<?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-1350519761414504716</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:43:14.068+02:00</updated><category term='Vacanta'/><title type='text'>Keops- mister, perfectiune, frumusete, ocultism</title><subtitle type='html'>...daca nu poti fi reala ptr mine, vei ramane cea mai frumoasa iluzie a mea...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-409228506579324430</id><published>2010-02-01T17:49:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:31:19.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-am mai cumparat o   "casa"  virtuala</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aici: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lumiss22.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://lumiss22.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Sunt taaaare multumita&amp;nbsp;ca am dat&amp;nbsp;startul (&amp;nbsp;in lumea blogosferei),&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;culorii&amp;nbsp;la mare cautare-VIOLET, simt ca succesul va fi garantat....In&amp;nbsp;momentul &amp;nbsp;cand Mihaela Geoana si-a spus oful, a doua zi am avut o revelatie hihihhi, sa-mi trasform casuta in violet si iata ca ma urmeaza cu incredere si alte bloguri....de saptamana trecuta aflasem ca, dna EU va face acelasi pas...deh trendul bata-l vina...&amp;nbsp;la necaz prietenul se cunoaste, cum sa&amp;nbsp; o lasam pe M. Geoana singura? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-409228506579324430?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/409228506579324430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=409228506579324430' title='48 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/409228506579324430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/409228506579324430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2010/02/mi-am-mai-cumparat-o-noua-casa-virtuala.html' title='Mi-am mai cumparat o   &quot;casa&quot;  virtuala'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6474222574934108179</id><published>2010-01-28T15:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:58:54.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strigate disperate catre guvernarea de tip stalinist</title><content type='html'>Wow ce titlu am tras! Dar e bun... macar asa sa atinga&amp;nbsp; acolo unde nesimtirea s-a instaurat. Sa facem o analiza practica, &amp;nbsp;nu bazata pe fraze pompoase ci pe ceea ce traim fiecare in parte.&amp;nbsp; Incep, prin a&amp;nbsp; spune ca:&lt;br /&gt;... lumea este disperata&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;asa ca,daca cei ai partidului care aduc voturi si ii ajuta sa ajunga la putere nu sunt ajutati legal, ce sa mai asteptam?? ei fac cea mai mare gresala de tip stalinist, desfiinteaza locuri de munca .... somer inseamna intretinut de societate care societate nu are fonduri ptr ca nu are angajati de la care sa retina ...daca inainte 2 muncitori sustineau 1 pensionar, acum 0, 87 muncitor sustine un pensionar ceea ce face ca un muncitor sa faca norma dubla-si asta daca are ce munci&amp;nbsp;, participarea lui la pensie fiind insuficienta,&amp;nbsp; contributia&amp;nbsp;se diminuiaza precum salariul redus drastic&amp;nbsp;...norocul este cu organizatiile internationale dar nici astea nu pot interveni la infinit ...si ce mai face PD_L??? isi trimite oamenii care aduc mult la partid&amp;nbsp; de la bani pana la voturi, la puscarie ceea ce va duce la o ruptura intre militanti... cei din grupul mafiot din conducerea PD_L&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; au inceput sa lase sustinatorii la nevoie ... cam asta e caracterul politicienilor romani de aceea nu trebuie sa-i lasam neatentionati. Consider un act josnic din partea GREILOR din PD_L prin ceea ce fac azi, inchid cercul excluzand pe cei folositi, cei care au dat gros la nevoie&amp;nbsp;si acum nu mai sunt necesari, vor veni alti fraieri si vor da ptr o functie/favor, &amp;nbsp;peste 3 ani...si tot asa. Cunosc oameni care au contribuit pana si din urbea mea, cu bani multi, cu mese copioase,&amp;nbsp;aducand&amp;nbsp; voturi si acum sunt dati la gunoi de maharii PD_L. E corect? Adica ptr ei esti de unica folosinta?&amp;nbsp; PD_L a devenit azi ca un club exclusivist adica: esti bogat, esti darnic, taci si faci, te folosesti si de mama si de tata, dai tot ce ti se cere, te desprinzi usor de prieteni, tradezi... booooon esti in clubul nostru, daca nu, &amp;nbsp;ai grija ca mai si platesti, iti mai facem si un proces, o ANI in pat cu tine.... Dascalii&amp;nbsp; au primit salarii cu 17% mai mici desi legea nu permite asta, se inghesuie copiii in clase, n-au nici locuri saracii, se dau afara fara preaviz, raman dascalii care-si dau "dreptul"directorului , care mai au cu ce mitui, nu toti isi permit, unii nu au bani nici de abonament la autobuz, merg pe jos km.... angajatii din sistemul public nu au luat in mare parte salariile de 2 luni, bancile ii someaza..... Haos, saracie, prostie, mafie, toate s-au asezat in tara asta de rahat.....&lt;br /&gt;PD_L&amp;nbsp; TREZESTE-TE,&amp;nbsp; nu scapi chiar daca acum esti pe "culmile lumii"&amp;nbsp; nu infometa lumea, n-o goni din tara, &amp;nbsp;n-o da afara de la munca, nu nimici sistemul privat in stil stalinist, lasa-i sa pluteasca macar, nu-i arunca in groapa...marii datornici de stat sunt scuzati pardon iertati, cu sopul de a pune mana pe acesti colosi, vreti din cate se pare sa reinstalati oranduirea socialista...pai de ce am luptat noi impotriva PSD-ului? Daca e tradare macar sa stim si noi sustinatorii pdl-ului, sau nu trebuie sa stim!&amp;nbsp;Cat de fragil e acest popor saracul! E fragil deoarece nu este lasat sa se intareasca, asta ar insemna sa fie un pericol ptr clasa politica....&lt;br /&gt;Judec si eu, macar asta nu poate sa mi ia nimeni: judecata, ratiunea, discernamantul, compasiunea ptr oameni.....Nu va mai lasati dezbinati, nu mai cautati ajutorul la EI... politica este doar o functie pe termen si ptr imbogatire rapida, nu e o meserie&amp;nbsp;cu &amp;nbsp;traditie. Traditia va fi cand selectia in politica va fi facuta de noi si nu de EI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6474222574934108179?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6474222574934108179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6474222574934108179' title='53 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6474222574934108179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6474222574934108179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2010/01/strigate-disperate-catre-guvernarea-de.html' title='Strigate disperate catre guvernarea de tip stalinist'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3377232340576741560</id><published>2010-01-26T14:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:41.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce rost mai are....</title><content type='html'>http://www.libertatea.ro/stire/sotul-gabrielei-vranceanu-firea-rapus-de-un-atac-cerebral-273536.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plec de la&amp;nbsp; aceasta veste trista, dureroasa, ma simt parca putin vinovata, deoarece am vorbit urat la adresa acestei femei care mie personal nu mi-a facut rau niciodata, dar fiind orbita de campania electorala, am acuzat-o de greseli politice de slugareala pana la lepadare de personalitate. &amp;nbsp;Dar eu sau voi nu facem greseli? De unde atata ura, atata dusmanie, ce se intampla cu noi? Deschid presa online si nu vad decat jigniri, injurii pana la grotesc,&amp;nbsp; prostitutie...care s-a mai operat, care s-a mai marit, care s-a micsorat, care si- a mai cumparat si de unde....totul se invarte in jurul acestor stiri mediocre, stiri care nu te fac mai informat, ci partas la prostia lor. Dar toata presa fara exceptie, aplica reteta de tabloid uitand&amp;nbsp; ca ei, ziaristii, practic alimenteaza incultura consumatorului. Nu mai zic de comentariile ce vin&amp;nbsp;imediat ca reactie sub&amp;nbsp; articol -sunt de-a dreptul inspaimantatoare unele... Se uita de compasiune ptr cineva fie el si strain.