3540357325908657845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3540357325908657845' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3540357325908657845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3540357325908657845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/pai-e-duminica.html' title='Pai e duminica...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/TAK3on53CLI/AAAAAAAAArY/5AfVcwES0cc/s72-c/66.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4987148557654485324</id><published>2010-05-29T23:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:08:26.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot ce-ti faci cu mana ta...</title><content type='html'>... se numeste lucru manual si sunt al naibii de priceputa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi plina de mondenitati :)), pardon, activitati culturale de mare valoare. In orasul asta prafuit inca se mai misca. Sunt satisfacuta de tot ce-am vazut, auzit si conversat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4987148557654485324?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4987148557654485324/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4987148557654485324' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4987148557654485324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4987148557654485324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/tot-ce-ti-faci-cu-mana-ta.html' title='Tot ce-ti faci cu mana ta...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6017150248233537290</id><published>2010-05-28T12:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:11:10.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania, te iubesc !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S_-WqY7btlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gs9kh3vxNsk/s1600/romania,+te+iubesc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476261326896215634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S_-WqY7btlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gs9kh3vxNsk/s400/romania,+te+iubesc.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6017150248233537290?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6017150248233537290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6017150248233537290' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6017150248233537290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6017150248233537290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/romania-te-iubesc.html' title='Romania, te iubesc !'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S_-WqY7btlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gs9kh3vxNsk/s72-c/romania,+te+iubesc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2928949071544166758</id><published>2010-05-16T15:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:37:56.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yupiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>Esti incredibil !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2928949071544166758?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2928949071544166758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2928949071544166758' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2928949071544166758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2928949071544166758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/yupiiiiiiii.html' title='Yupiiiiiiii'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4818640612654384532</id><published>2010-05-08T11:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:46:09.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tampiti.</title><content type='html'>Postarea de mai jos e fictiune. Orice asemanare cu realitatea e pur intamplatoare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4818640612654384532?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4818640612654384532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4818640612654384532' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4818640612654384532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4818640612654384532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/pentru-tampiti.html' title='Pentru tampiti.'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2940767041488579288</id><published>2010-05-07T23:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:57:15.702+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintirile unei copile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiPbIfqcE1c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiPbIfqcE1c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E cald si pasarile-mi canta si ma-ncanta. Ma plictisesc doar stand si ascultand cum vine primavara. O iau la pas domol culcand lucerna sub talpi. Gazele sar in stanga si in dreapta ferindu-se de mine. E greu la deal si campu-i lung si lat. O iau pe aratura si-mi intra pamantul in papuci. Incep sa topai maimuteste din varf in varf de brazda. Obosesc. Calc iar lucerna si-mi trimit privirea sa se piarda-n zare. Se aud greieri, e amiaza, as putea sa jur ca e vara, ca atunci cand te-am cunoscut, daca n-ar adia un vant usor si rece. Se vede drumul batatorit din capatul araturii. Grabesc pasul si-l calc multumita. (Dumnezeule opreste-mi plansul !).(punct!). In fata mea se deschide o panorama uriasa a zeci de hectare de dealuri acoperite de iarba deasa de un verde crud. Nici macar un copac (opreste-te!) pana departe-n zare. Doar o mare de verdeata si-un miros ce-ti da senzatia de lesin de bine ( altfel nu pot sa-l descriu, nu vreau) E raiul meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cobor valea, pasesc greoi paraul, merg de-a lungul lui inconjurand alt deal. Trec pe sub pod si ma intind la pas vioi aproximativ jumatate de ora. Ma aflu intr-un desert verde. Beau apa ditr-o fantana prasita plina de broaste verzi. Nu se vede nicio casa, nici o urma de civilizatie, doar camp salbatic. O vulpe ma urmareste de la distanta, soarecii isi ridica ochii spre mine, iar pasarile se joaca si canta nestingherite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imi era dor de acest pustiu. Un pustiu real atat pentru mine cat si pentru cei ce locuiesc aici. Ma asez pe iarba moale, cerul ma acopera cat e zarea, soarele ma mangaie, iar vantul ma leagana. Cred ca am adormit. Tresar speriata la auzul deranjant al unui barbat ce rage sau tipa. Nu-l inteleg. E departe si vine calare in galop, indreptandu-se amenintator spre mine. Calul e sur, bine facut. Il recunosc pe stapan. E preavechiul si bunul meu prieten. Coboara de pe cal gafaind. Are obrajii aprinsi si e agitat. Imi arunca o privire crunta cu un zambet ascuns. ii zambesc si dau sa-l iau in brate. Dogoreste. E atat de fierbinte, simt cum ii clocoteste sangele. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nu ma ia in brate ci-mi deschide camasa, pantalonul si facem sex ca animalele in mijlocul campului. Ne ridicam, ne scuturam, incalecam fara prea multe cuvinte si mergem spre casa. Ma lasa la poarta si-mi zice ca vine sa ma ia diseara. Pe naiba, am plecat din sat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sunt acasa la mine, fac o baie fierbinte si incerc sa-nlatur gandurile ce-l contempla doar pe el. Nu pot. Adorm de-a latul patului in halatul de baie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Zorii ma intampina veseli. Eu nu-i intampin la fel. Trag pe mine o pereche de blugi. Ma razgandesc. Rochita, dresuri, tocuri. Fie! Sun un prieten sa ma ajute. E mereu disponibil. Acasa la el facem sex, lasandu-ma sa-l numesc cum vreau. Sunt si nu sunt cu el. Nu deschid ochii fiindca o mare de verde ma inconjoara, calul paste la cativa metri de noi, iar mirosul de iarba ma imbata. Cad obosita si terminata pe pieptul lui si-i pronunt numele obsesiv. Ma mangaie spunandu-mi sa ma lininstesc fiindca e langa mine. Mi-e prieten, face ce poate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ma trezesc din visare, plec acasa. Dus si somn. Urmatoarele le zile trec depresiv. Nu mai sunt eu. Ma voi introarce la el, nu pot altfel, nu am viata fara el.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Si iata ca ma suna si-mi plange-n telefon, varsandu-si dorul si amarul. Ma cheama disperat inapoi, cand cu glas moale, cand rastit. E ca un copil rasfatat fara jucaria lui. Il refuz cu grija lasandu-i speranta ca ma voi intoarce intr-o zi. Nu e multumit, ma stie. Gaseste zeci de argumente sa ma intorc la el. Ma roaga, ma convinge, ma ameninta cum imi place si ma aprind. Il vreau, doar e iubirea vietii mele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2940767041488579288?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2940767041488579288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2940767041488579288' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2940767041488579288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2940767041488579288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-cald-si-pasarile-mi-canta-si-ma.html' title='Amintirile unei copile?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3304761899942663470</id><published>2010-04-16T16:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:35:06.544+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stari ciudate ieri si azi si cu siguranta maine.</title><content type='html'>Tu spui Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun Bood Plus&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui varcolac&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun vampir&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun rece&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui fericit&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun trist&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui ca dragostea dureaza intreaga viata&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun ca dureaza o eternitate&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui ochi albastri&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun ochi galbeni&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui insorit&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun ploios&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui zambet&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun lacrima&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui iubire&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun pasiune&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui viitor&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun vis&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui dragut&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun sexi&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui impiedicat&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun scump&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui obsesie si nebunie&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun VIATA MEA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3304761899942663470?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3304761899942663470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3304761899942663470' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3304761899942663470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3304761899942663470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/04/stari-ciudate-ieri-si-azi-si-cu.html' title='Stari ciudate ieri si azi si cu siguranta maine.'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4631620060998446313</id><published>2010-03-29T23:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:36:26.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday - Bokura ga ita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DiPbIfqcE1c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DiPbIfqcE1c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4631620060998446313?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4631620060998446313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4631620060998446313' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4631620060998446313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4631620060998446313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday-bokura-ga-ita.html' title='Someday - Bokura ga ita'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3298859940829354581</id><published>2010-03-21T00:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:18:20.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cosmar... iar plang, ma zbat, de obicei ma trezesc singura si nu are cine sa ma linisteasca. Sunt obosita in primele ore ale zilei, timp in care ma gandesc obsesiv la tot ce am trait peste noapte. Mai tarziu se intampla ceva ciudat si e valabil de fiecare data. Sangele imi clocoteste dandu-mi curaj sa fac tot ce-mi trece prin cap. Poate nu e vorba cu adevarat de curaj, dar un soi de nebunie ma impinge sa incerc si sa gust din tot ce-mi iese in cale. Stiam eu ca aceste vise socante ori se vor opri ori ma vor inebuni. Si o iau razna, usor, si e atat de bine sa poti sa faci tot ce-ti doresti doar pentru ca nu-ti pasa care va fi rezultatul, desi la cata lume am speriat... nu mai am cu cine sa ma joc... caci iata-ma sambata seara, singura fiindca ceilalti au fugit de cu seara. Am sa ma razbun :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3298859940829354581?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3298859940829354581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3298859940829354581' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3298859940829354581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3298859940829354581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/03/cosmar.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8855521229951275138</id><published>2010-03-16T16:04:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:10:01.