tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24645272040411548892024-03-14T01:49:00.201-07:00dincolo de soareAnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-56508904917525435182012-02-16T05:43:00.001-08:002012-02-16T05:48:18.950-08:00Emilia cumpara o bucata de om<div style="text-align: center;">
Este ora cincisprezece si douazeci si patru de minute si sunt deja la al treilea raft. Inca mai caut o <br />
carte, una mai pe placul Emiliei. Emilia este o fata isteata, mereu senina si fermecatoare, si desi o <br />
cunosc de multa vreme, de cand si-a facut un obicei sa treaca aproape saptamanal pe aici, este inca un <br />
mister pentru mine si pentru rafturile mele burdusite cu povesti magice, franturi si schite de oameni si <br />
titluri asezate pompos pe cate un chip de carte. Emilia nu a iubit niciodata si mi-a marturisit intr-o primavara trecuta ca are inca speranta de a gasi ceea ce cauta in timpul uneia dintre vizitele pe care mi <br />
le face. O astept azi, la ora cincispreze si jumatate, trebuie sa isi faca aparitia. I-am promis ceea ce <br />
cauta. Si iat-o ca intra pe usa, o vad dintre etajere, ninsa peste par si umeri, imbujorata si emotionata. <br />
Iau cu mine darul meu pentru ea si i-l intind peste tejghea. Emilia are aceeasi privire nesigura si totusi, <br />
nerabdatoare de firea ei, se intinde si cuprinde darul in maini. Ii spun ca de data aceasta se va indragosti <br />
pe necitite! Da, darul meu pentru ea este o carte, mica, mare, rosie sau neagra, nu are importanta, este o <br />
bucata de om, un suflet etern si sunt sigur ca asteapta sa fie iubit de frumoasa Emilia. </div>
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Este ora cincisprezece si treizeci si sase de minute; o voi astepta si peste o saptamana. Poate Emilia nu <br />
va mai reveni aici, poate nu saptamana urmatoare, poate niciodata. Dar daca este asa, voi stii ca Emilia <br />
s-a indragostit in sfarsit, iar eu voi fi un librar fericit.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-19765500834457431682012-02-14T13:12:00.000-08:002012-02-14T13:21:15.884-08:00A.H.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A fost o vreme cand credeam ca sunt curajoasa. A fost o vreme, nu de mult, cand credeam ca am asta in sange, dorinta de a trece chiar si peste cel mai inalt prag. Dar chiar daca am spus ca acea vreme nu a fost demult, am senzatia ca a trecut o eternitate de cand nu mai lupt, de cand am ramas cu un gol in mine si nimic mai mult, nimic de luptat pentru, nimeni de luptat pentru si nimeni care sa lupte pentru mine. Parca a fost acum mult timp cand gaseam fericirea in fiecare cuvant de cantec sau zi de vara. Dar oare chiar a trecut o eternitate de cand simteam acea vapaie in mine sau am lasat eu sa se stinga incet in mine? Azi este treisprezece februarie. Am renuntat sa numar zilele de cand focul s-a stins si renunt la tot ce inseamna mai inainte de acest moment. Iti mai spun doar atat: iau un singur lucru cu mine de acum inainte, curajul pe care l-am redescoperit chiar azi. Totul s-a petrecut intr-o sclipire de ninsoare, invadandu-mi fiecare coltisor de trup, din varful degetelor si pana la inima, m-a aprins din nou; eram ca un soare de vara in cea mai rece zi a anului. Stii ce inseamna asta? Inseamna ca de azi am pentru ce si cine sa lupt. Si poate ca nu stiu exact care sunt acele lucruri sau acele persoane pentru care trebuie sa lupt, dar ele exista, sunt acolo undeva. Inseamna ca de azi am curajul sa iubesc din nou!</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-62684460987709369502012-01-03T15:02:00.000-08:002012-01-03T15:02:27.047-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Iubirea noastra este indeajuns de puternica sa treaca peste orice.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-60174052640592951112011-12-24T13:39:00.001-08:002011-12-24T13:39:32.156-08:00nu exista pentru totdeaunaAnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-79000904152400082202011-12-23T15:20:00.001-08:002011-12-23T15:20:28.064-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Pentru totdeauna.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-43011664620816943142011-12-19T00:28:00.001-08:002011-12-19T00:28:50.742-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Ș</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">i eu te iubesc! Azi m-am gâ</span></span>ndit