&amp;nbsp;Asa e, cum se spune ca&amp;nbsp;la necaz toti suntem singuri,&amp;nbsp;toti murim saraci. Pasiunile pe teme&amp;nbsp; politice le gasesc atat de inapoiate, fara pic de valoare conceptuala, inutile si ignorate chiar de distinsii politicieni, desi mesajele noastre sunt strict ptr ei. &amp;nbsp;Pana nu&amp;nbsp;se va &amp;nbsp;invata ca viata personala e de cel mai mare pret si nu&amp;nbsp; fenomenul politic-atipic la noi,&amp;nbsp;societatea va &amp;nbsp;fi vulnerabila si va cadea in abisul saraciei&amp;nbsp; de unde nimeni nu&amp;nbsp;o va&amp;nbsp; scoate, nici macar alesii. In tarile civilizate populatia nu se implica decat atunci cand traiul&amp;nbsp;LOR &amp;nbsp;este afectat prin mari miscari sociale, vedeti ex Frantei-sunt celebrii, nu iarta nimic..... Asa trebuie sa fie si la noi ca doar romanul e recunoscut ca un popor inteligent dar ar fi cazul sa si arate ca este. Ura, dispretul, minciuna, tradarea dor cum nu ne imaginam. De aici trebuie sa plecam si asa poate mai avem o sansa....Romania&amp;nbsp; n-a mai fost asa de saraca de foarte mult timp, ce e grav, ca anul acesta va atinge pragul inuman de saracie dar politicienii&amp;nbsp; vor&amp;nbsp;avea grija sa va minta, sa va invaluie, sa va distraga atentia cu divrese subiecte pregatite deja...in curand o sa le vedeti la tv.&amp;nbsp; Eu mai cred in omul&amp;nbsp; frumos si bun, din cartea lui Dan Puric......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3377232340576741560?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3377232340576741560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3377232340576741560' title='23 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3377232340576741560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3377232340576741560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2010/01/ce-rost-mai-are.html' title='Ce rost mai are....'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-760283015217537876</id><published>2010-01-22T11:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:59:29.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristetile sunt ca un asternut de frunze moarte</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In valtoarea&amp;nbsp; vietii, uiti de cele mai multe ori ca poti fi folosit, poti fi lovit, poti gresi sau poti face bine involuntar- fara sa se remarce. Dar cine te mai crede, cine te mai intreaba de ce? Apoi, &amp;nbsp;ce rost ar mai avea!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Fiind ancorati mai mult decat trebuie in lucruri care nu ar trebui sa ne intereseze,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; uitam ca traim o viata personala, ca existenta noastra e strict a noastra, nu apartinem nimanui si de aici pleaca tristetile noastre, de aici ni se pare ca ne este mai rau ca altora, ca suntem mai napastuiti ca altii, ca suntem mai saraci sau mai bogati...&amp;nbsp; uite ca nu e asa&amp;nbsp; desi, &amp;nbsp;parca, &amp;nbsp;cineva doreste sa traim intro mare eroare. Ceva&amp;nbsp; mai puternic decat noi ne calauzeste spre rau. A fi folosit este&amp;nbsp; o arma de catre cel ce te foloseste, iar cel folosit&amp;nbsp; nu are nici macar un scut de aparare....trebuie sa taca, fara alt comentariu. Cel ce castiga nu va fi mai fericit ci, doar alimentat cu hrana necesara ptr a supravetui, hrana ce il face si mai puternic si mai rau si mai dur, iar cel vlaguit de toate nu riposteaza deoarece nu mai are energie si daca ar avea ar fi in zadar.... Nimeni nu castiga din acest joc diavolicesc- as zice ca se nasc doar regrete, tristeti, nemultumiri de sine. &amp;nbsp;Sangele sanatos supt de cel puternic il intareste doar ptr o zi, el va trebui sa caute in alta parte, trebuie sa si alimenteze forta, altfel moare. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Vi s-a intamplat sa va plimbati toamna prin parc, sunt sigura de asta.....o fac si eu cand imi mai aduc aminte....dar tristetile napadesc pana si pe cel mai imun om la sentimente pure....te fac sa spui: Doamne, calc pe frunze moarte, incet incet asa vom muri si noi, asa se va calca si pe noi, chiar daca o placa de beton ne acopera....natura moare amorteste, dar primavara renaste, ei omul nu are acest noroc divin, el moare si gata...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ce ar trebui sa nu uitam cand ne trezim dimineata: multumirea ca vedem soarele,ca suntem sanatosi,&amp;nbsp;ca avem un acoperis,&amp;nbsp; nu suntem singuri, ca nimeni nu trebuie lasat sa ti conduca viata, hmmm cam greu. Aici as adauga ca nici fenomenul politic&amp;nbsp; nu trebuie tratat&amp;nbsp; decat cu indiferenta- &amp;nbsp;ei se folosesc cu stiinta noastra de noi, ei nu va dau nimic doar va cer sacrificii ptr a creste forta lor- forta lor&amp;nbsp;inseamna bani,&amp;nbsp;numai &amp;nbsp;banii dau forta.....&amp;nbsp;ei nu vor in politica doar ca au&amp;nbsp; un mare drag de voi, de tara, ar fi stupid sa credeti asa ceva! Ei sorb cu sete sangele ca personajul rau din orice poveste, ei se trezesc dimineata calculand cat si cum vor mai castiga un ban&amp;nbsp;necinstit prin manevre&amp;nbsp;bine puse la punct, ei nu se tradeaza intre ei, nu conteaza din ce partide sunt, ei sunt uniti si va dezbina doar ca ei sa poata "lucra mai bine" cand doi&amp;nbsp;se cearta la tv sa va alimenteze aparent buna dispozitie, sau sa va enerveze alti&amp;nbsp;cinci sau sase, lucreaza ptr&amp;nbsp;ei&amp;nbsp;.... ingroasa conturile....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ce nu trebuie sa uite personajul nascut sa faca rau si&amp;nbsp;nici politicienii ca intro zi vor fi si ei &lt;strong&gt;asternutul de frunze moarte si ca poate eu sau voi intro zi vom calca pe el ...se poate si invers, nu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amintesc &amp;nbsp;ceva din filosofia salcamului: "infloresc doar atunci cand sunt sigur ca e primavara"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pana cand nu &amp;nbsp;vom fi siguri ca salcamul si vom invata cand &amp;nbsp;merita sa acordam atentia noastra&amp;nbsp; cuiva, atunci vom fi realmente impliniti,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;pana atunci &amp;nbsp;platim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-760283015217537876?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/760283015217537876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=760283015217537876' title='38 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/760283015217537876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/760283015217537876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2010/01/tristetile-sunt-ca-un-asternut-de.html' title='Tristetile sunt ca un asternut de frunze moarte'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7708880031805044537</id><published>2010-01-07T17:18:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:30:23.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uf ce zi am avut Tara, hai sa intram putin in ceainaria de la colt...De ce- ai intarziat? Mereu procedezi asa si sunt obligata sa- ti suport acest obicei, imi ajunge si mie. &lt;br /&gt;Deja ma enerva fiinta asta, imi strica seara...dar e prietena mea si o accept si cu nemerniciile ei.