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449243370742632530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S5-Z-W_EUFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nJNPovYX76k/s400/inobiectiv181209_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chiar daca trebuia sa se intample de multa vreme, tot cred ca era nevoie sa mai astept. Probabil ca este o greseala teribil de nefericita, insa daca tot s-a intamplat ma bucur si gata. La cata pasiune si nebunie clocotea nu cred ca ar fi rezistat cineva fara sa rupa salbatic bucati mari de placere. Mi-e mila acum de el, l-am ranit dandu-i si luandu-i ceea ce nu era inca indreptatit sa guste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tremuratul si nesiguranta din vocea lui ii tradau frica, nesiguranta miscarilor, freamatul, salbaticia privirii, ochii mari iesiti din orbite, de neinchipuit. Folosit si dat afara, s-a supus domestic pentru cateva minute. Il simt cum se bucura si regreta, cum se macina fara a mai avea iesire. Imi pare rau ca a trebuit sa-i fac asta, dar nu am rezistat. Si nici el nu a mai avut puterea de alta data de a se opri sau chiar de a ma refuza subtil. Nu stiu cauza, dar simt efectul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Superb, dureros de bine. Eu, cea flamanda dupa simtiri, ma vad prea plina. Dupa atata foame m-am hranit cu prea mult, prea tare, prea bun pentru cat rezistam. Daca eu, cea cu experienta si initiativa ma simt astfel, atunci el? Saracul, ce mila ma cuprinde si pe cat de fericita, pe atat de speriata caci el e inspaimantat si socat de ce-a patit. O sa-l doara tare si parca asta nu e asa de rau pana la urma, caci creste, chiar daca fortat, dar se transforma cum vreau si cum ma astept. Copilul meu superb m-a invatat asa cum l-am invatat si eu, dar mai ales am invatat impreuna, am experimentat o data atatea lucruri ce oamenii nu le-ar face in mod normal. Cat imi place ca am gasit pe cineva caruia nu-i pasa cat risca si ce face atata timp cat ii aduce placere. Un alt dependent de adrenalina, un alt nebun si l-am gasit ! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449249455070503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S5-fgg334YI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b0rRbwaQwzg/s400/inobiectiv181209_3m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449249460697133954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S5-fg11Xc4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/yw-mSG22ybI/s400/inobiectiv181209_4m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8855521229951275138?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8855521229951275138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8855521229951275138' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8855521229951275138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8855521229951275138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/03/chiar-daca-trebuia-sa-se-intample-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S5-Z-W_EUFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nJNPovYX76k/s72-c/inobiectiv181209_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7495705740590988435</id><published>2010-03-14T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:32:18.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasmul feminin</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=9215131779461901182&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; 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I never... is imposible, is just to much to can... i,m ready to die, is my end on experimenting things. Je ne suis pas normale, je peus voler, je peux faire tout... invincible... My God... is not posible ! Please God, I can write witout open my eyes... Is a miracle ! Tonight was a miracle... can`t be real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8321779612741870671?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8321779612741870671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8321779612741870671' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8321779612741870671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8321779612741870671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5144439763491931679</id><published>2010-03-03T15:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:56:27.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowboxer - Boxand cu umbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S45miRQjqPI/AAAAAAAAApo/pzBMnswscD4/s1600-h/shadowboxer-poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S45miRQjqPI/AAAAAAAAApo/pzBMnswscD4/s400/shadowboxer-poster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444401738471942386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S45miSBfWiI/AAAAAAAAApg/JB4_blMejHk/s1600-h/135319__shadowboxer_l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S45miSBfWiI/AAAAAAAAApg/JB4_blMejHk/s400/135319__shadowboxer_l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444401738677180962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadowboxer este un intens film noir, intesat de actiune, care ne poarta in aspra lume a crimei organizate si descrie complexele vieti a doi asasini profesionisti, Mikey si Rose. Cand un brutal mafiot vrea sa scape de sotia lui, Rose refuza sa comita crima afland ca femeia este insarcinata. Cei trei trebuie sa fuga astfel de furia mafiotului, iar Mikey si Rose afla in noua lor familie adoptata un mijloc de a-si rascumpara greselile trecutului. In acest thriller, regizorul Lee Daniels continua sa schiteze personaje si povesti din cele mai intunecate zone sociale. Deloc speriat sa abordeze probleme sociale controversate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrsbEEt2BIM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrsbEEt2BIM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact, un film plin de mizerii socante! In viata mea n-am trait o noapte mai intensa decat cea care a urmat dupa vizionarea acestui film nebun. Interzis minorilor si celor slabi de inima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wuqnTUoavs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wuqnTUoavs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5144439763491931679?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5144439763491931679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/S4tstxpTfBI/AAAAAAAAApY/Ig6o122ZIA4/s72-c/martisor2007b%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8617701859218878906</id><published>2010-02-24T20:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:42:51.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan "Flutebox" Lee and Beardyman @ Google, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3kyNGVK-hI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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all</title><content type='html'>Fuck all, am plecat sa fac ce-mi place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6628505489028978564?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6628505489028978564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6628505489028978564' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6628505489028978564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6628505489028978564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-all.html' title='Fuck all'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3702739522396301035</id><published>2010-02-14T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:24:02.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot - THE RASMUS - Phantom - Requirem for the phantom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZKOHeB5Glk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Am primit de la  &lt;a href="http://runaway927.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://runaway927.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;  o leapşă-chestionar. Acestea sunt întrebările:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principala trăsătură a caracterului meu: Imi vin mai multe in minte, nu vreau sa para ca ma laud.&lt;br /&gt;Calitatea pe care o prefer la un bărbat: Hotararea.&lt;br /&gt;Calitatea pe care o prefer la o femeie: Puterea.&lt;br /&gt;Ce apreciez cel mai mult la prietenii mei: Calmul.&lt;br /&gt;Principalul meu defect: Ma plictisesc relativ repede.&lt;br /&gt;Ocupaţia mea preferată: Serviciul.&lt;br /&gt;Visul meu de fericire: O noua lege care sa acorde 10 ani garantie certificatului de casatorie.&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi cea mai mare nefericire a mea: Sa nu mai fiu de folos nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;Ce-aţi vrea să fiţi: Vreau doar sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;Ţara în care-aş vrea să trăiesc: M-am nascut in locul potrivit, nu ma pot plange.&lt;br /&gt;Culoarea preferată: Galbenul.&lt;br /&gt;Floarea preferată: Cicoarea.&lt;br /&gt;Pasărea preferată: Vrabia.&lt;br /&gt;Prozatorii mei preferaţi: Nu ma tine sa-i enumar.&lt;br /&gt;Poeţii mei preferaţi: Mai multi.&lt;br /&gt;Eroul meu preferat: N-am un erou.&lt;br /&gt;Eroina mea preferată: Nici atat.&lt;br /&gt;Compozitorii preferaţi: Multi.&lt;br /&gt;Pictorii preferaţi: Multi.&lt;br /&gt;Eroii din viaţa reală: Mama.&lt;br /&gt;Eroinele din istorie:Am mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;Bautura şi mâncarea preferate: Tot ce-mi gatea tata.&lt;br /&gt;Numele preferat: Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;Ce detest cel mai mult: Sa fiu acuzata pe nedrept.&lt;br /&gt;Personajele istorice pe care le detest cel mai mult: Ce sa le mai faci mortilor?&lt;br /&gt;Fapta militară pe care-o admir cel mai mult: Sunt multe exemple, de obicei ii admir pe cei care risca totul.&lt;br /&gt;Darul natural pe care-aş vrea să-l am: Desenul.&lt;br /&gt;Cum aş vrea să mor: Implinita.&lt;br /&gt;Starea de spirit actuală: Indragostita si visatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Greşeli care-mi inspiră cea mai multă indulgenţă:  Cele care nu ma privesc.&lt;br /&gt;Deviza mea: Traieste clipa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7095546734214962542?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7095546734214962542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7095546734214962542' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7095546734214962542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7095546734214962542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7602895645887919590</id><published>2010-01-13T14:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:31:17.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani mie !</title><content type='html'>Imi doresc sa fiu sanatoasa, sa pot lua viata in piept cu si mai mult avant decat pana acum, sa nu ma opresc din gustat tot ce vad si-mi place si sa adun si sa adun cat mai multi prieteni adevarati si experiente placute. Imi doresc sa pot trai clipa si sa-mi extind hotarele limitelor mele, sa accept, sa iubesc, sa umplu, sa ma zbat cu folos, sa invat necontenit si sa nu obosesc niciodata sa muncesc pentru altii care se bucura de mine. Pe scurt, imi doresc sa nu fiu degeaba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A57LrqdNqsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A57LrqdNqsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7602895645887919590?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7602895645887919590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7602895645887919590' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7602895645887919590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7602895645887919590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-multi-ani-mie.html' title='La multi ani mie !'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3872846481750483256</id><published>2009-12-20T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:46:34.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanasakeru Seishounen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFsVmdsT26I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFsVmdsT26I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3872846481750483256?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3872846481750483256/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3872846481750483256' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3872846481750483256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3872846481750483256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/12/hanasakeru-seishounen.html' title='Hanasakeru Seishounen'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6793508652604806255</id><published>2009-12-17T23:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:03:49.