numai la privirea ta <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">ș</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">i la zâ</span></span>mbetul pe
care îl aveai atunci când stăteai în
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Sa nu fii bun niciodata!</div>
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Fii rau si egoist.</div>
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Asa ai totul.</div>
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Si parca totusi nu ai nimic.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-60812524972506722042011-12-01T08:26:00.001-08:002011-12-01T08:27:00.420-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Nu ma mai intorc din drum.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-29641674419521954502011-10-26T13:27:00.000-07:002011-10-26T13:27:32.242-07:00In cele din urma<div style="text-align: center;">
A fost toata viata o nelinistita. Fiica a nihilismului, dezgolita de toate franturile de suflet si de toti, a uitat cum sa doreasca mai mult. Asa ca si-a facut cer din trupul si sufletul altora si si-a asezat visele pe pielea lor. Fiecare dintre oamenii din viata ei purta o parte din constelatia ei de vise. Pamantul pe care calca mereu era trupul ei si intotdeauna nu lasa in urma decat o umbra de regrete. Si in timp ce umbra de regrete se marea, constelatia de vise ardea tot mai tare pe cerul trupurilor si al sufletelor. Visele ei au ars puternic, sufletele au plecat, trupurile s-au dezintegrat, si apoi nimic, nu a mai ramas nimic. Odata cu ei, toata constelatia s-a risipit. A fost toata viata o nelinistita. Dar a invatat un lucru: intotdeauna ramane o ultima stea, o ultima sansa, o ultima zvacnire, un ultim vis. Pe cerul constelatiei de vise mai ramasese inca inima lui, vie, calda, arzatoare. Iar cand toate celelalte vise s-au stins, cel din urma a luminat cat toate la un loc. A fost toata viata o nelinistita, indragostita nebuneste, cu infinite constelatii de vise si fara umbre de regrete in cele din urma.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-41884501750138357652011-10-20T12:22:00.001-07:002011-10-20T12:22:53.980-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
As fi vrut...</div>
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Nimic.</div>
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Nu mai este loc de vise.</div>
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Este prea tarziu in noapte.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-34750393800133341152011-10-19T09:08:00.000-07:002011-10-19T09:08:06.024-07:00Ultimele minute<div style="text-align: center;">
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A privit-o incontinuu timp de douazeci si patru de minute. Nu si-a luat privirea nici o clipa de pe chipul ei. O privea tolanita pe pat, peste perne, agonizand si murmurand cuvinte amestecate in caldura termostatului. Se concentra pe fiecare bucata din trupul ei si simtea fiecare spasm si scancet al ei. Imaginea ei nu mai era de multe minute frumoasa, era trista, dar in acea tristete, el si-a gasit suflarea si a cautat in ea o ultima urma de viata. Ii urmarea conturul trupului, umerii, gatul, si mai apoi parul rasfirat si picurat de sclipiri momentane. Era asa...trecatoare. Un obiect simplu asezat pe un fundal difuz ce se misca odata cu pamantul. Era asa...concentrata. Atatea trairi intr-un singur trup, ar fi putut fi un alt strat de atmosfera daca nu era asa...concentrata in trupul ei. </div>