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - M-am intalnit cu cineva pe care tu nu-l suporti si a trebuit sa scap de el pentru a nu ma insoti, daca afla ca ma intalnesc cu tine sigur venea si el. Cu un chip trist Tara imi vorbea de&amp;nbsp;o cunostinta comuna,&amp;nbsp;Darius- un barbat ce nu si gaseste linistea desi are aproape 50 de ani, cauta...si &amp;nbsp;toate cautarile duc la mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Bine atunci, hai sa mergem la ceainarie, daca tu crezi ca putem sa ne relaxam dupa o zi asa de banala, merg pe alegerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ajungem plictisite si intro doara deschid usa, primul contact este cu acei clopotei feng-shui agatati special ptr ca, clinchetul lor sa atraga atentia ca cineva le calca pragul. Ne intampina o aroma placuta de vanilie, un interior cald, intim, oameni la masutele mici vorbind in soapta si savurand ceaiuri alese...cateva lumini rosiatice bat spre colturile intunecoase special directionate ptr a nu lasa demonii sa si vada linistiti de treaba- in cultul feng-shui una din reguli este sa nu lasi nimic intro incapere fara lumina fie si artificiala. Cateva priviri se indreptara spre noi, nu le-am definit fetele bine, luminile fiind cum spuneam directionate&amp;nbsp; cu un scop, dar si&amp;nbsp;sa&amp;nbsp;creeze intimitate. Gasim o masuta retrasa, o alegem din priviri, ne facem confortabile....eu&amp;nbsp; ma asez cu spatele la intrare, Tara avea in obiectiv toata ceainaria....Nu doream sa vad nimic, preferam sa&amp;nbsp; privesc decorul de pe perete in stil chinezesc, fara sa reusesc sa i ghicesc taina. Eram abatuta si trista, Tara incercand &amp;nbsp;sa-mi afle gandurile &amp;nbsp;am rugat-o sa ma crute in seara asta de detalii, sau sa incerce sa vorbeasca mai putin despre mine si mai mult despre ea. N-am avut succes deoarece femeia e tot femeie....Ni se aduce comanda, aromele ceaiului sunt imbatatoare, simteam cum ma patrund, ma incalzesc...invaluita de aceasta stare ii multumesc in gand Domnului ca m-a calauzit in seara asta aici. Simteam o legatura ciudata cu tot ce tine de decor, de muzica in surdina specifica unui ritual intim dedicat ceaiului, simteam o caldura combinata cu emotia unei iubiri! Ma molesesc dupa cateva inghituri, parca as fi baut alcool aromat....ciudata senzatie...Inchid ochii cateva secunde, gandul meu pleca departe parca ma simt golita, usurata....vreau sa raman asa ca intro transa,&amp;nbsp;dar imediat mi am dat seama unde sunt si imi revin,&amp;nbsp;mai iau o inghititura de ceai&amp;nbsp;si dau de ochii Tarei mirati...O linistesc spunandu-i ca doar ma descatusez de ce ma apasa de prea multa vreme.....Ea stia ce ma apasa, stia misterul, iluzia, imposibilul, sau normalul existentei mele.... Stia, dar nu putea sa inteleaga, fiind si o fire mai agitata. Tot incercand sa legam o conversatie sau sa punem de o micuta barfa, a inteles ca trebuie sa ma lase putin cu gandurile mele, a simtit ca doream sa ma contopesc, cu armonia din interior. Tara, incepand sa si verifice sms-urile, profit si incerc iar sa inchid ochii si sa trag intens pe nari aroma ciudata din atmosfera si ce a ceaiului,,,imi face extrem de bine, se poate compara cu acea baie fierbinte cu sare aromata si ambianta pe masura....Cateva secunde am simtit ca plutesc, inseamna ca reusisem sa ma relaxez....dar brusc, simt o mangaiere pe umarul stang, apoi pe par, o mana puternica s-a lipit pur si simplu de umarul meu, o voce soptita&amp;nbsp;dar&amp;nbsp; raspicata imi spune:"Esti femeia vietii mele, pentru tine traiesc".&amp;nbsp;Deschid ochii, Tara privea muta, eu ma intorc dar, &amp;nbsp;nu vad decat un barbat iesind pe usa.. un barbat corpolent, inalt, intr-un trenci negru...atat!&lt;br /&gt;-Ce a fost asta, intreaba Tara cu vocea sufocata? &lt;br /&gt;-Tu sa- mi spui, erai cu fata, ai putut vedea tot! &lt;br /&gt;-N-am avut ce vedea, cand am ridicat privrea, deja totul&amp;nbsp; se intamplase si a plecat....&lt;br /&gt;-Nici eu nu stiu si nu inteleg ce a fost asta...mi- a spus in soapta ca eu sunt femeia vietii lui.....si a plecat!&lt;br /&gt;-Rade infundat si incepe&amp;nbsp; sa dezvolte &amp;nbsp;scenarii....&lt;br /&gt;Nu am reusit s-o opresc din elanul si incantarea exaltata....am lasa-o sa creeze deja idila imaginara. Cu mult efort o mai puteam urmari, imi doream sa scap de ea, dar cum? Ii zic intro doara ca vreau sa plecam....Ne imbracam si usor ne strecuram printre masute....clinchetul se aude....gata, din nou in pacla rece a serii....mergem&amp;nbsp; cativa pasi si ne luam ramas bun...&lt;br /&gt;-Pe maine Tara. Te sun.....&lt;br /&gt;-Bine draga mea, astept telefonul de la tine si detalii, nu scapi pana nu-mi dezvalui ce a fost cu acel barbat....&lt;br /&gt;O las sa bata campii si ma indrept&amp;nbsp;spre straduta mea, se cam intuneca, ma cuprinde raceala serii, pasii imi sunt din ce in ce mai repezi fara voia mea...e liniste- lumea deja s-a retras&amp;nbsp;pe la &amp;nbsp;casutele lor....ocolesc cateva gropi si dintro&amp;nbsp; data&amp;nbsp; aud pasi, ma intorc....vad un chip in umbra, vad acel trenci, vad barbatul din ceainarie.Ma opresc si-l intreb cu vocea stinsa de frica, ce vrea?&lt;br /&gt;--Nimic, fii linistita, iti veghez drumul spre casa, e tarziu si doream sa am garantia ca ajungi fara probleme..&lt;br /&gt;-De ce mi -ai spus acele vorbe? Cine esti?&lt;br /&gt;Tace, dupa cateva momente spune destul de raspicat: "nu-ti face griji, daca nu poti fi reala ptr mine, vei ramane cea mai&amp;nbsp;frumoasa iluzie a mea, mergi linistita acasa, te voi veghea mereu...sa ti fie bine.....hai, du-te, mergi linistita iluzia mea frumoasa..." Pana si el avea emotii se simtea &amp;nbsp;in voce, pauzele il tradau, isi cauta cuvintele frumoase, pentru a ma linisti.&lt;br /&gt;Ii urmez sfatul paralizata,&amp;nbsp;intimidata... &amp;nbsp;pasesc spre casa, imi abandonez straduta, el nu se mai aude &amp;nbsp;s-a pierdut in ceata densa...e multumit ca am ajuns fara&amp;nbsp;probleme.&amp;nbsp;Interfonul...intru.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1350519761414504716-7708880031805044537?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7708880031805044537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7708880031805044537' title='45 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7708880031805044537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7708880031805044537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2010/01/pasaje.html' title='Pasaje'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6966320628284635881</id><published>2009-12-26T17:28:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:30:36.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merita sarbatorit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzYsZo4Bv_I/AAAAAAAABgA/fQycIKBFm-g/s1600-h/elena-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzYsZo4Bv_I/AAAAAAAABgA/fQycIKBFm-g/s200/elena-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pentru toata lumea este a doua zi de Craciun dar, parca&amp;nbsp; e un facut sa fie cu dubla semnificatie ptr cei care o sustinem si o simpatizam pe dna ELENA UDREA. &lt;br /&gt;Astazi, este ziua de nasterea&amp;nbsp; a frumoasei noastre ministresse. O cupa cu sampanie isi merita din plin savoarea...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;LA MULTI ANI DISTINSA DOAMNA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6966320628284635881?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6966320628284635881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6966320628284635881' title='24 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6966320628284635881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6966320628284635881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/12/26-decembrie.html' title='Merita sarbatorit...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzYsZo4Bv_I/AAAAAAAABgA/fQycIKBFm-g/s72-c/elena-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4996620291171979468</id><published>2009-12-13T15:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:34:35.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintiri de iarna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzJwLGRBOrI/AAAAAAAABeI/FizQzfxoAe4/s1600-h/12232009(001).