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy sex year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uite, mi-am aprins o tigara unde nu e voie... Si ca atatea lucruri de care nu am voie, imi face o placere nebuna. Inspir adanc si zambesc, pentru ca am vazut ce ma face nefericita intr-o viata plina de fericire si impliniri. Sexul ma distrunge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am fost intrebata de cativa ce mi-as dori de Craciun si m-am gandit... NIMIC, "am tot ce vreau" le-am raspuns, nu pentru ca as avea tot ce doresc, ci pentru faptul ca ei nu pot cumpara ce vreau eu. Nu sunt trista, nu traiesc o drama, doar sunt femeie si ma plang, de nu stiu ce, pentru a ma simti mai femeie. Stiti ca e imposibil sa explici e e in capul sexului feminin. De ce? Pentru ca femeia nu gandeste cu capul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parca nimic in lume nu valoreaza mai mult decat iubirea si asta o simt de cand ma stiu. Iubesc de atatia ani incat le-am uitat numarul si iubesc de prima data pana la ultima de parca as muri maine. Nu e blestem, e noroc, un noroc ce ma framanta mai ceva ca apocalipticele fracari ale iadului. Nu ma impart intre iubiri, ci le traiesc complet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chiar daca azi prind mana unui pustan sau daca maine acopar pieptul unui barbat cu obrazul meu fierbinte nu e nici o diferenta. Chiar daca ma agit turbata langa o inima ce sta sa sara de la locul ei sau privesc gales ochii reci ai unui monstru nu fac diferenta. Desi mirosul ierbii sau izul vreunui pod vechi ma incanta nu pot sa le pun mai prejos de mirosul benzinei sau a unei camere imputite in care era el si nimic altceva nu mai conta. Sunt fara "sfant" si sunt fara "diavol" sunt "dracul meu" si sunt "curva lui', sunt "iubita mea" si sunt " prietena mea" , pot fi orice pentru ca vreau si pentru ca ma daruiesc complet celui pe care il iubesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si IUBESC, oh cat pot iubi... In toata viata mea de aproape 3 ... cum se numesc... am iubit cat toata rasa omeneasca, atat de tandru si pasional, atat de salbatic si animalic, atat de pur si inocent, atat de eu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunt plina de tine barbatule si te tin sus de tot, doar ca eu ma tin pe mine mult mai sus si tu nu poti sa ma ajungi. Motivul? Mintea. Ceea ce nu credeati ca o femeie poate folosi. Adevarat ca nu o folosesc logic, adevarat ca nu e asa cum e a voastra. E doar deschisa. Atat de larg deschisa, atat de plina de imaginatie si nevoi, incat nici daca ati detine toate informatiile tehnice nu ati reusi sa o prindeti, caci ea accepta totul. Am invatat-o sa nu refuze absolut nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stiti ce e culmea? Sunt sincera mereu. Nu stiu cum reusesc, dar spun doar adevarul, in jumatati, in jumatati, pana imi iese, dar nu ascund. Un singur baietandru am gasit ce n-a acceptat jumatati si a vrut totul... i-am zis... si acum imi face reverente pe strada... el era Luna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu doream sa zic nimic, doar vorbeam cu mine si cu tine cititorule, crede-ma ca nu mint, eu mereu imi zic adevarul, adevarul meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6793508652604806255?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6793508652604806255/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6793508652604806255' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6793508652604806255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6793508652604806255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/12/uite-mi-am-aprins-o-tigara-unde-nu-e.html' title='Happy sex year !'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3011511381716799498</id><published>2009-12-09T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:45:25.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ai putut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SyAMUkBxLeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZXG-7OwXpEI/s1600-h/sadDog%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413340299507346914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SyAMUkBxLeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZXG-7OwXpEI/s320/sadDog%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autor: Jim Willis, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind am fost un catelus, te-am binedispus cu impleticelile mele, si te-am făcut sa rizi. Ziceai ca sunt copilul tau, si indiferent de cite perechi de pantofi ti-am distrus si de cite perne am smotocit, am devenit prietenul tau cel mai bun. Ori de cite ori am fost ‘rau’, imi aratai degetul si ma intrebai ‘Cum ai putut?’ Apoi te uitai in ochi mei nevinovati, te cuceream si ma rostogoleai, ne jucam si ma mingiiai pe burtica. A durat ceva mai mult timp pina am invatat ca treburile se fac afara, dar eram primul tau catel si tu erai teribil de ocupat. Intr-un final, am inteles despre ce era vorba, chiar daca nu ai stiut cum sa-mi spui, astfel ca, pina la urma, impreuna, am reusit sa depasim granitele comunicarii existente intre noi. Imi amintesc acele nopti in care ma strecuram linga tine in pat si iti ascultam confidentele si visele secrete. Era tot ce-mi doream, sa fiu linga tine, chiar si in momentele in care tu nu erai constient de acest fapt. Erau clipele in care credeam ca viata e perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am strins atitea amintiri placute alaturi de tine, incit au sa-mi ajunga pentru mai multe vieti. Tin minte plimbarile lungi prin padure, alergarile prin parc, excursiile cu masina, imi amintesc chiar si clipele cind mincam impreuna inghetata (eu rontaiam cornetul, deoarece ‘inghetata este rea pentru caini’ asa ziceai). Dupamasa motaiam cumintel la soare asteptind sa vii acasa, chiar daca de cele mai multe ori, apareai doar la sfarsitul zilei. Apoi, treptat, ai inceput sa petreci tot mai timpul mai mult la locul de munca, intrucit trebuia sa-ti cladesti o cariera. Ai inaintat in virsta, si ai inceput sa-ti cauti perechea. Te-am asteptat cu rabdare, ti-am stat alaturi si te-am consolat cind veneai cu inima zdrobita de dezamagiri. Nu ti-am judecat niciodata deciziile, nici chiar atunci cind, chiar si tu erai constient ca te-ai inselat. Chiar daca si eu sufeream alaturi de tine, incercam sa ma arat vesel cind te intorceai acasa, imi doream sa pot pune un zimbet pe fata ta. Una din cele mai fericite zile din viata mea, a fost cind ai venit acasa cu ea. Am stiut de cum v-am vazut ca ea este aleasa. Chiar daca am mirosit ca nu este o persoana iubitoare de caini, nu mi-am facut probleme. Am primit-o in casa noastra, am indragit-o si am ascultat-o. Eram fericit, pentru ca si tu erai fericit, si pentru mine, doar asta conta. Apoi, au aparut si copilasii vostri. M-am bucurat alaturi de voi, ca si cum ar fi fost ai mei. Eram fascinat de culoarea lor rozulie, de mirosul lor, de scincetele firave care se auzeau din patuturi. Vroiam sa-i ingrijesc asa cum ii ingrijeati voi, doar ca erati ingrijorati sa nu-i ranesc cumva. Asa ca, imi petreceam timpul inchis in cealalta camera, sau in cusca pe care mi-ai construit-o in curte. Stateam cu botul pe labe, si visam cu ochii deschisi. Visam ca sunt cu voi linga puiutii vostri, ca sintem o familie numeroasa si fericita. Numai eu stiu cum ii iubeam si cum imi doream sa fiu linga ei, asa ca am devenit un ‘prizonier al iubirii’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce au inceput sa creasca, am devenit prietenul lor. Se agatau de blana mea, si se sprijineau pe spinarea mea, ca sa-si poata tine echilibrul pe piciorusele lor micute. Imi bagau degetele in ochi, imi cercetau curiosi urechile, imi dadeau sarutari pe nas. Ma simteam la fel ca la inceput, prin atingerea lor simteam parca mingiielile tale de cind eram mic. Iubeam atingerile lor, intrucit, ale tale erau din ce in ce mai rare. Simteam ca viata mea are din nou un rost. Simteam ca traiesc un nou inceput. Am fost primul care i-a vazut facind primii pasi, asa ca, am sters cu buretele toate suferintele. Am simtit ca rabdarea si stradaniile mele de a va fi pe plac, au fost rasplatite. Ma strecuram in patul lor si le ascultam respiratia usoara si le vegheam visele, la fel cum ma strecuram linga tine cind eram puiandru. Asa te asteptam sa te intorci de la servici, si i-as fi aparat cu pretul vietii mele daca ar fi fost nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o perioada in care, cind altii te intrebau daca ai caine, scoteai mindru o fotografie cu mine din portofel si le povesteai cit de bine ne intelegem. In ultimul timp, insa, raspundeai ‘da’ si schimbai subiectul. Cind nu te mai ajungeai cu banii, jucariile mele si zgarda pe care o primeam in fiecare primavara, erau primele taiate de pe lista. La inceput eram ’cainele tau’ acum eram ‘doar un caine’. Acum, ti s-a oferit sansa de a te muta cu serviciul in alt oras pentru un job mai bine platit. Te vei muta, impreuna cu familia, intr-un apartament, in care nu este voie cu animale de companie. Ati luat aceasta decizie, pentru ca asa este cel mai bine pentru ‘familie’, desi a fost un timp cand eu eram singura ta ‘familie’. Am fost incantat de plimbarea cu masina pina am ajuns la adapostul de animale. Odata ajuns acolo, am simtit ca mirosea ciudat, a caini, a pisici ... a frica. Parea un loc lipsit de speranta, un loc uitat pina si de Bunul D-zeu. Ai completat documentele si le-ai spus tinerilor de acolo ‘stiu ca veti gasi o casa buna pentru el’. Au dat din umeri si au coborit privirea in pamint. Ei stiu greutatile cu care se confrunta cu un caine de varsta mijlocie, chiar si unul cu ‘acte’, asa ca nu au promis nimic. A trebuit sa-i rogi pe copiii sa dea drumul zgarzii, apoi a trebuit sa te chinui sa le desfaci degetelele inclestate pe lesa. Tin minte cum strigau, cum te rugau, cum implorau "Nu, tati! Te rugam nu-i lasa sa ne ia cainele!" Atunci, m-am ingrijorat pentru ei, pentru modul in care vor intelege mai tirziu in viata, ce este prietenia, loialitatea, dragostea, responsabilitatea si respectul pentru orice forma de viata. Tu ... m-ai mingiiat usor pe cap, de bun ramas, mi-ai evitat privirea, asa ca am plecat si eu capul in pamint, in timp ce, politicos, ai refuzat sa pastrezi ca ultima amintire zgarda si lesa. Aveai o intilnire la care trebuia sa ajungi, asa cum aveam si eu una ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, ai plecat. Tinerii s-au apucat sa puna la loc hirtiile, si spuneau ca, probabil, tu stiai de mutarea asta cu ceva vreme inainte, dar ca nu ai incercat sa-mi cauti alta familie care sa ma vrea. Unul dintre ei, si-a intors capul intr-o parte, si in timp ce isi stergea o lacrima a intrebat ... ‘Cum ai putut?‘ Altfel, sunt foarte draguti cu noi. Incearca sa-si faca timp pentru fiecare dintre noi, sa ne aduca in fiecare zi cite o raza de speranta, desi programul lor este destul de incarcat. Cu mincarea nu e problema, doar ca de citeva zile nu mai am pofta de mincare. La inceput, saream in fata cind era zi de vizita. Speram sa fi si tu printre oamenii care veneau sa adopte un caine. Speram ca te-ai razgindit. Speram ca totul nu este decit un vis urit. Cind am realizat ca asta nu se va intimpla, am sperat ca printre oamenii aia, se va gasi unul caruia sa-i placa de mine, si care m-ar fi putut salva. Apoi, vazindu-i in jurul meu pe puiandrii care nu isi puteau face loc sa ajunga in fata, mi-am zis ca nu e corect sa concurez cu ei. Am vazut ca toti oamenii care veneau acolo, erau cuceriti de dragalasenia astora mici. Am hotarit sa le dau macar lor o sansa, ei aveau o viata intreaga inainte, asa ca m-am retras intr-un colt indepartat si am asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-am auzit pasii ... stiam ca a venit dupa mine. Era la sfarsitul zilei ... am mers tacuti de-a lungul unui culoar intr-o camera separata. Era o camera goala, doar o masa, iar intr-un colt am zarit o carte de rugaciuni luminata de flacara jucausa a unei luminari. O camera goala, dar plina de o liniste binecuvintata. M-a ridicat pe masa, si, in timp ce-si plimba miinile pe capul si urechile mele, mi-a soptit sa nu am nici o teama. Inima mea a inceput sa zvicneasca, insa m-am linistit repede, anticipind clipele ce vor veni. Brusc, am fost invaluit de un sentiment de usurare, brusc, mi-am dat seama ca zilele mele de prizonierat in dragoste ... s-au terminat. Printre clipele de visare si aducere aminte, am simtit ca sufletul ei era plin de remuscari. Am simtit ca toate grijile mele le-a luat asupra ei. Mi-a strins pe un picior din fata un garou, in timp ce o lacrima i-a cazut de pe obraz. I-am lins lacrima de pe mina, asa cum te lingeam si pe tine cind cautai alinare. Am simtit o intepatura, si lichidul rece imprastiindu-se in corpul meu. Mi-am scapat capul intr-o parte, moment in care privirile ni s-au intilnit. Privind-o in ochi am murmurat ‘cum ai putut’. Ca si cum ar fi inteles limbajul meu, m-a imbratisat si mi-a raspuns ‘imi pare asa de rau’ si s-a grabit sa-mi explice ca rolul ei este sa se asigure ca voi ajunge intr-un loc mai bun, intr-un loc in care nu voi mai fi ignorat, sau abuzat sau abandonat. Rolul ei este sa ma trimita intr-un loc plin de dragoste, un loc plin de lumina, care nu seamana deloc cu tot ce cunosteam eu despre viata pamintesca. Cu ultimele farime de energie, am incercat sa-i transmit printr-o bataie din coada, ca acel ‘cum ai putut’, nu ii era adresat ei, ... ci tie. Iti era adresat tie, bunul si iubitul meu stapin. Chiar si in ultimele momente din viata, gindul meu a fost indreptat spre tine. Te voi astepta sa ne reintilnim in acea lume minunata, spre care eu ma indrept acuma, ma voi gindi la tine si te voi astepta pentru totdeauna. Fie ca toti cei dragi tie, sa te iubeasca si sa-ti fie loiali, cel putin pe cit te-am iubit si ti-am fost eu . ------------ --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfirsit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota autorului: Daca ‘Cum ai putut?’ ti-a adus lacrimi in ochi, pe masura ce ai citit-o, asa cum mi-a adus si mie pe masura ce o scriam, este pentru ca, aceasta este povestea milioanelor de animale de companie care mor in fiecare an in adaposturile de animale din toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt;Oricine este binevenit sa distribuie acest eseu in scopuri necomerciale, atata timp cat este atribuit in mod corespunzator dreptul de autor.&lt;br /&gt;Va rog sa-l folositi pentru a ajuta la educarea publicului larg, pe site-uri web, in buletine de stiri, la adaposturile de animale si in cabinetele medicale veterinare. Oamenii trebuie sa constientizeze ca decizia de a adopta un animal de companie este foarte importanta mai ales in ce priveste viata acestuia, ca aceste animale trebuie tratate cu dragoste, cu grija si cu bun-simt, ca aceste animale sunt in responsabilitatea dumneavoastra, si ca sunteti datori sa le oferiti conditii umane de viata. Viata este cel mai important lucru care l-a lasat Dumnezeu pe pamint, asa ca suntem datori sa facem tot ce ne sta in putinta pentru a opri uciderea fiintelor necuvintatoare. - Jim Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- m --&gt;&lt;a class="postlink" onclick="this.target='_blank';" href="http://plantranch.net/animalrights.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#005784;"&gt;http://plantranch.net/animalrights.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- m --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3011511381716799498?