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iubesc pronumele la persoana intai, plural!</div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-24365705016472169562011-09-26T09:46:00.000-07:002011-09-26T09:47:33.339-07:00Marti, la ora 8<div style="text-align: center;">
Singurul semn de punctuatie este -</div>
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esti un cantec lent si dulce<br />
ma invarti pe cuvintele tale<br />
timpul langa tine<br />
pare insuficient<br />
si frecventa cu care te iubesc<br />
se mareste in fiecare zi<br />
un cantec asa armonios<br />
este ca o unda liniara<br />
si as vrea sa fiu eu<br />
oscilatia transversala<br />
care sa opreasca timpu-n loc<br />
sa te uiti in ochii mei<br />
sa ma inviti la un sarut<br />
cu masa unitatii de lungime<br />
mai mare decat cea a firului <br />
de care atarna testul<br />
la fizica</div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-73877845497076085692011-09-23T11:39:00.001-07:002011-09-23T11:39:46.576-07:00Poate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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dar poate nu mai avem mult si ajungem la linia de orizont</div>
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Sunt lucruri peste care trebuie sa treci singur, lupte cu mintea ta.</div>
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Vreau sa fiu numai a ta.</div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-38011879279737169842011-08-30T12:24:00.000-07:002011-08-30T12:24:43.739-07:00In-ci-tant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxIgBfhm-Fe5AuRo3rFzCFHa63b761_1JSKEldqw1lrWXQ8xhj5TrR4asQEAgvI5LBrAJXsmtQbWuQz8AkrWdf_W5sJzT4GerNU5I-ds_yEHIageKPdnsyA91NX17oGswBTaoRFzjtEyM/s1600/cherrycherry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxIgBfhm-Fe5AuRo3rFzCFHa63b761_1JSKEldqw1lrWXQ8xhj5TrR4asQEAgvI5LBrAJXsmtQbWuQz8AkrWdf_W5sJzT4GerNU5I-ds_yEHIageKPdnsyA91NX17oGswBTaoRFzjtEyM/s400/cherrycherry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-83870511329182427062011-08-29T14:02:00.000-07:002011-08-29T14:02:56.469-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YVbDYhRt_VrwFH68R1BCsDaWCqrhciDbZFOj6zjWw3ARwgDFERA1oHeqD2KTVrCsJxYya8k_OtdHe0IFvPN0Pk-IMScXWz0y2Kdh-pAC5FSu0mx0nhEABVCcVnaTnjG2SYp6tD-2UPt6/s1600/someone_bring_me_here.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YVbDYhRt_VrwFH68R1BCsDaWCqrhciDbZFOj6zjWw3ARwgDFERA1oHeqD2KTVrCsJxYya8k_OtdHe0IFvPN0Pk-IMScXWz0y2Kdh-pAC5FSu0mx0nhEABVCcVnaTnjG2SYp6tD-2UPt6/s400/someone_bring_me_here.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In regula, sa nu ne grabim, vreau sa ma bucur de fiecare particica din tine. Te sarut incet si iar si iar si iar. Imi plac mainile tale pe corpul meu, ma fac sa ma simt ca iti apartin. Te musc de umar, te simt cald. Esti gata de senzatii tari?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-31065546611938982472011-08-28T14:04:00.001-07:002011-08-28T14:04:23.933-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Tu esti.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-43995592178590849602011-08-26T12:46:00.000-07:002011-08-26T12:47:23.965-07:00Cooking late at night<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/9x7WcHy-bDM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487460127897670975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464527204041154889.post-56848082181164382842011-08-25T14:48:00.000-07:002011-08-25T14:48:36.045-07:00Mereu<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si daca oamenii care se arunca legati la ochi in iubire sunt considerati nebuni, atunci eu sunt cea mai nebuna dintre ei. Totul din cauza ta. De parca din prima zi in care te-am intalnit am ales culoarea esarfei cu care voi fi legata la ochi, de parca de la primul sarut o purtam deja pe chipul meu, de parca de la primul te iubesc o innodai usor si eu stiam ca tu zambesti pentru ca ma iubesti si tu, chiar daca nu te vedeam cu ochii, ci te vedeam cu inima.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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