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzJwLGRBOrI/AAAAAAAABeI/FizQzfxoAe4/s200/12232009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daca tot a nins un pic si pe la noi, sa zicem ca&amp;nbsp;imi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;place,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; deoarece&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;starea de spirit ma trimite cu gandul la vremurile de alta data si am norocul sa pot compara cat de cat cu ceea ce suntem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; astazi. In final, vom trage o concluzie: daca e bine sau rau &amp;nbsp;ceea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ce am ales sa fim...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Socializarea. De aici o sa incep. Pana nu de mult a fi omenos si saritor era ceva obisnuit si parea atat de firesc sa fii asa, spun asta deoarece imi aduc aminte cu drag, ce insemna sa fii alaturi de un vecin, un amic... Tin minte cu drag ca atunci cand ningea, cel care se trezea primul dimineata, dadea zapada de la poarta dar nu se rezuma numai la a lui, dadea zapada la o parte si de la vecinul din stanga si de la cel din dreapta... multumirile erau pe masura- omenindu-se mai tarziu, la o tuica fiarta sau un vin fiert...normal ca urma sa apara &amp;nbsp;si ceva bunatati pe masa si uite asa atmosfera de bine se crea. Nu uit chipurile lor, lipsa de griji, povestile de iarna, timpul acordat ptr asa ceva, parca nici acea graba in toate nu-i macina. Oamenii&amp;nbsp; pareau mai frumosi, mai sanatosi, mai buni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Azi ce vedem? Daca ar fi sa compar as spune doar atat: lipsa de omenie, lipsa de respect ptr apropiat, un gest de bine azi pare a fi extraterestru, lumea imbatranita prea devreme, griji,boli, necazuri cu nemiluita, nici salutul banal intre vecini&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;abia daca se mai rosteste, ura, invidia au pus parca stapanire pe oamenii zilei de azi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tin minte ca ai mei niciodata nu taiau porcul de Craciun odata cu vecinii. Se programau, fiecare in alta zi ptr a se putea ajuta reciproc. Si Doamne ce momente frumoase erau ptr mine, cum asteptam sa se termine mai repede cu parlitul&amp;nbsp;si jupuirea soriciului care niciodata nu mi se parea ca e suficient si cat de fericita eram ca in ziua urmatoare stiam ca ma duc la vecinul nostru si voi mai primi o portie...Ah ce vremuri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Azi ce sa va spun?&amp;nbsp;Abia daca ne mai simtitm vecinii, abia daca-i mai vedem la chip si atunci tristi, preocupati, dezorientati....Straini paraca si de ei insisi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In Ajunul Craciunului, vecinii stabileau cine se costumeaza in Mos Craciun, era un ritual, in fiecare an alt vecin sau ruda avea rolul minunat. Tin minte cum pandeam si ascultam la usa din camera mea ce se pune la cale, cum puneau cadourile intr un saculet rosu cusut de bunica pe furis si-l ducea vecinului sau rudei care avea sarcina de a fi Mos Craciun&amp;nbsp;in anul respectiv. Tremuram de emotie si mi se parea interminabila ziua respectiva....Mama si bunica se duceau in sufragerie unde trona falnic bradul adus de bunicul meu, rasturnau scaunele de la masa, faceau un deranj controlat si mie imi spuneau ca Mosul era cam orb de batranete si le daramase &amp;nbsp;fara voia lui....Ce urma va inchipuiti....emotia-tremuram si abia imi spuneam poezia apoi colindul....abia raspundeam Mosului la intrebari interminabile....Of ce momente! Si ca sa fiu sincera si azi ma amagesc frumos, las amintirile sa ma napadeasca si incerc pe cat pot sa creez vraja, dar fara bunici parca nu prea imi mai reuseste, dar nu renunt -o fac ptr ei si&amp;nbsp;in amintirea lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Azi simt si aud ca multi dintre romani nici nu mai dau importanta unor astfel de momente, se rezuma doar la o masa de sarbatoare-adica doar la mancare...Multi dintre copiii zilei de azi nu cunosc astfel de trairi, astfel de asteptari pline de mister in seara de Ajun. Ma intristez la gandul ca ei, nu vor avea amintiri&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ci doar&amp;nbsp;un trecut gol,searbad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu pot sa uit ziua de Craciun, cu masa pregatita de sarbatoare, cu mirosurile imbietoare&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de la jambonul afumat si pus la cuptorul&amp;nbsp; sobei cu lemene din bucatarie,&amp;nbsp; incurcam si eu &amp;nbsp;lumea bagandu mi degetele peste tot doar sa gust...si vorba bunicii n-o uit:" ia mana ca te vad..", mirosul de carnati afumati&amp;nbsp; pusi pe jarul din soba...Ehe, cu regret va spun ca acel gust si mod de preparare nu l pot reusi oricat m a invatat bunica...sau poate ca le reusesc dar caut sa ma intorc prea mult in trecutul de poveste! Cum nici vremurile nu mai pot fi ca atunci nici bucatele se pare ca nu le mai nimerim... Am fost la tara in zilele noastre sperand sa retraiesc vremurile copilariei mele, dar ce deziluzie...nici la tara nu mai este ce a fost... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si atunci ce concluzie sa tragem? Cand a fost mai bine, cand am fost mai fericiti alaturi de cei dragi, de prieteni de vecini...? De ce ne indreptam mecanic spre acea parte&amp;nbsp;insensibila&amp;nbsp;a capitalismului? De ce lasam sa ne cuprinda "raceala" lor?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Macar caldura casei si a sufletelor noastre sa le pastram, daca in rest ne occidentalizam cu buna stiinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dar...ma opresc aici, desi as avea multe de povestit , va las si pe voi sa va cuprinda amintirile si poate le spuneti intr un moment de sensibilitate sufleteasca.... &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/1350519761414504716-4996620291171979468?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4996620291171979468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4996620291171979468' title='28 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4996620291171979468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4996620291171979468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/12/amintiri-de-iarna.html' title='Amintiri de iarna...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/SzJwLGRBOrI/AAAAAAAABeI/FizQzfxoAe4/s72-c/12232009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3190991346717202682</id><published>2009-11-01T12:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:49:39.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce votez cu dl Basescu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Swq9CZvXBRI/AAAAAAAABXg/dHGIn0iUazE/s1600/10242009%28036%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Swq9CZvXBRI/AAAAAAAABXg/dHGIn0iUazE/s200/10242009%28036%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poate ca multi isi pun aceasta intrebare, cautand un raspuns convenabil sau pur si simplu nu cauta nimic. Voteaza si gata. Ce stiu eu este ca, nu trebuie sa ceri sau sa cauti perfectiunea lucrurilor la un politician. Politica prin definitie nu corespunde cu realitatea, cine cauta miracole intrand in politica sau cine spera ca-i va fi mai bine fiind intr- un partid politic se inseala. Acolo, va intalni marul discordiei, invidia, barfa fabricata cu mare arta, penibilul unor situatii, lume meschina sora cu prostia, dar si putinii colegi politicieni de calitate. Ei, asta trebuie sa cautam, sa aparam, sa sustinem: putinii oameni politici onorabili, fara dorinte meschine de a cauta sa- si umple buzunarele prin acte imorale, functii nemeritate, ei au nevoie de noi si nu intrusii care violeaza concepte politicie scrise de sute de ani-&amp;nbsp; pe acestia ar trebui sa-i renegam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avem un presedinte- dl Basescu,&amp;nbsp; atipic, a spart orice bariera impusa de trecutul comunist si cu radacini inca adanci in societate, mult prea jucator ptr altii, mult prea incomod tot ptr acei ALTII, un presedinte cu umor, afurisit, cu multe greseli si multe gafe dar si le-a asumat. Un presedinte incomod ptr marii mahari/mafioti