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3011511381716799498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3011511381716799498' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3011511381716799498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3011511381716799498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/12/cum-ai-putut.html' title='Cum ai putut?'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SyAMUkBxLeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZXG-7OwXpEI/s72-c/sadDog%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2331313432230293898</id><published>2009-12-02T20:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:45:02.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SxbfzPFpt2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/I29TJQKbuM4/s1600-h/The_Black_Cat%2520red%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410758073648789346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SxbfzPFpt2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/I29TJQKbuM4/s400/The_Black_Cat%2520red%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai fratilor, noi o sa murim intr-o zi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2331313432230293898?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2331313432230293898/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2331313432230293898' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2331313432230293898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2331313432230293898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/12/trist.html' title='Trist...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SxbfzPFpt2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/I29TJQKbuM4/s72-c/The_Black_Cat%2520red%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-771881291893822747</id><published>2009-11-22T00:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:44:44.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taietura</title><content type='html'>Azi a fost mult prea adanca. Doare !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-771881291893822747?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/771881291893822747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=771881291893822747' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/771881291893822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/771881291893822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/11/taietura.html' title='Taietura'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2270748899115711858</id><published>2009-10-19T21:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:43:09.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum e cand stii ce se poate intampla (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Hai sa bem o cafea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deschid ochii somnoroasa, deschid ochii si-s nervoasa. Vad blocuri si lume multa, nu stiu unde sint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Sint zilele Dorohoiului, si-mi apuca bratul si ma scutura incet sa ma trezesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balci, tampenii, chinezarii, tiribombe, lumea se plimba printre ele chiar mai plictisita decat mine. Ajungem la un bar cu autoservire. Ma duc direct la masa zicandu-i sa ma surprinda. Nu mai vine desi aproape am terminat prima tigara. ma ridic si-l privesc prin vitrina cum vorbeste zapacit cu una dintre chelnerite. Ma asez la loc si-mi mai aprind una. Ma plictisesc, mi s-a uscat gatul. Ma ridic furioasa si ma postez langa el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ce vrei? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ti-am zis sa ma surprinzi, dar nu asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Imediat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma intorc la masa si iar ma pun pe asteptat. Nu stiu cat am asteptat, dar iata ca-l vad venind cu o ceasca de cafea pe jumatate goala. Rade desi e evident ca sint suparata, dar ma calmez oarecum cand imi povesteste ca de fapt erau doua cafele cu lapte si chelnerita le-a varsat langa ghiseu. O fata frumusica dealtfel, dar cam nesigura ce cu miscari nu prea controlate facea naveta intre bar si mese. Din urma ei, o femeie invarsta si grasa, repara tot ce fata stica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ai rabdare, comanda va veni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mananc, beau o noua cafea si fumez cu nesat, totul in liniste. Nu am chef nici de leagane , nici de aglomeratie, asa ca-l iau mai mult pe sus si-l imping pe usa afara. Chelnerita ne urmareste ciudat cu privirea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S-a incalzit, iar bluza mea neagra nu ma ajuta, el se dezbraca pana la un ultim tricou alb ce-i scoate in evidenta fizicul puternic si sanatos. Are un piept frumos si-un gat lung so gros, mijlocul ii e subtire si totusi ceea ce ma farmeca e contrastul dintre pielea lui aproape neagra si tricoul imaculat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma asez pe bancheta din spate iar el la volan. Ii trec mana prin parul sau negru si des. Cobor pe gat zgaraindu-l usor si icneste. Ii ating umerii incercat in zadar sa-i cuprind cu palma mea. Continui spre piept si intoarce capul respirand greu. Cu ochii negri, mari si ingroziti ma intreaba ce vreau. Zambesc si ma asez la loc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acasa ne asteapta toti cu masa pusa. Iau cateva guri si plec in camera mea. Patul nu e strans, asa ca ma bag sub plapuma si adorm. Seara tarziu ma trezesc din cauza unor tropote grele pe sub fereastra mea. Stiu ca e el si-l strig. Intra in casa si ma ajuta sa fac patul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Imbraca-te bine, iesim la plimbare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omul asta nu e cu toate, e intuneric si e groaznic de frig. Ii zic mamei ca iesim si ma incalt. Nerabdator si zgribulit imi zambeste. Mergem grabit pe drumul pietruit de tara. E liniste, in seara asta e o nunta in sat si cei mai multi sint plecati. La magazinul aflat la mai bine de un kilometru de casa luam un pachet de carti si doua beri. Ne asezam pe-o banca, afara-n frig, bem si jucam carti. Tremur cu mainile pe sticla si pe carti. Mai aduce un rand de bere desi e intuneric si abia zaresc ce carti am in mana. Vorbim si povestim tampenii. Si el tremura. O bufnita face sa rasune pustietatea unde ne aflam. Magazinul s-a inchis, frigul e crancen si aerul imi taie plamanii. Imi cere o tigara desi el nu fumeaza. O pufaie nervos. Nu stiu de ce-i place sa se chinuie in frigul asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ne ridicam si ne indreptam spre sat. Cainii ne latra, iar lumina pe strada asta nu s-a aprins. Se opreste in fata bisericii si o priveste. Ii iau mainile intr-ale mele. E mai rece decat mine. Ii cuprin mijlocul si-mi las capul pe pieptul lui. Il simt tremurand, inima-mi bate cu putere, el sta inert cu mainile spanzurate pe langa trup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- De ce-ti bate inima asa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- De la frig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si ma cuprinde strans si stam asa in frig si intuneric. Se vad crucile din cimitir si inchid ochii inghesuindu-ma la pieptul lui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O iau la fuga prin pietris si incearca sa ma prinda. E miezul noptii si galagia noastra starneste cainii. Fugim mai mult sa ne incalzim. Ajungem pe strada luminata, radem zgomotos, "ne batem", ne fugarim. Paznicul ne intreaba de sub un gard ce e cu noi. E bine si in acelasi ritm de joaca ne indreptam spre casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- va urma -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am zis eu ca va urma, continuarea e scrisa, dar n-o pot posta pana nu-mi clarific gandurile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2270748899115711858?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2270748899115711858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2270748899115711858' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2270748899115711858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2270748899115711858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/10/cum-e-cand-stii-ce-se-poate-intampla-ii.html' title='Cum e cand stii ce se poate intampla (II)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-8655078289201761082</id><published>2009-10-19T00:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:58:14.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum e cand stii ce se poate intampla (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Te trezesti mama?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce?&lt;br /&gt;- A venit dupa tine, ce sa-i spun?&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-e atat de somn, nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;- Hai mama, pui si tu un acatist, aprinzi si tu o lumanare...&lt;br /&gt;- Bine, zi-i ca vin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ies din caldura patului si desculta prin frigul de pe sala pasesc ca pe ace. Raceala gresiei din baie imi intra pana in maduva oaselor, tremur necontrolat. Deschid robinetul si simt mai multa raceala. Vreau inapoi in pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hai grabeste-te, te asteapta in poarta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi umplu pumnii cu apa si-mi ud fata. ma cutremur toata si-mi fuge somnul. Un glas gros si neclar incearca sa lege doua cuvinte pe la usa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ocupat !&lt;br /&gt;- Hai odata !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in oglinda. Am ochii unflati de somn si-s asa de zbarlita. Deschid usa baii si-l imping nervoasa. E prea dimineata pentru mine. Ma imbrac cu ce am, doar niste blugi si-o bluza neagra, nepotrivit pentru locul unde voi merge, insa nu-mi pasa. acum imi mormaie la usa dormitorului si-l trag inauntru sa-mi zica ce vrea. tace si priveste in pamant. Imi aduce papucii si ma ajuta sa ma incalt. tata ne priveste din usa si rade de noi. Ma rusinez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iarta-ma, si ma las sarutata pe frunte. Se repede si mama sa ma sarute. Mainile lui uriase imi prin mijlocul si aproape ca ma ia pe sus, doar, doar sa ies din casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atat de frig in aerul rasaritului de toamna, iar lumina imi provoaca dureri. Inchid ochii si pasesc copilareste pe cararea incadrata de multe flori mov. Ma impinge de la spate si ma cearta ca e prea tarziu si drumu-i lung. Parintii mei raman in usa zambind complice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma urc in masina langa el. Acum e cald si muzica e buna. las capul pe umarul lui pentru o secunda si se zbarleste la mine c-as fi lenesa si sa ma trezesc. dar cum m-as putea trezi fara o cafea, fara o tigara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rezista pana dupa-amiaza, n-ai sa mori.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce cosmar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma asez cat mai comod, inchid ochii si in timp ce bate caldura in mine, motai pe scaunul masinii. rade de mine si-mi canta, ma necajeste si nu ma lasa sa adorm. Privesc printre gene cum sat dupa sat el e tot mai frumos. E sacaitor, enervant, dar le face pe toate cu ochii razand. Probabil pielea lui maslinie si respiratia nervoasa, sau lumina diminetii, nu stiu, insa incep sa-l vad altfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergem kilometri buni, cand prin sate, pe drumuri pietruite, cand prin orase aglomerate si agitate. Se joaca frumos si nu ma dau ci raman artagoasa. Adevarul e ca mi-e atat de somn... De departe se vede o padure uriasa. Drumul e pietruit insa denivelat. In sfarsit tacere in masina si-mi place. Indicator ce ne arata ca mai sint 2 kilometri pana la destinatie. facem stanga prin padure, pe un drum anevoios. Conduce incet si-si incordeaza ochii, atent la toate cele. Padurea e inca verde desi pe jos, un covor de frunze ruginii si-au gasit sfarsitul. Aerul tare imi intra in plamani si ma-nfior. E inceputul toamnei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o tigara, ma inec de atata aer curat. Cu glas bland ma-ncurajeaza sa rezist. Trecem printr-o poarta uriasa de piatra. Uit de fumat si ascult cu atentie. Sunetul clopotelor rasuna in toata padurea, pasarile au tacut. Urcam o panta abrupta si o vad. Manastirea Gorovei. In toata viata mea n-am vazut un loc mai frumos. Am ramas fermecata instant. O poarta mare de fier forjat, frumos decorata prin care trecea lumea cu capul plecat. Femeile si copiii, barbatii si calugarii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasesc pe pietrele din curte invaluita de zgomotul sacadat al atator pasi. cantece religioase imi incanta sufletul. E plin de straturi de trandafiri infloriti. Chiliile sint impodobite cu muscate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intru... Ascult... Ies... (IMPOSIBIL DE DESCRIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zau ca nu mai vreau sa scriu cum m-am lasat purtata de mirosul merilor din livada alaturata. Un drum nepietruit pe langa gardul manastirii, o livada mica si rara in mijlocul padurii, la dreapta exact sapte case, cum o fi sa locuiesti in salbaticia asta? Doua vite si un cal pasteau in praful drumului, o babuta cu catelul dadeau ocol casei, un mos c-o palarie verde de padurar era prin curtea sa. In rest, pustiu. O cucuvea a spart linistea, graurii o urmeaza si in scurt timp o larma asurzitoare imi sparge timpanele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul halucinant de mere si iarba uscata ma moleseste. Ma asez cu fata spre cer si bratele larg deschise. Mi-e atat de bine ca as vrea sa imbratisez cerul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fornet de haine si pasi grei pe iarba uscata, m-am speriat. Imi zambeste bland si-mi intinde un mar. Are fata lata, cu o frunte lata, cateva fire rosii si zbarlite alcatuiesc o barba, ochii clari licaresc in aceeasi culoare ca a cerului. Iau marul si musc cu pofta. Mi se impanzeste gura cu un lichid dulce-acrisor. E zemos, e cel mai bun mar pe care l-am mancat vreodata. Tanarul calugar se aseaza langa mine. Scoate si el un mar si-l musca incet, ia bucati mici si le mesteca bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E mai bun asa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi raspunde si nici nu cred ca m-a auzit. Imi mai da un mar. Nu stiu exact cate mere am mancat fara sa scot un cuvant, insa nu m-as fi oprit daca cel care m-a adus in locul acesta minunat n-ar fi sunat sa ma certe c-am disparut nu stiu unde si ca ii e foame si unde sint si sa apar acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am ridicat si i-am spus la revedere. Mi-a zambit doar si s-a intors la merele sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urc in masina cu parere de rau ca plec de aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acum ia o tigara.