ai acestei amarate de tari, avem un un om in fruntea tarii care deja da fiori daca va castiga noul mandat....inca cinci ani.....imi imaginez insomniile lor, calcule date peste cap, planuri de afaceri tulburate de dl Basescu. Da, dlui este NELINISTEA hotilor, mafiotilor, capilor , speculantilor, profitorilor de piata...Saraca piata romaneasca , cat sa mai reziste? Cat sa mai dea daca n-o ajuta nimeni sa se refaca?! Vedeti de ce este asa de nedorit dl Basescu? Cauzele sunt atat de simple dar grave totodata. EL,&amp;nbsp; prin puterea lui prin forta ce o emana, nu vrea sa cedeze asa de usor, vrea sa le incurce acele socoteli ce vi le aminteam mai sus, vrea sa- i determine spre o cale decenta de a se imbogati, vrea sa demonteze acest cult deja celebru ca romanul e hot. Da, e hot in mare parte....dar acesti hoti s- au strecurat in politica.....mult prea multi si greu de nimicit. Dl Basescu, vrea dupa putina si cat ii permite Constitutia sa i opreasca....Din acest motiv si altele m- am decis sa- l votez iar pe dl Basescu.Oare nu sunt&amp;nbsp; suficiente motivele, nu sunt pertinente, nu sunt de bun-simt? Eu zic ca da. Asa ca, meditati si votati-l pe dl Basescu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3190991346717202682?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3190991346717202682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3190991346717202682' title='58 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3190991346717202682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3190991346717202682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ce-votez-cu-dl-basescu.html' title='De ce votez cu dl Basescu?'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Swq9CZvXBRI/AAAAAAAABXg/dHGIn0iUazE/s72-c/10242009%28036%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7332549906791496574</id><published>2009-10-15T14:42:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:38:18.547+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Focul din semineu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Drumul spre casa....Ce pot spune? Cateodata&amp;nbsp; drumul spre casa il facem fara extaz, se intampla sa&amp;nbsp; nu gasim ceea ce dorim, sau de cele mai multe ori sa fie invers, depinde de situatie, depinde de momentele traite de fiecare in parte, depinde de ambianta casei...Exista&amp;nbsp; posibilitatea&amp;nbsp; sa descriu niste mofturi,&amp;nbsp; o joaca, sau...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/StcAtkTPZeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/jvkxgVt6y6E/s1600-h/10152009%28008%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/StcAtkTPZeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/jvkxgVt6y6E/s320/10152009%28008%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uf, ce aer rece, ce pacla respingatoare,&amp;nbsp; imi doresc sa ajung mai repede in "cuibusorul" meu, chiar daca sunt momente cand nu vreau sa i calc pragul- imi displace atunci cand nu ma invaluie cu caldura, in ceea ce imi doresc&amp;nbsp; sa gasesc atunci cand ii deschid usa: o lumina anemica fara directie precisa, un palpait de lumanare aproape topita, aroma de scortisoara-&amp;nbsp; nu in vinul fiert (desi ar merge) , cada aburinda plina cu spuma si&amp;nbsp; un parfum&amp;nbsp; placut&amp;nbsp; de sare aromata aruncata in apa fierbinte, un CD cu acorduri fine dat in surdina, telefoanele si plasma inchise....Ah, asa voi face rapid cum ii trec pragul, un pic de imaginatie nu strica... imediat ce voi da ochii cu livingul meu primitor "imbracat" in culori pastelate- calde- pana la urma toata casa mea e&amp;nbsp; in acorduri calde si ma ajuta in aceste momente sa&amp;nbsp; uit&amp;nbsp; ca suntem in octombrie, luna ce n-o suport de cand ma stiu.... Am ajuns,&amp;nbsp; arunc la intamplare accesoriile personale, intru ca o furtuna in baie, execut totul mecanic, caut sa-mi creez confortul dorit, incerc sa alung "raceala"&amp;nbsp; casei, o voi aduce la stadiul dorintelor mele, o voi incalzi cu existenta mea, ii dau viata...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Caut ceva, ma invart aiurea, caut si nu stiu ce mai lipseste....dar ce lipseste? Simt o usoara senzatie de iritare... mai doresc ceva in acest tablou&amp;nbsp; confortabil&amp;nbsp; pe care mi l-am creat, dar ce? Muzica ma invaluie... ma potolesc, profit din plin de ambianta ispititoare, incerc sa ma amagesc zicandu mi ca nu lipseste nimic, dar pot? Si totusi, nu renunt.....caut acel ceva....focul din semineu oare? Hmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-7332549906791496574?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7332549906791496574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7332549906791496574' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7332549906791496574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7332549906791496574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/10/focul-din-semineu.html' title='Focul din semineu!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/StcAtkTPZeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/jvkxgVt6y6E/s72-c/10152009%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4449672255864439552</id><published>2009-09-30T11:11:00.085+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:15:49.428+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E sunetul meu...</title><content type='html'>......"Da, se intampla...merg de un an de zile pe o strada, pe aceeasi straduta, aceleasi decoruri triste,&amp;nbsp; case vechi cu tencuiala&amp;nbsp; macinata de vreme, aceleasi figuri straine trebaluind prin curti, parca absenti&amp;nbsp; precum sunt si eu in&amp;nbsp; traseul meu, pe care-l fac de un an,&amp;nbsp; un an din viata mea. Straduta care ma cheama seara de seara, sa i calc trotuarul cu denivelari, sa ma irit cand&amp;nbsp; imi stalcesc tocurile de la pantofi pasind neatent... simt atractia strazii, simt o respiratie usor agitata in jurul meu, simt ca cineva mai puternic decat mine imi controleaza viata indirect, chemandu-ma, dar nu are curaj sa mi- o spuna....Iar eu&amp;nbsp; nu ma opun, aleg acelasi trotuar, aceleasi denivelari, aceleasi ganduri, aceleasi dorinte&amp;nbsp; ciudate/ incitante pentru ca&amp;nbsp; imi place necunoscutul, sunetul acela&amp;nbsp; de respiratie nadusita- crezant ca n-o aud. Dar eu, o simt si&amp;nbsp; din acest motiv&amp;nbsp; trec seara de seara pe aici...&amp;nbsp; sa ma hranesc cu sunetul- cu respiratia misterioasa care ma insoteste pana acasa, apoi,&amp;nbsp; brusc dispare....Este "hrana" serilor si noptilor mele acel sunet de un an, da, de un an merg si voi merge pe straduta.... pana cand, acel sunet, se va hotara sa se materializeze in ceea ce si-a propus....nu- i cer sa fie cum as vrea eu, ci cum vrea sunetul "meu"..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4449672255864439552?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4449672255864439552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4449672255864439552' title='57 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4449672255864439552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4449672255864439552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/09/straina.html' title='E sunetul meu...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-168827730918562065</id><published>2009-09-27T10:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:45:29.109+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De la amicul Cristian Sutu mi se trage</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spunea el: &amp;nbsp; "Tot mai mulţi politicieni anunţă că-şi vor lua concediu pe perioada campaniei. Boureanu de la PDL şi un primar PSD din Bistriţa, ca să dăm doar două exemple. Numai Băsescu şi Geoană nu vor să renunţe la beneficiile materiale importante ale funcţiilor pe care le deţin pentru a-şi face campanie."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu ii raspundeam mai in gluma mai in serios ca, dl Basescu,&amp;nbsp; chiar daca si-ar lua vacanta in perioada campaniei, tot ar castiga,&amp;nbsp; poate cu voturi si mai multe.....Pana si neprezenta l-ar face invingator. Apoi, ar fi unic in felul asta, oricum este&amp;nbsp; el unic in multe..... dar&amp;nbsp; am fi de poveste in lumea larga. Un gand de duminica dimineata, sper sa nu fie pus si in aplicare. Totusi, nu garantez rezultatul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-168827730918562065?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/168827730918562065/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=168827730918562065' title='18 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/168827730918562065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/168827730918562065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-la-amicul-cristian-sutu-mi-se-trage.html' title='De la amicul Cristian Sutu mi se trage'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3538104728305232793</id><published>2009-09-16T10:38:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:10:00.805+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce s-ar intampla daca am incepe sa spunem NU?</title><content type='html'>Cum am putea scapa de&amp;nbsp; clasa politica&amp;nbsp; actuala, sa zic in proportie de 90%? Ce s-ar intampla daca&amp;nbsp; alegatorii ar avea un gand general si nu ar mai iesi la vot, sau ar iesi si ar anula votul? Ar fi o lectie pentru ei? S-ar schimba, si-ar mai bate joc de&amp;nbsp; oamenii acestei tari, unii cu mult mai presus decat ei politicienii?&lt;br /&gt;Daca dl Basescu nu mai este benefic, atunci anulam votul&lt;br /&gt;Daca dl Geoana este un politician incolor, atunci anulam votul&lt;br /&gt;Daca dl Antonescu este un politician fara personalitate, atunci anulam votul.&lt;br /&gt;Altii? Mai sunt?&lt;br /&gt;Ce s-ar putea intampla, cine ar avea&amp;nbsp; de pierdut? &lt;br /&gt;O trezire a natiei se cere, e necesara, e benefica sufletului acestui popor napastuit, rapus de saracie, batjocorit si neapreciat de proprii alesi. Alesi, care au adancit&amp;nbsp; traiul sistematic,&amp;nbsp; l-au impins pana la&amp;nbsp; limita saraciei, cu aportul tuturor guvernelor care s-au perindat pe la PUTERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3538104728305232793?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3538104728305232793/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3538104728305232793' title='20 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3538104728305232793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3538104728305232793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ce-s-ar-intampla-daca.html' title='Ce s-ar intampla daca am incepe sa spunem NU?'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-111578080281781991</id><published>2009-09-09T13:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:43:31.684+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri... poate fara rost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sqd1mmSFSeI/AAAAAAAABJE/KGWqagCA3sQ/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Niciodata nu se poate spune despre cineva, tot ceea ce ar trebui sa se spuna, fugim parca de cuvintele cheie, cuvintele care ar putea strafulgera ca o raza de lumina pe acel cineva... Cat este de greu sa stai fata in fata cu imaginea ta si sa te judeci?&amp;nbsp; Dar sa mai spunem acelui cineva,&amp;nbsp;&lt;cineva&gt; ca este abstract, singur cu gandurile sale, deznadajduit de viata... care face eforturi pt a echilibra neantul in care traieste... Citeam undeva ca o femeie daca trece in noaptea de vineri spre sambata&amp;nbsp; pragul unei manastiri, desi nu e crestineste si nu este permis, i se indeplineste orice dorinta! Asa si acel cineva imaginar mie, poate cauta clipa, momentul decisiv de a iesi din neantul in care traieste, poate se redescopera si spune: D-zeu este autorul a tot binele&amp;nbsp; pe care -l traiesc acum, ca teama de a fi altfel vine de la unele influente nefaste, deoarece multi&amp;nbsp; dintre noi cadem in astfel de situatii si&amp;nbsp; fara sa vrem se gasesc oameni sa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; influenteze spre rau, spre egoism...Iar EL, il ajuta pe acel cineva&amp;nbsp; sa scape de fiinta nefasta de langa el, se trezeste&amp;nbsp; si isi spune ca are dreptul de a fi din nou&amp;nbsp; "viu".... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cineva&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ce pacat ca soarele nu mai poate fi florentin ca in luna iunie,&amp;nbsp; nu mai&amp;nbsp; nascoceam astfel de ganduri!&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/1350519761414504716-111578080281781991?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/111578080281781991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=111578080281781991' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/111578080281781991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/111578080281781991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ganduri-poate-fara-rost.html' title='Ganduri... poate fara rost!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-1224309968753365243</id><published>2009-08-18T10:15:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:21:38.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca sa nu uit povestea despre ridicolul unor barbati trecuti de...asemuiti lui Orban libidinosul</title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://lumassa.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow"&gt;lulu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; Says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol class="commentlist"&gt;&lt;li class="alt" id="comment-123768"&gt;    &lt;small class="commentmetadata"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/comisia-parlamentara-de-executie-a-elenei-udrea.html#comment-123768" title=""&gt;August 17th, 2009 at 10:03 am&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Cu voia vostra va descriu un episod ce l- am ascultat&amp;nbsp; saptamana trecuta la o piscina sa i zic asa de fite. Va spun cum il vad eu pe ACEST ORBAN:&lt;br /&gt;Studiindu-l mai atent de cand cu aceasta comisie  unde el are rolul decapitarii dnei EU, am ajuns la urmatoarele concluzii:&lt;br /&gt;1- nu este nicio diferenta intre ORBAN si stupizii barbati de 50 de ani, sau trecuti de aceasta varsta care, cad in pacatul unor site-uri cu prostituate sau racoleaza de pe internet pipite smechere….&lt;br /&gt;2- Il vad un individ balos, libidinos, cazut fizic, complexat, inhibat …il vad butonand si dandu-si pantalonasii jos rapid la porunca aleia mici curvulita de pe webcam &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- cum va spuneam eram la piscina, langa noi s-au tolanit doua femei pana in 30 de ani….si credeti-ma am avut ce auzi fara voia mea, paturile sezlong erau apropiate,  doar cate o masuta ce ne despartea.&lt;br /&gt;4-printre altele povesteau cum au ele clienti pe chat sau pe personal!!! indivizi de 50 -60 de ani bogati, si cum isi bat joc de ei, cat sunt de urati unii, nu pot sa va redau vocabularul…fata sa l vezi pe ala i am cerut 20 de milioane si ma dezbrac, mi a trimis prostu’ si eu i am arata ce a vrut, era balos se vedea tot pe camera, avea burta, tatele cazute…..da fata si eu am unul tot asa e bogat si nici nu cere prea mare lucru…. Cam asa a fost dialogul lor…..prelungit in detalii, nu pot reda.