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu vreau !&lt;br /&gt;- Bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma culc pe bancheta din spate. Masina se leagana din cauza drumurilor romanesti. Adorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-va urma-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8655078289201761082?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8655078289201761082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8655078289201761082' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8655078289201761082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8655078289201761082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/10/cum-e-cand-stii-ce-se-poate-intampla.html' title='Cum e cand stii ce se poate intampla (I)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6053917254697931888</id><published>2009-09-30T14:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:44:03.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum nu stii niciodata ce se poate intampla (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma suna si cu o voce joasa imi da vestea proasta. Ma doare pentru el caci doar e al meu si acum ma priveste tot ce tine de viata lui. Incerc sa-l mangai si sa-l incurajez. Rade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tarziu, dupa amiaza, calc alene prin praful strazii. Sunt foarte obosita si nu-mi arde de nimic. As vrea sa trec pe la el sa-l vad, insa ceva ma face sa ma razgandesc exact cand eram in fata locuintei lui. Poate n-a ajuns acasa. Imi intorc pasii gandind departe. Noile experiente m-au zdruncinat puternic, efectele au fost insa altele decat cele la care m-as fi asteptat. Sunt totusi multumita. Elementul "soc" m-a scuturat indeajuns incat devierea simtita sa ca conduca pe nesimtite pe meleaguri salbatice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma asteapta asezat pe scarile blocului intr-o pozitie caraghioasa. Zambeste trist. Se ridica, asteapta sa deschid usa. Dau sa-i prind mana si se retrage instant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beau un pahar de apa. Ma priveste pierdut, e foarte trist. Se rupe ceva in mine. Ridic "coltul rautatilor" si parca ar vrea sa planga. Ii promit ca va fi ultima data, doar sa ma lase. Nu vrea, zice ca nu e bine, nu e normal. Insist, oblig, ii dau tricoul jos. Il imping pe spate, apuc pe furis ciobul si-l infing in pielea moale de pe coastele lui. Geme de durere, a inchis de mult ochii. I se scurg lacrimile in par. O suvita rosie si calda il coloreaza. Prind cu grija taietura, o incadrez cu dintii si trag puternic. Simt ca lesin de placere. Ii aud inima grabindu-se sa impinga lichidul usor sarat. Imi mangaie parul. E o liniste asurzitoare. Ma hraneste cuminte. Spun "atat" si-l las sa plece. Ma bag in pat, imi aduc aminte ca n-am mancat astazi, insa adorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se misca patul, prin patura simt apasarea grea a cuiva. Un brat puternic incearca sa ma trezeasca. Buze reci si umede imi ating gatul. Abia daca deschid ochii. E tarziu, iar lumina ramasa in camera e cenusie. "E randul tau". Imi apasa sarutul pe gat si-mi scoate bratul de sub mine. Tine in mana acelasi ciob. Parca mi se face frica, doar ca imi simt trupul prea greu pentru a reactiona cumva. Ma doare, doare atat de tare ! Ii place mult, ii fulgera ochii si mai cresteaza o data, si inca o data, si inca o data. Sangele se imprastie pe cearsaful alb, iar el e incantat. Il intinde cu buzele pe pielea mea si pe fata lui. Imi arunca bratul amortit si ma saruta, tot mai adanc, tot mai umed, cu gust nou, cu gustul meu. Si-mi zice "atat" si-s singura din nou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6053917254697931888?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6053917254697931888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6053917254697931888' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6053917254697931888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6053917254697931888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/09/cum-nu-stii-niciodata-ce-se-poate.html' title='Cum nu stii niciodata ce se poate intampla (III)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7334558030771656885</id><published>2009-09-26T00:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:22:17.349+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum nu stii niciodata ce se poate intampla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma hranesc cu simtiri. Sunt mica si goala, iar trupul mi-e moale. Nevoia asidua de a simti pentru a trai ma mistuie. Doare lipsa pasiunii, ma inebuneste pe nesimtite si ma transforma in acea fiara de care m-am temut dintotdeauna. Foamea salasluieste in trupul meu slab, imi intra sub piele, se scurge prin vene, taie carnea, imi sfarama oasele. Durerea e insuportabila, crizele sunt tot mai dese. Pana si visele ma chinuie. Numai asta noapte rupeam bucati proaspete din carnea celor ce-ar trebui sa ma hraneasca. Totul era plin de sange ce clocotea din cauza furiei mele. Fericita si oarecum razbunata imi lingeam degetele de lichidul cald. Insa se regenerau si doreau sa ma atace. Din nou ii sfartecam. Fara odihna de atatea nopti. Nu stiu cat voi rezista. De unde atata pofta de sange, cum e posibil ca atata violenta sa salasluiasca in subconstientul meu? Ma trezesc obosita, imi strang sotul in brate, il mangai, il sarut, el maraie si-l las sa doarma. Caut pasiunea in agenda de telefon si disperata, n-o gasesc. Foamea ma conduce. Nu ma mai pot opri , desi cu ultimile forte imi infranez pornirile. E tot mai greu sa traiesc ca o persoana normala, foamea imi distruge prefacatoriile. Acum mi-e frica sa nu fiu descoperita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cu greu citesc un text despre dragoste. De ce nu putea sa fie unul despre politica? Ei ma asculta cu atentie, isi dau cu parerea si zambesc cu subinteles. Sunt fericiti, le stralucesc ochii. Mi-e mai bine. Surad si eu, le vorbesc si ma trezesc intr-un ropot de aplauze. Unul dintre ei spune ca ma invidiaza. Ma intristez, fac liniste si las sa curga ora dupa ora. Sunt amortita. Telefonul imi reda mesaje pasionale, salbatice, chiar murdare. Cineva incearca sa ma sensibilizeze pintr-o metoda socanta. Citesc si mi-e rau, nu-mi place desi este exact ceea ce credeam ca am nevoie. Nu m-am inselat, doar ca doream ca acele cuvinte sa vina de la sotul meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma mobilizez. Teatru. Zi internationala. Activitate. Festivitate. Protocol. Ma dor picioarele. Tocurile sunt prea inalte, incaperea prea animata. Vreau acasa, vreau in bratele sotului meu, am nevoie de sarutul lui. De parca as suge energia din el, astfel reusesc sa nu ma daram. Nu ma satur pe deplin infruptandu-ma din el, insa imi pot lua energia necesara de a mai face un pas in cautarile mele bizare ce par a nu mai avea finalitate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dupa o astfel de zi trebuia sa se intample, trebuia sa fiu acea "eu", fiara de care ma tem s-a trezit. Am insistat, am spart o oglinda la insistentele lui. De-a lungul bratului sau, o fasie rosie de sange ce clocoteste. Apuc cu nesat, sug si gem in timp ce viata din trupul lui ajunge in mine. Obrajii tineri ii sunt rosii si tremura, ma uit la el pe sub gene si aproape ca mi-e mila. Insfac taietura cu dintii, strang si mi-e gura plina de sange. Se lasa pe spate si-mi permite. Dupa cateva inghitituri ma intreaba daca imi ajunge. Nu m-am saturat, dar ma opresc. Ma ridic, il trag dupa mine. L-am facut al meu cu totul. Inima imi bate puternic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acum sunt plina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7334558030771656885?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7334558030771656885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7334558030771656885' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7334558030771656885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7334558030771656885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-hranesc-cu-simtiri.html' title='Cum nu stii niciodata ce se poate intampla'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5016687991019803149</id><published>2009-09-21T08:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:55:13.127+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoholic dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un pix nou, atata vreme in care am gandit fara sa scriu. Timp pierdut. Am avut o intalnire stranie. Am fost anuntata de dimineata. "-Avem sesiune de baut. - Poftim?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa amiaza, tarziu, incepem. O sticla, doua sticle, nu stiu a cata sticla, homoemo.com, alta sticla, incredibil. Efect uimitor, dans pe Pink, ras pana te pisi pe tine, imi era dor. Filozofam si acum ii cred pe suprarealisti. I-am judecat si acum ma vad, nu in locul lor, nu ma pot asemana, dar echivalez cumva starea. Macar eu nu ma sinucid pentru cunoasterea suprema. E doar foarte bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5016687991019803149?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5016687991019803149/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5016687991019803149' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5016687991019803149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5016687991019803149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/09/alcoholic-dream.html' title='Alcoholic dream'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6523038361312694626</id><published>2009-09-07T18:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:37:47.864+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un moment, va rog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="450" height="366" src="http://www.220.ro/emb/hPE7PSvfcZ&amp;from=bjNtMDRhbGw=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6523038361312694626?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6523038361312694626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6523038361312694626' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6523038361312694626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6523038361312694626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/09/un-moment-va-rog.html' title='Un moment, va rog...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6813820594503409454</id><published>2009-08-15T00:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:48:22.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintirile unei copile - aiurea prin vise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma suni in miez de noapte, cu vocea tremuranda si-mi ceri ce-as vrea si eu sa-ti dau. Mi-e pieptul greu si-as vrea sa crezi ca nu din rautate te refuz. Ti se stange glasul si c-o ultima fortare ma-ntrebi daca sunt bine. Pentru tine mereu sunt, caci tu imi dai atata putere ca pot sa rad chiar daca plang. Glumesc fad si imi raspunzi la fel. Speram asemeni. Imi povestesti vise si ma faci sa zbor prin prezentul si viitorul imaginat de noi. Stii ce simt, esti mereu atat de sigur si nu lovesti niciodata langa tinta. Imi mangai sufletul si mi-l agiti. Stiu ca vrei sa ma linistesti si totusi nelinistita sa ma tii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... si-atatea am de spus, de-adaugat, si mi-e atat de frica... nu de noi si nu de ei ci de mine, caci nu voi reusi niciodata sa ma retrag din ceea ce ma multumeste cel mai mult in viata. Ca intr-o vraja blestemata raman mereu cu-acelasi gand si orice risc mi-l pui in fata, eu ma reped sa il strivesc. Calc peste suflete s-ajung la tine, caci tu ma astepti ca-ntotdeauna. Asteapta dragul meu si spera ca-n prima zi, caci n-am sa plec nici daca vrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a fost o data... si mai este...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6813820594503409454?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6813820594503409454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6813820594503409454' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6813820594503409454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6813820594503409454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/08/amintirile-unei-copile-aiurea-prin-vise.html' title='Amintirile unei copile - aiurea prin vise'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2549618676927451771</id><published>2009-08-11T21:47:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:14:54.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintirile unei copile - a nu stiu cata parte din mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EP-YDui46pU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EP-YDui46pU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un aer rece imi inunda plamanii, aproape ca ma sufoca, ma doare pieptul. Cerul e impanzit de pete rosii spre apus. Rasaritul se inegreste, luna e deja pe cer. Pasii ma indruma alene prin iarba umeda. Gasesc o carare prin miristea parfumata. Trec cateva randuri de porumb mai inalt decat mine. Frunzele taioase imi ranesc bratele goale. Un vant usor imi mangaie gatul. Mi-am prins parul intr-o coada, sus, in varful capului. Rochita prea subtire pentru vremea asta mi se lipeste de trup. Picaturi usoare incep sa-mi loveasca pielea prea incalzita, le simt atingerea si ma-nfior. Sunt singura in campul atat de larg, e atata liniste ca mi se pare ireal. Continui sa pasesc pe cararea batatorita. Incepe sa-mi fie frig. Se lasa noaptea. Cerul si-a pierdut roseata, iar negurile noptii ma cuprind. Vantul se porneste de-a valma prin lanurile de porumb, joaca prinsa pintre frunze, iese rapid sa ma imbratiseze si iar ma lasa. Nu mai ploua dar tot mi-e frig. Ajung pe imas. Las miristea si pasesc pe iarba moale. Imi scot papucii si simt pamantul cald. Cobor si ultima vale pana la iaz. Aici era un drum batatorin pe vremea cand zilele mele erau de poveste. Ma asez in iarba pe malul apei. Se aud pasari de noapte. Umbre stranii incep sa joace in jurul meu. Dau drumul parului pe spate si adieri frumos mirositoare imi rasfira parul. Ma intind pe spate privind la stele. Doar cativa nori mici se uita la mine. Stelele stau aprinse si nemiscate, luna ma farmeca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa fie tare tarziu, pasii m-au condus pana aici si acum trupul mi-e prea greu sa ma ridic pentru a pleca acasa. Fosneste ceva prin iarba, greierii si-au oprit cantecul. Nu ma misc. Mi-e un pic frica, insa stiu ca aici nu pot pati nimic rau. Ma intorc pe burta. Scurtez zarea, nimic. Ascult cu atentie linistea noptii. Fosnetul se intareste, se indreapta spre mine. Fac ochii mari, nu inteleg. O umbra mare si neagra se apropie. Este o stana pe valea asta, dar nu cred ca ar avea vreun caine care sa-mi faca rau. Nu mi-a fost niciodata frica de caini. Trebuie sa fie altceva. Ma pitesc in iarba prea mica pentru a ma ascunde. De ce a trebuit sa vin aici? Privesc speriata botul cald ce-mi linge mana. E "Baiatul", e "Baiatul" ! Sare vesel in jurul meu, imi incolteste usor bratul si iar sare energic in jurul meu. Ce cauta aici? Ii prind puternic gatul gros si blanos. E atat de cald. Incerc sa-l asez langa mine, dar nu pot, e prea mare si prea puternic. Ii dau drumul si ma tavalesc pe spate. Se linisteste si el si se aseaza cuminte la un metru de mine. Greierii pornesc iara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce bine ca ma tii minte Baiatule, imi rasuna vocea in noapte. Ce-ti face stapanul? El ma tine minte? E la fel? Oare eu il mai tin minte? Fata mereu atat de senina desi nu prea obisnuieste sa zambeasca, ochii mici si caprui mereu umezi, maxilarele puternice si poate prea dezvoltate, parul atat de des si de aspru. In mod normal n-ar trebui sa-mi placa, dar are un suflet atat de bland si nevinovat oarecum, incat daca el plange si natura ar suferi odata cu el. Da... asa il stiu, senin, dar mereu cu ochii tristi din ziua aceea in care tipa cu disperare la mine, in fata tuturor celor prezenti, sa cobor din autobuz si sa plec cu el. Imi pare rau ca ti-am suparat stapanul, eu am fost egoista si inca sunt, dar n-am crezut niciodata ca ii voi face atata rau. Chiar n-am stiut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si plang. Si mi-e greu. Plang in hohote din nou. Acum nu ma poate opri nimeni sa plang pentru ce-am facut, ca alta data. Nu e drept, drumul meu nu e drept. N-am ales corect si te-am facut si pe tine sa te ratacesti. Imi pare atat de rau. N-am alt regret in toata viata mea, asa cum imi consum sufletul cu parerea de rau ca nu te-am ascultat. Dar am fost prea slaba sa pot hotara pentru noi doi. Am intrebat pe toata lumea si am ales intre " a iubi" sau " a fi iubita". Si eram atat de sigura ca fac bine. Si plang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M-am saturat de plans Anca, nu mai pot "mireasa mea", nu mai am putere "dragostea mea", se aude din intunericul noptii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi inghit lacrimile, imi opresc respiratia, incerc sa-mi tin inima in piept, dar tamplele izbesc sa ma omoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica din iarba, de la cativa metri de mine. Trebuia sa stiu ca Baiatul nu a venit singur. Face pasi mici si nesiguri spre mine, se aseaza si-mi prinde mana. Ce dulci lacrimi de iubire strang buzele mele de pe obrazul lui fierbinte. Imi era atat de dor de mirosul lui de iarba uscata si pamant reavan. Peste linistea noptii se aseaza linistea noastra. Baiatul a lasat botul pe labe, Sta cuminte caci stie ca stapanul sau e fericit, macar pentru cateva clipe. Ma intind la pieptul lui si-mi zice ca e al meu. Acelasi trup tare, aceiasi umeri uriasi, aceiasi respiratie agitata, aceleasi batai neregulate si puternice ale inimii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ai zis ca nu te mai intorci, am asteptat toata vara si nu mai speram nimic, insa te-am vazut pe camp indepartandu-te de casa. M-am gandit ca nu e sigur sa fii singura la o ora asa tarzie. Baiatul era agitat, asa ca te-am urmarit. Esti bine?&lt;br /&gt;- Acum sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi asez iarasi capul pe pieptul lui, e fierbinte si sufla greu. Intr-un final imi odihnesc trupul in bratele celui pentru care nu conteaza decat ca sunt langa el. Nu am simtit niciodata fericire mai mare decat sa-l simt in preajma mea. Nu stiu cat am zacut asa, dar de mi s-ar fi terminat viata chiar atunci, n-as fi regretat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tresare si ma prinde de mana, ma trage dupa el, fugim aiurea. Nu stiu ce vrea, ce-a patit. Baiatul fuge pe langa noi, imi incolteste poala rochiei si o rupe. Nu ne oprim decat atunci cand ajungem pe iarba din spatele casei mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Du-te acasa, e prea tarziu !&lt;br /&gt;- Nu vreau, nu e nevoie, nu ma fugari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi prinde gatul cu mainile sale atat de mari si prea aspre de atata munca. Ma trage usor spre el. Da sa ma sarute, insa lumina din camera mamei se aprinde. El imi pune piedica si tot el ma prinde pana sa ating pamantul. Imi atinge buzele cu degetul ca semn sa tac. Lumina se stinge, insa el nu ma slabeste din stransoare. Imi striveste pieptul si-mi rupe mijlocul. Trage rochia de pe mine si raman atat de usor goala in lumina lunii si-n fata ochilor lui umezi. Isi aseaza capul pe pantecul meu si sopteste: "Primeste-ma". Ma ridic cat sa-i desfac camasa, descoperind pielea atat de bronzata. Tremur. Se dezgoleste tot pentru mine si se apropie de trupul meu pentru a ma incalzi. Parca plange cand imi saruta pielea gatului si parca geme cand mainile lui aluneca in josul pantecului meu. E totul atat de natural, gustul pielii lui ma aprinde, carnea sa prea tare sta s-o framant eu, trupul meu prea moale se lasa modelat de palmele sale muncite. Tarana si iarba ne-au fost asternut, aerul si intunericul noptii acoperis, trupurile noastre hrana si gemetele reintalnirii fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am lasat sa ne vada zorii. Un sarut apasat si-un "pa" rece m-au facut sa grabesc pasii spre casa. M-am bagat in asternuturile curate si parfumate ce mi le-a pregatit mama, am inchis ochii si-am adormit rapusa de atata bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit tarziu, tata a facut cafeaua si a venit cu Elena sa mi-o aduca. Erau toti atat de veseli, pana dupa amiaza am stat in bucatarie gatind si jucandu-ma cu finuta. Mi-a adus papucii cerandu-mi s-o plimb. Am iesit in drum. Alti copii galagiosi si dragalasi au facut cerc neregulat imprejurul meu. Aproape ca m-au luat pe sus spre vale prin fata casei lui. Mi-a fost frica sa privesc. Aud in curtea lui glasuri de fete ce ma striga. Nepoatele lui se alatura grupului si pornim in cea mai mare zarva spre iaz. Nu stam mult, sau nu m-am saturat eu ca iar sunt acasa cu tata stand la povesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lasa seara. Ma suna si-mi spune ca vine la mine. Ii raspund ca parintii mei se vor bucura ca si mine. Stam fiecare cu un pahar de bere in fata si vorbim de pamant, recolta, vreme, munca si iar munca. Parca nu e asa tarziu cand spune "noapte buna". Mama ma-nghesuie sa-l conduc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cand toata lumea doarme eu te voi astepta sub nuci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i spun nimic, ne strangem mainile si ne urmarim cu privirea. Dupa ce raspund la sutele de intrebari soptite ale mamei ce zambea tot mai putin, ma retrag in camera mea. E atat de liniste si nu am stare. Mama bate la usa si intra parca pe furis. Are fata atat de trista. Se aseaza pe marginea patului, imi mangaie parul si-mi zice ca ii pare rau ca nu m-a ascultat si sustinut cand plangeam ca ma ratacesc pe drum strain. Nu e vina ei si o alint. Zambeste si pleaca la somn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fereastra e deschisa si greierii se aud atat de tare. Lumina lunii strabate perdeaua atingandu-mi fata. Imi asez coatele pe pervaz, fumez alene o tigara si... sar vijelios pe fereastra, abia trag papucii dupa mine si iau dealul in piept. Vad nucii si grabesc pasii gafaind. Parca nu mai ajung. Ma asteapta somnoros intins pe-o patura. Ma descalt si pasesc langa el. Imi prinde glezna si ma strange puternic. "Ai intarziat". Ma izbeste jos si ma joaca cum vrea el, ma zbat sa scap desi nu vreau, il musc de brat puternic si ma arunca de pe patura. ma intorc nervoasa si-l izbesc violent pe spate si-mi iau, si-mi da, si-mi iau , si-mi da. Se zbate puternic in spasme necontrolate, imi strange coapsele pana la durere si cade respirand cu greu. Plec fara sa ma uit in urma. Pasesc repede sa ajung acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu m-ai vrut Anca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-au impanzit gandurile in patul meu, adorm greu, dar adorm. Cocosul imi canta nemilos sub geam. Astazi norii au acoperit cerul, oare ce va fi diseara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sar geamul, astazi n-a plouat desi norii negri ai furtunii au amenintat toata ziua. Ajung pe lucerna cosita. Imi intinzi aceiasi patura. Nu vrei sa-mi vorbesti. Iti ador respiratia in noapte. Ma iubesti cu rabdare, loc cu loc gusti tot din mine. "De ce te-ai maritat Anca? De ce nu m-ai ascultat?" Si iar incepe focul si iar tace si iar se zbate si iarasi plec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-au sunat vechii mei prieteni. Plec in sat. Jucam carti pe terasa barului, bem bere si explicam tuturor batranilor ce trec pe acolo 'a cui e fata asta". Mos Ion se aseaza langa mine. E nascut in `50 si povesteste ca mergea cu tatal meu la fete. Ii zambesc amuzata. baietii il fugaresc nepoliticos. Se lasa seara si se cearta intre ei care sa ma conduca acasa. Rad de ei si cu ei. Am obosit de-atata joc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Salut baieti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor al meu sare ca ars de langa mine, dandu-si una peste frunte nervos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E clar, eu plec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si restul spun ca e tarziu. Unul pleaca, urmat de altul. El sta stana de piatra in spatele meu. Imi pare ca e atat de mare, ca s-a intunecat cerul. Ma intreaba daca mai stau, in timp ce-mi aseaza o haina pe spate. Ma ridic, e deja intuneric. Doar pasii ni se aud pe drumul de piatra. Ma lasa la poarta mea si-si continua drumul. Toti dorm. Sar geamul. Il caut. Nu e sub nuci, nu e nicaieri, nu a venit. Cu siguranta s-a suparat. Imi frang mainile. Asta seara e atat de rece ca m-as intoarce acasa. Imi pare rau ca l-am suparat. Am obosit de cautat si ma asez pe o brazda cosita de mama. Aproape c-as vrea sa plang, insa nu cred ca m-ar ajuta. Il aud pe Baiatul ca urla in curtea lui. Ma ridic si prin porumb, pas cu pas, ajung in gradina lui. Baiatul scoate sunete de rugaminte parca in timp ce ceilalti doi dulai se zbat in lant. Mi-e frica sa ma apropii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zi ce vrei !&lt;br /&gt;- Pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci hai acasa la mama mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trage dupa el. Rugii imi cosesc picioarele si vreau sa fug. Ma zbat, stransoarea e prea puternica. Linisteste cainii fara sa-mi dea drumul mainii. Ma vad in prag. Usa scartaie, e intuneric. Intru aproape tremurand, dar am incredere in el. Ma aseaza in patul lui, ma dezbraca, ma saruta, se dezgoleste si se-ntinde langa mine. Mi-e atat de bine. ma iubeste cu blandete si ma alinta cum poate n-a facut-o niciodata. "Acum dormi." Inchid ochii si ma las prada somnului in bratele lui. Nu e dimineata cand prin somn simt ca ma cauta, ma mangaie si iarasi facem dragoste. Zorii ma trimit acasa, adorm repede, simt ca nu mai am puteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sambata cred. Ies iar in sat, dar il anunt de data asta. Apare-n poarta si-mi zice ca mergem impreuna. Mai am treaba si ramane cu promisiunea ca vin mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu promiti ?&lt;br /&gt;- Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns cat de repede am putut. Am impartit cartile, am jucat intr-o echipa cu el si am iesit invingatori. Am plecat acasa sprijining gardurile oamenilor iar si iar. Am fugit pe camp sa-l iubesc iara si i-am promis din nou ca a doua zi voi fi cu el toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata la 6 m-a trezit. A inhamat caii, a luat-o pe mama lui si pe mine si am pornit peste campuri. Dupa ore de mers m-a prezentat unor rude ca si cum as fi a lui. Mama sa auzea trista si tacea trista. Spre seara ne-am pornit spre casa. mama lui n-a mai vorbit. El abia daca mai vroia sa zambeasca, dar imi vorbea prin semnele vechi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am oprit in sat cu prietenii, el a plecat acasa. Le-am ghicit in carti la toti, am baut bere si am ras copios la amintirea timpului trecut. Mai tarziu a venit si el. Imi spunea "sora Omida" si m-a rugat sa-i ghicesc si lui, nu doar in carti ci si in palma. N-am putut sa-i zic totul cu glas tare sa auda si ceilalti, astfel iar a ramas cu promisiunea ca-i voi povesti pe drum. Am dat cu banul pentru a alege dintre drumul prin sat sau cel ocolitor prin spatele gradinilor. A cazut prin sat, asa ca am plecat prin spatele gradinilor. Ne-am oprit si am mancat harbuz, ne-am fugarit ca doi copii, am ajuns la iaz si ne-am racorit picioarele, apoi ne-am odihnit unul in altul pe iarba moale luminata de luna clara. Am plecat promitand iara ca seara urmatoare voi fi sub nuci cu el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit dimineata amintindu-mi tot ce-am petrecut zilele acestea, m-am ridicat, am facut patul, mi-am strans hainele in valiza, am anuntat-o pe mama si l-am sarutat pe tata si-am iesit pe poarta. Soarele ardea puternic. In rochia mea alba "tata" Maria mi-a spus ca sunt buna de maritat. Urc cu greu drumul spre statie. Ma opresc la ceilalti bunici sa-mi iau ramas bun. Mai in deal Leonas ma invita sa-l ajut la vopsit gardul. Aerul e fierbinte si uscat, drumul pare prea lung, ma inadus. De ce nu mai ajung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calare, in galop ma urmareste, se apropie, tipa, rage dupa mine : "Te rog nu pleca, te implor nu ma lasa iarasi singur !