&lt;br /&gt;5- Va jur, mi au transmis atata sila, atata dispret, nu fetele, ele erau cele smechere, aveau un scop sa si bata joc de barbatii de 50 de ani sau mai mult, chiar si fara sa le ceara bani din cate am inteles, dispretul, dezgustul l mi l-au transmis prin descrierea barbatilor libidinosi si balosi, sunt expresiile lor. Cam asa il vad eu si pe ORBAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" /&gt; Barbati naivi si zaluzi la minte de 50 sau trecuti de anii astia, rad fetele de voi, sunteti Pacuraru doi sau …”n” Pacuraru, sau ORBAN…..care- si tradeaza neputinta si se da macho la comisie, la televizor. Yak, cata sila cata repulsie simt. Dar nu vreau sa va indispun, sotul meu s a amuzat, dar mi a dat dreptate ca sunt multi barbati prosti, libidinosi si balosi pe lumea asta ….. cu tot cu banii lor. ORBAN mi a amintit de acele femei povestind…. inseamna ca nu gresesc comparandu-l cu acele specimene. Altfel uitam….. &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-1224309968753365243?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1224309968753365243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=1224309968753365243' title='61 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1224309968753365243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1224309968753365243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/08/ca-sa-nu-uit-povestea-despre-ridicolul.html' title='Ca sa nu uit povestea despre ridicolul unor barbati trecuti de...asemuiti lui Orban libidinosul'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6537684470677502735</id><published>2009-08-05T17:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:43:59.300+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacanta'/><title type='text'>Biagio Antonacci- Pazzo di lei</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTdcVkjyffg&lt;br /&gt;Va daruiesc spre ascultare  melodia ce mi umple viata in mod placut, eliminand cu usurinta tot ce e urat si rau in jurul meu...  daca e cazul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6537684470677502735?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6537684470677502735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6537684470677502735' title='22 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6537684470677502735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6537684470677502735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/08/biagio-antonacci.html' title='Biagio Antonacci- Pazzo di lei'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7896206488960705835</id><published>2009-07-18T16:51:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:17:38.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temeri ...</title><content type='html'>Cert e, ca pe doamna Elena Udrea, n-o poate invinge presa oricat s ar strofoca. Pe doamna EU o pot invinge sau chiar trada:&lt;br /&gt;-subalternii care la un moment dat n-or sa-i mai fie aproape...&lt;br /&gt;-si dl Basescu&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum v am mai spus Presedintele are un caracter asa cum il stiti, nu trebuie sa va mai amintesc, pt d-lui omul este de unica folosinta, isi vinde si mama pt suprematia lui. Asta e adevarul si o confirma realitatea evenimentelor. Daca va castiga la toamna mai vedem (!!!) daca e sa tinem cont de ultima lor intalnire “secreta”, care tot s a aflat pana la urma. Cert e ca dl Basescu se afla in mari “tandreturi” cu psd, in special cu Hrebenciuc (care a fost prezent la intalnire). Eu nu ma mai hazardez, nu mai cred sigur in nimic, voi fi impartiala si cat pot de obiectiva, deoarece jocurile adevarate nu sunt acelea care se vad la tv si publicate in presa. Nu. ” Afacerile” politice se fac intr-un mod cat se poate de secret si pe negocieri la sange. La ultima intalnire dl Basescu, a propus lui Geoana functia de premier si alte avantaje pt partid, ca el in schimb sa fie reales… Dupa cum se relateaza -pe surse- nu prea i-a convenit. Deja pe Boc nu l mai vrea dl Basescu, gata, s a uzat, nu i mai foloseste, nu vedeti ce trist e saracu’ e stins in voce, chiar absent… Poate efectul de dupa intalnirea de “gradul zero”, cine mai stie! Mare pericol in tot si in toate, nimeni nu se gandeste la criza sau la bunul mers al tarii, este un haos organizat, totul se joaca ca la poker se negociaza si “frimiturile”. Asta e fratilor…asta e! &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt; Obisnuiti-va… Dar o parte dintre voi banuiti aceste mismasuri ca sunteti inteligenti. Iar daca, doamna Udrea, se culca pe-o ureche va fi prada sacalilor din interior…si nu doresc asta, ar fi pacat, chiar are multe de spus si face in politica. Hai sa traiti bine! &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.elenaudrea.ro/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-7896206488960705835?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7896206488960705835/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7896206488960705835' title='39 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7896206488960705835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7896206488960705835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/07/temeri.html' title='Temeri ...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-40813824843550730</id><published>2009-07-07T14:24:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:59:06.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL JACKSON- se retrage...</title><content type='html'>Astazi, in mod firesc ne luam ramas-bun de la MJ. Toata Planeta  va avea parte de megaspectacolul vietii lui-asa isi dorea sa- i fie PLECAREA. Dar nu va fi asa... va fi un spectacol firesc, va spune prezent ca doar e shoul lui, lumea il va vedea cantand si dansand. Michael nu PLEACA nicaieri, e printre noi dar se retrage putin...e obosit si scarbit de lumea asta atat de rea, de doctorii hiena, de o familie ciudata, de un tata dezumanizat, de toti care l- au stors pe orice cale de bani: mintind, santajand. Michael e ACOLO si va ramane unic, un copil mai mare cu sufletul ranit... un  suflet care nu va  muri niciodata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-40813824843550730?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/40813824843550730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=40813824843550730' title='20 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/40813824843550730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/40813824843550730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-se-retrage.html' title='MICHAEL JACKSON- se retrage...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5847051223401752864</id><published>2009-06-27T17:41:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:43:30.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O logica perfecta - Emil Cioran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style26"&gt;Multi ar spune, sau spun,  ca Cioran era sumbru sau ireal, dar daca acordam mai multa atentie textului am descoperi realul  negat de noi toti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O prima iubire adevarata, coapta,  are un rol deosebit de important, este singura care are valoare, marcand existenta individului. Relatiile se bazeaza pe comunicare. Barbatul are nevoie de o pasiune nebuna pentru a putea iubi aceeasi femeie, care apare la Cioran ca o fiinta limitata, care nu poate rezista unui barbat.Totodata, el sustine ca incercarea barbatilor de a gasi misterul psihologic al femeii este in van, pentru ca in realiotate nu exista nici un mister, totul este generat de sensibilitatea feminina.Iubirea gaseste in tristete un mare dusman, iar cine ajunge sa fie singur inseamna ca nu mai iubeste.Deci iubirea poate da sensul existentei, iar atunci cand nu este implinita, ea anuleaza existenta individului.Sentinentului de iubire ii da valoare unicitatea, iubirea fiind orientata spre voluptate, iubesti cu adevarat o singura femeie, catre care se dirijeaza entuziasmul tau.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Iubirea este prin esenta deschisa, ca o floare de primavera. Si nu inchide racoarea tristetii petalele acestei flori?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Oricat m-as lupta pe culmile disperarii, nu vreau si nu pot sa renunt si sa parasesc iubirea”&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/1350519761414504716-5847051223401752864?