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urc in masina. Il cunosc bine pe sofer si el pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Sunteti de mult impreuna, dar cred ca ultimul an a fost si mai bine, nu?&lt;br /&gt;- Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci de ce esti trista?&lt;br /&gt;- Sunt doar obosita.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o ora si jumatate soferul ma trezeste din visare.&lt;br /&gt;- Uite cum te asteapta, cred ca i-a fost tare dor de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2549618676927451771?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2549618676927451771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2549618676927451771' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2549618676927451771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2549618676927451771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/08/amintirile-unei-copile-reload.html' title='Amintirile unei copile - a nu stiu cata parte din mine'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-3716823863006706448</id><published>2009-08-10T23:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:50:32.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradis - "Mireasa mea"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SoCFsG7VyOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ldqWivOjzaQ/s1600-h/night-grass_james-jordan[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437748645873890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SoCFsG7VyOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ldqWivOjzaQ/s400/night-grass_james-jordan%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437756892852242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SoCFslpksBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tUerxZ4qu7s/s400/mMwyKdQjnETQPi6q5a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437751681884898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SoCFsSPLouI/AAAAAAAAAkI/79PelugS95Y/s400/night_elf_babe%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Te rog nu pleca, te implor nu ma lasa iarasi singur ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-3716823863006706448?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3716823863006706448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=3716823863006706448' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3716823863006706448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/3716823863006706448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/08/paradis.html' title='Paradis - &quot;Mireasa mea&quot;'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SoCFsG7VyOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ldqWivOjzaQ/s72-c/night-grass_james-jordan%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-406368554958076858</id><published>2009-08-03T16:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:41:52.262+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar asa... in varf de munte cu gandul departe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi-a intrat in casa. Nici nu mi-a zambit, nici nu m-a intrebat de bine. Si-a vazut de treaba si nu s-a incumetat sa ma priveasca. Era frumusel, cu un trup bine legat, parul tuns si aranjat cu atentie, cu ochii mici si negri, cu pielea maslinie, aproape ca mi-a atras atentia. L-am tot incurajat sa-mi vorbeasca si rusinos, in fraze scurte, mi-a raspuns. A mai venit la mine si l-am intrebat de una, de alta, pana cand, aflandu-ne singuri, mi-a prins umerii lipindu-ma de perete. Primul sarut, scarbos, balos, simteam ca-mi vars matele afara. Mainile lui erau prea mari si prea paroase, pielea prea neagra si avea un miros urat de uleiuri si transpiratie. Nu l-am respins in mod direct, dar m-am ferit sa nu se mai intample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mai venit, si-a prins curaj si parca din plictiseala si un pic fortata, m-am vazut aproape zilnic gustand din el. Balos, urat mirositor, pleca si ramaneam cu gust amar, pana intr-o zi cand, parca era mai dulce. Eram suparata din cine mai stie ce motiv si singura prin casa. Imi vedeam de ale mele cand iar a aparut. A adus bere, multa. Am baut sa-l pot vedea si alcoolul m-a facut sa-l vad altfel. M-am lasat inghesuita si atinsa si mi-a placut. Era dupa amiaza cand berea s-a terminat, ca si efectul ei. Era si el acolo langa mine. Ma plictisea, era cald si cum nu aveam nimic de facut, l-am tras in dormitor dupa mine. Mare-mi fu dezamagirea. De fapt acum realizez ca nici nu trebuia sa ma astept la ceva stiind cat am vazut la el pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-am zazut de treaba, ci mi-am pus in gand sa-l fac bun. A tot venit, era ascultator, supus, nu-mi iesea din cuvant si orice i-as fi spus invata repede. Am continuat zile in sir, el ma trata de plictiseala, eu il cizelam. L-am mutat la mine oarecum. Gateam impreuna, ne spalam imtreuna, iar seara ne bagam in acelasi pat. Il invatasem sa faca dragoste. Masaje lungi si relaxante cu uleiuri frumos mirositoare, lumanari multe, materiale fine, vorbe dulci, jocuri, rasete, ajunse-se baiatul meu mai dulce decat as fi crezut. Am locuit impreuna ceva vreme, in care activitatea principala era sexul, de orice fel, de fapt nimic altceva nu ne lega. Nu era seara sa nu incepem si nu era dimineata in care sa nu cadem rupti de oboseala. Nu dormeam mult si iarasi ma trezea sa simt aerul rasaritului si sa ma iubeasca iar, asa cu ochii inchisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a intamplat ca a trebuit sa plec vreo trei saptamani, in care mi-am vazut de ale mele. La intoarcere era un adevarat animal. Se salbaticise, se transforma intr-o mica bestie. Era agresiv, sexul devenise violent, era gelos si bea prea mult. Nu-l mai chemam atat de des la mine, insa stiind cat timp am petrecut invatandu-l, si cat de bine am ajuns amandoi sa ne iubim, imi era greu sa renunt. Dupa un an eram deja prea buni. Am incercat cam tot, iar acum ne interesam de noutati ce pareau inexistente. Amanti perfecti, doar ca eu am ramas mai rece si dura oarecum. ma deranja enorm gelozia lui si simtindu-ma oarecum ingradita, am tot incercat sa-l tratez. Eu nu-l iubeam, era doar un produs al eforturilor mele. Era un bun invatacel ce-si platea acum datoriile tinandu-mi patul cald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am plictisit si mi-am gasit pe altcineva, era tot mai suparat, dar cum nu doream sa-l eliberez el suporta, cu greu. A facut eforturi supraomenesti sa-si pastreze calmul si sa ramana in patul meu ca mai inainte. Zburdam cat doream si odata ajunsa acasa imi rupea trupul disperat. Ajunse-se aproape perfect. Imi permitea totul fara sa icneasca, ma conducea chiar la intalnirile mele si ma suna sa stie ca sunt bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-una din zile a venit in casa mea mai biat decat de obicei, cu ochii tulburi si nebuni, cu umerii aceia lati prea incordati, era stramb de furie. Ce-a urmat nu pot povesti caci totul intra cu mine in mormant, dar pentru a intelege cat de cat, pot spune ca s-a razvratit. Cred ca aia i-a fost limita. Cainele a muscat mana stapanului. Nu l-am iertat niciodata. L-am mai primit langa mine, doar cand doream eu, apoi il alungam repede. Ma deranja cu insistentele lui, devenise rau si-l numeam bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mi-am dus viata mai departe, urmandu-mi planurile bine stabilite cu mult inainte ca el sa apara. La doi ani de cand e al meu abia daca mai conteaza ca exista. Si totusi e al meu, aruncat neglijent intr-un colt prafuit, ma mai uit cateodata la el sa vad daca mai traieste. M-as lipsi usor de povara acestei legaturi, dar in felul meu inca-mi pasa si egoista fiind n-as vrea sa se piarda munca grea ce-am depus-o sa-l fac asa cum imi place. Nu stiu ce va fi, dar aseara L-am visat desi nu l-am vazut de foarte multa vreme, o luna sau chiar mai mult. Eu sunt departe in munti, pe malul Bistritei aurii. Imi prajesc spatele la soare si ma gandesc la el. E aiurea tare. Daca nu l-as fi visat atat de clar, acum as fi ras langa ceilalti. Insa in visul meu el avea nevoie de mine, era gol si prins intr-o camera intunecata. ma striga cu glas puternic si nu putea sa ajunga la mine decat cu privirea-i prea trista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa ajung peste vreo saptamana acasa, nu stiu ce va fi si nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc. Acum plec sa ma baiesc in apele reci ale acestui rau de munte. Sper ca el e bine, eu sunt oricum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-406368554958076858?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/406368554958076858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=406368554958076858' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/406368554958076858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/406368554958076858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/08/doar-asa-in-varf-de-munte-cu-gandul.html' title='Doar asa... in varf de munte cu gandul departe...'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-4726507912685187781</id><published>2009-07-13T21:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:04:30.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am luat leapsa :D</title><content type='html'>1.Luaţi cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschideţi la pagina 18 şi scrieţi aici al patrulea rând: "Sur le plan artistique, on constate de deux esthetiques, baroc et classique... "&lt;br /&gt;2.Fără să verificaţi cât e ora? 21:15&lt;br /&gt;3.Verificaţi!21:43&lt;br /&gt;4.Cum sunteţi îmbrăcat(a)? Trening.&lt;br /&gt;5.Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitaţi? La cer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ce zgomot auziţi în afara celui al calculatorului? Liniste totala.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce aţi visat ieri noapte? faceam dragoste cu sotul meu.&lt;br /&gt;8. Când aţi râs ultima data? acum 2-3ore langa finuta mea.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ce aveţi pe pereţii încăperii unde sunteţi? un tablou ce reprezinta raiul meu.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dacă aţi deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aţi cumpăra? O casa.&lt;br /&gt;11. Care este ultimul film pe care l-aţi văzut? Ai no Kusabi &lt;br /&gt;12. Aţi văzut ceva neobişnuit azi? nu era apa la robinet de dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;13. Ce părere aveţi despre acest chestionar? amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;14. Spuneţi-ne ceva ce nu ştim încă: sunt o devoratoare de clipe.&lt;br /&gt;15. Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba de o fetiţă? Alexandra Denisa&lt;br /&gt;16. Şi dacă ar fi vorba de un băiat? Alexandru Denis&lt;br /&gt;17. V-ati gândit deja să locuiţi în străinătate? Mi-a trecut prin cap, dar n-as face-o.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ce aţi dori ca Dumnezeu să vă spună când intraţi pe porţile Raiului? ca ma pot bucura si de o a doua viata.&lt;br /&gt;19. Dacă aţi putea schimba ceva în lume (în afară de politică), ce aţi schimba? egoismul oamenilor (chiar si al meu)&lt;br /&gt;20. Vă place să dansaţi? la maxim!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. George Bush? fereasca !&lt;br /&gt;22. Care a fost ultima chestie pe care aţi văzut-o la televizor? Desene animate.&lt;br /&gt;23. Care sunt cele 3 persoane care ar trebui sa preia acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;Magic Storm&lt;br /&gt;Deed&lt;br /&gt;Scumpelulno1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-4726507912685187781?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4726507912685187781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=4726507912685187781' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4726507912685187781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/4726507912685187781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-luat-leapsa-d.html' title='Am luat leapsa :D'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7798444213097528723</id><published>2009-07-13T20:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:36:57.922+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalul din viata mea</title><content type='html'>Se face seara, eu trebaluiesc zapacita prin bucatarie. Timpul trece atat de repede, iar eu nu mai reusesc sa termin mancarea. Ma suni din nou si ma intrebi ce vin sa iei si-ti zic ca eu vreau bere la cutie. Nu-mi vine sa cred ca vrei sa bei ceva. Asta inseamna ca-ti vei petrece seara cu mine. mai sunt zece minunte, tu ajungi si mancarea nu e gata, fac crize de la oala la oala, arunc farfuriile pe masa, aranjez anapoda tacamurile si servetelele, trantesc scaunele la locul lor, ma spal iarasi pe maini si simt miros de fum. Sar salbatic, rastorn mancarea in farfurii, deschid gheamurile larg si te aud cautand cheile. Imi arunc parul intr-o coada stramba, dau jos sortul si-n ultimul moment ma arunc in bratele tale. Bine ai venit dragul meu. Ma asez in fata farfuriei si te astept cuminte sa vii si tu. Te duci sa te speli pe maini, iar eu urmaresc aburii imprastiindu-se. Te intorci zambind, ma saruti apasat si-mi zici pofta buna. Eu mananc tacuta in timp ce tu-mi povestesti atat de multe. Si-mi explici si ma intrebi daca am inteles, iar eu aprob muta. Iti zic ca mi-e sete si te ridici sa-mi aduci berea lasata-n graba langa usa. Refuzi sa bei, asta e o veste trista. Spal vasele in timp ce tu ma ajuti sa strang masa. Rupi un prosop de hartie si-mi stergi mainile. Te privesc in ochi si-ti feresti privirea. Ne asezam din nou la masa si ne aprindem cate o tigara. In timp ce inspiram cu nesat ma intrebi ce-am facut astazi. N-am nimic sa-ti zic, doar am stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti suna telefonul. O voce de femeie ce te intreaba daca iti aduci aminte de ea. Tu zici ca da si o intrebi ce mai face. Te cheama undeva si-i zici "5 minute". Stingi tigara neterminata inca si-mi zici "Dracule, eu plec". Te incalti. Te privesc. Iti iei haina, portofelul si cheile le asezi atent in buzunarele interioare si-mi ceri o umbrela. Ma saruti repezit pe buze si pleci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma reintorc la masa sa-mi termin tigara. E inca devreme, afara ploua si-mi vuieste capul. Desfac berea si-o torn intr-o canita de cafea. Mai aprind o tigara si inca una. Suna telefonul, esti tu si ma intrebi ce fac. Iti zic ca bine, iti urez bafta si inchid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suna la usa. Deschid si intra baietii mei purtand cu cinste sase sticle de bere. Ei zic ca o sa ne distram de minune. N-as pune pariu. Impart cani mari fiecaruia si berea incepe sa curga. Ma trezesc inganand versuri dure de rock cand baietii spun ca s-a terminat berea. Afara se rup norii, dar vreau sa ies. Il iau pe unul dintre ei de brat si zic ca e randul meu sa fac cinste. Iesim. Ploua rece. Calcam alene prin baltile pana la glezna. Vreau sa sar prin balti, vreau sa vad apa imprastiindu-se si asta fac. El face la fel. Ne tinem de mana si sarim prin balti necontrolat. Incepe sa-mi recite versurile unei melodii. Nu-l inteleg prea bine. Radem teribil si facem galagie mare. La magazin vanzatoarea face ochii mari cand ne vede atat de uzi. Ne serveste zambind si facem drumul spre casa la fel de vesel si zgomotos. Acasa ne schimbam hainele, ne sterg parul reciproc si ne intoarcem fiecare la cana lui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasare soarele in ritm de Ludo, dansez pe balcon neobosita si-i privesc pe baieti cum li se inchid ochii. S-au hotarat sa plece. Ii conduc si raman iarasi singura. Stau pe balcon in aerul diminetii sarutand o tigara. Am baut toata noaptea, am ras de ma durea burta, am cantat si am dansat, insa tot nu sunt fericita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aud cheile in usa. Nu te mai intampin. Te aud spunand mirat "ce-a fost Dracule aici?". Zambesc si mergem in bucatarie. Bei o cana de bere, fumezi nervos tigara dupa tigara si insisti sa-ti povestesc ce-am facut toata noaptea. Iti zic o parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te chem in dormitor sa ma ajuti sa ma schimb. Te schimbi si tu de haine si te asezi langa mine in pat. "Da-mi Dracule un pup". Am sarit ca arsa si te-am incalecat. Te sarutam si te cautam frenetic pe sub haine. Dai sa ma opresti si-ti blochez mainile sus deasupra capului. Din momentul acela am inchis ochii si nu ti-am mai dat drumul mainilor. Te pliezi, te rasucesti si gemi. Nu te pot vedea, insa stiu ca-ti place. Ma rogi sa-ti eliberez mainile. Le dau drumul si ca razbunare te infingi violent in mine. Imi infing si eu puternic dintii in gatul tau si te las sa ma pedepsesti. Scartie si se misca patul sub noi, inima-mi sparge pieptul si mainile tale imi rup mijlocul. Suvite fine de transpiratie incep sa alunece pe trupul meu. Ma intrebi daca mai pot si razi diabolic. Iti zic in soapta ca nu mai am aer si ma apuci mai puternic. Ma doare carnea in bratele tale si inebunesc de placere. Din iuresul jocului cadem in acelasi timp Intr-o liniste crancena. Mi-e trupul greu si amortit peste pieptul tau. Iti tremura muschii si ti se zbat tamplele. Ma intind langa tine. Se raceste transpiratia si stau nemiscata respirand cu greu. Te intorci spre mine, ma iei in brate, iti duci din nou mana spre sanul meu stang si... adorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7798444213097528723?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7798444213097528723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7798444213097528723' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7798444213097528723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7798444213097528723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOsiIeAGMxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaya Ohgi este un student ce nu-si doreste decat sa-si protejeze prietenii si sa traiasca o viata normala.Nobutsuna Naoe afirma ca Takaya este reincarnarea Lordului Kagetora,trezindu-i abilitatile de a exorciza spiritele rele.Treptat Takaya isi aminteste de Naoe si sacrificile acestuia.Intre timp fortele intunecate ale clanurilor Hojo si Fuma incep sa atace lumea vie.Vor reusi sa opreasca acest razboi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-189971496462931804?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Esti incredibil dragul meu sot. Te iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-1861488627117066363?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1861488627117066363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=1861488627117066363' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1861488627117066363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/1861488627117066363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-ziua-noastra.html' title='De ziua noastra'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5120988702865227461</id><published>2009-07-04T14:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:42:28.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted - Falling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsIbVYM3ppI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsIbVYM3ppI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-5120988702865227461?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5120988702865227461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=5120988702865227461' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5120988702865227461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/5120988702865227461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/07/busted-falling-for-you.html' title='Busted - Falling for you'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2690642983809192694</id><published>2009-07-02T23:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:16:52.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impacarea</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGjC1jFTkW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGjC1jFTkW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2690642983809192694?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2690642983809192694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2690642983809192694' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2690642983809192694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2690642983809192694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/07/impacarea.html' title='Impacarea'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7434608597373345706</id><published>2009-06-26T00:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:01:51.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un alt nivel</title><content type='html'>Astazi ti-am atins sufletul, ti-am simtit spiritul atat de aproape incat l-am atins. Exact ca la inceput am tremurat si am simtit ce eram convinsa ca se obtine pe alte cai. Desi era bezna te vedeam inconjurandu-ma. Nu ne atingeam fizic, ci ne amestecam energiile formand o noua substanta : dragostea adevarata. Te iubesc dragul meu sot si te las sa ma alinti, fiindca acum poti. E incredibil sa poti simti ce-am trait eu. Probabil fraza pare expirata, dar o repet : e imposibil sa redau prin cuvinte ce-a fost. Tu esti incredibil, relatia noastra a ajuns sa fie incredibila, socant de plina. Tu esti acel TU, iar eu sunt cea mai fericita femeie din intreg Universul. e atat de bine sa iubesti, sa dai tot ce poti si sa primesti inapoi pe masura sau chiar mai mult. Te iubesc minunatul meu sot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-7434608597373345706?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7434608597373345706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=7434608597373345706' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7434608597373345706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/7434608597373345706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-alt-nivel.html' title='Un alt nivel'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-2174412835811392951</id><published>2009-06-25T00:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:55:53.634+03:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBKduIJgX-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBKduIJgX-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music : Celtic Woman - Scarborough Fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-2174412835811392951?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2174412835811392951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=2174412835811392951' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2174412835811392951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/2174412835811392951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-7037885469082677720</id><published>2009-06-07T23:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:53:54.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>L-am vazut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/Siwo3NLnRDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QyyALl_OZdg/s1600-h/anime_boy_lil%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344691786678223922" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(punct)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zi de vara inlacrimata de norii cenusii ai serii. Singuratatea imi cam tampeste urechile, iar gandurile ma invadeaza toate. As face ceva sa alung cumintenia ce ma caracterizeaza astazi. Sa fii sotie ascultatoare si iubitoare poate fi foarte plictisitor cateodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-8570875217016746466?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8570875217016746466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=8570875217016746466' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8570875217016746466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/8570875217016746466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/06/punct.html' title='. (punct)'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-6742234570968666753</id><published>2009-06-04T16:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:37:52.764+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iason si Medeea - drumurile unei suferinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ca fiara te infrupti din mine, ma rupi, te las, inaintezi, ma strangi, ma chinui si incerc cu greu sa nu ma dau inapoi. Ma zbat, te zbati si nu-nteleg cum reusim sa stam asa, mi-e ingrozitor de bine si parca tot mai mult as vrea. Ca de-obicei nu-ti spun nimic, caci stii tu bine ce sa-mi faci, nici o bariera, nici un "nu", ma faci din nou sa fiu a ta. Barbar din timpuri vechi venit, iti pasa si parca nici nu ti-ar pasa ca-n rosu val de sange te scalzi iara. Mirosul sangelui te-nebuneste, mai aprig musti si smulgi din mine, mi-e teama, m-as retrage, dar mi-e tot mai bine. Insangerata si-obosita imi trec in catastif pe unde m-ai umplut si cat mai pot, dar nu pot trage concluzia ca iara ma vad rasticnita mai ciudat. Si n-am puterea de-a refuza, ma las invadata pe oriunde ti-ai dori caci fierbinteala ma topeste si valuri curg pe pielea mea. Esti si tu ud si-aluneci scandalos cucerind bucata cu bucata tot ce gasesti. Nu ierti nimic, tu nu stii mila, tu nu mai stii sa zici si stop, ma-nvalui si ma-nfingi intr-una si nu ma dau inapoi. Imi crapa venele in mine, suvoaie se preling pe noi si-n marea noastra lupta eu slabesc si tu ma ai. Intr-un final, invingator tu te-odihnesti pe coapsa mea si acum pandesc momentul si ma razvratesc. Al meu te fac a mia oara si parca tot prima ar fi, eu nu mai vreau sa ma apar de tine ci ca Medeea sa te insotesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914793346523604187-6742234570968666753?l=ankasdemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6742234570968666753/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914793346523604187&amp;postID=6742234570968666753' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6742234570968666753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914793346523604187/posts/default/6742234570968666753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankasdemons.blogspot.com/2009/06/iason-si-medeea-drumurile-unei.html' title='Iason si Medeea - drumurile unei suferinte'/><author><name>Anka`s Demons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532300524428376962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/STAptUf3WUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/17OyockA8hg/S220/images3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914793346523604187.post-5413693508755919395</id><published>2009-06-02T19:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:24:43.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTA   PORNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrPqZa_B7Tc/SiVSExMFtVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/27WCJPFpsH8/s1600-h/sexy-statui_perverse_11%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342766774821958994" style="DISPLAY: block; 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