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5847051223401752864/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5847051223401752864' title='21 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5847051223401752864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5847051223401752864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-logica-perfecta-emil-cioran.html' title='O logica perfecta - Emil Cioran'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3836916535606291179</id><published>2009-06-01T09:24:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:18:14.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acuzata de TRADARE!!!</title><content type='html'>PAI SA ANALIZAM SI SA VEDEM DE CINE SUNT EU ACUZATA DE TRADARE.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut anul de cand s a intamplat ca o femeie cu nick-ul Silverstar de pe blog-ul d Udrea, se tot plangea cat este de saraca, ca are casa plina de mucegai, ca nu i ajunge salariul, ca are necazuri, ca n a fost dorita si iubita de mama ei, ca nenorocirile o urmaresc, sotul a parasit-o pt alta femeie....se poate studia arhiva blogului, nimic nu e secret. Vedeti cate frustrari s au acumulat in in ea, vedeti de unde atata  ura pe oamenii fericiti, instariti, educati, de familie buna, iubiti,  vedeti de ce jigneste pe toata lumea? De aici i se trage, dar asta nu e o scuza cautand vina in altii  pentru greselile ei. Categoric nu trebuie tolerat un astfel de comportament, trebuie sa primeasca o corectie, chiar daca a fost napastuita de soarta.  Nu- si pune problema ca poate ea este vinovata de tot ce i s a intamplat prin felul ei de a fi, artagoasa, necioplita...Stiti vorba: Gura bate...Dar sa trec la ceea ce doream sa mentionez mai sus. Deci, in urma vaicarelilor ei, un om  foarte important din anturajul d Udrea, pe nume Cristi Dragan (cativa dintre noi il cunoastem),  un om bogat  si cu suflet mare,    s a hotarat sa o ajute. I-a trimis bani sa- si rezolve cateva probleme, spunandu i ca o sa-i mai trimita...Silverstar fericita ne spunea ca si a facut bucataria frumoasa, a pus gresie, faianta...Sincer, toti ne am bucurat pentru ea. A trecut ceva timp si m am trezit cu un mesaj pe privat de la  Silverstar, luandu ma la rost  ca nu e serios Cristi, ca nu  a mai  trimis bani de atata timp... nu pot sa va redau tot, de jena, dar daca e cazul voi posta acel mesaj si voi apela si la Cristi. Apoi, tot in acel mesaj  m a acuzat direct: "dar tu cat primesti sa postezi pe blog?"Mi s a intunecat privirea cand am citit acele randuri, nu mi venea sa cred! I am raspuns explicandu- i ca eu am o situatie materiala buna, suntem instariti, familiile noastre la fel si ca nu- i cazul. Ca tot ce fac este din convingere personala. Daca intreba era scuzabil, dar ea a mers direct, acuzandu- ma ca as fi mercenar- numai aia sunt platiti pt a face ceva. N- am putut sa nu- i spun lui Cristi, am dat copy pt a decide el ce trebuie sa faca, am dat copy si Adminului, pt a vedea de ce sunt acuzata, practic era o jignire si la adresa d Udrea, ca ar accepta tacit pe mercenara lulu. Acuzatie grava. Cristi a ripostat scriindu-i un mail, recomandandu-i sa plece la munca, sa faca meditatii daca e capabila, in loc sa stea toata ziua pe net... Un sfat pertinent si obiectiv, vrei bani cauti inca un  job.  Acum, pe  voi cititori va intreb: AM TRADAT prin gestul meu de a face lumina? Trebuia sa tac pentru a primi Silverstar ajutor de la Cristi, cu riscul ca ea intr-un exces de nebunie sa spuna pe blog  ca eu primesc bani?Asa ar fi facut,  ea ataca pe TOATA LUMEA, n-are mama, n-are tata... Deci onoarea mea nu conta? Eu nu consider ca am TRADAT, am gandit ca, ADEVARUL este mai important. Ea sufera de complexul inferioritatii, am remarcat asta, ea nu si- a depasit conditia, si asa se razbuna pe cei superiori ei. Are probleme grave si pacat ca nu constientizeaza la timp, dar cred eu ca asa a fost toata viata, din acest motiv este exclusa din societate, cum spunea si  ea - ca  nu are prieteni. Eu i am fost aproape si nu i-am purtat  ura, n- am facut tam-tam pe blog cu ceea ce imi facuse. Mi e mila de ea, si la acea vreme chiar l am rugat pe Cristi sa o ajute, sa- si faca timp... Acum si el si eu ne primim RASPLATA. Va rog sa mi spuneti unde este GESTUL MEU DE TRADARE? Deci, ea ma uraste de un an ca i- am stricat socotelile, trebuia sa accept acuzatia de PLATITA sa postez si sa tac!!! E normala femeia asta? Are ratiune? Eu cred ca si mediul in care  a trait  are o cauza, prostia domina, dar combinata cu rautatea devine periculoasa.  Mare pacat, are si ea o varsta, dar... Acesta-i adevarul si n as fi pomenit niciodata de gafa ei, daca aseara nu ma acuza de TRADARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3836916535606291179?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3836916535606291179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3836916535606291179' title='36 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3836916535606291179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3836916535606291179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/06/acuzata-de-tradare.html' title='Acuzata de TRADARE!!!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-8770579939306404020</id><published>2009-05-09T09:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:05:14.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca ar fi vara mereu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sg3IwP36dwI/AAAAAAAAA54/utnpCR_cZcs/s1600-h/26-12-07_2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sg3IwP36dwI/AAAAAAAAA54/utnpCR_cZcs/s200/26-12-07_2252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336141864724231938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce vara totul pare mai optimist, mai usor, mai frumos? Chiar si noi ne schimbam, starile sufletesti devin  mai jucause, chipurile mai frumoase- bronzate, hainele vaporoase contribuie starii de spirit, nu mai simtim acea povara pe umeri a tinutelor usor obscure (intunecoase) din anotimpul rece... As vrea ca aceste stari sa revigoreze toate femeile, sa uite de cotidianul gri, gata s a dus. E vara, vin vacantele, simt izul sarat al marii- sau asa vreau sa mi imaginez, dar daca ne dorim cu ardoare asa va fi! Reinventati-va,  trairile neplacute vor fi invizibile sau nesemnificative. Refuzand existenta  lor, va   disparea tot ce e rau.  Eu asa fac, refuz orice gand negativ, la  orice veste proasta caut sa- i gasesc si partea buna, efectul de dupa...  Va doresc  o vara de vis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Putina lume stie ca pe langa Manneken Pis, se afla si o Ea. Aveti imaginea-  a contribuit la salvarea din incendiu a orasului Bruxelles...Asa spune legenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-8770579939306404020?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8770579939306404020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=8770579939306404020' title='16 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8770579939306404020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8770579939306404020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/05/daca-ar-fi-vara-mereu.html' title='Daca ar fi vara mereu...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sg3IwP36dwI/AAAAAAAAA54/utnpCR_cZcs/s72-c/26-12-07_2252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5304677911553528165</id><published>2009-04-22T14:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:46:37.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am avea nevoie de o "RENASTERE"</title><content type='html'>Dar cine ne va spune de unde sa incepem? Mereu fugim de inceput... uitand ca inceputul ne reinvie, ne revigoreaza mintea si corpul, sau o reviviscenta daca nu in fiecare primavara, macar odata la 2-3 ani,  cred ca  ne-ar da  o atitudine de neinvins. Asta uitam,  cum e un inceput  si din acest motiv ne complacem in falsa idee: ca ce-o da ziua de maine e bine primit! Sa-ti spui,  gata cu ce am trait pana acum, s- ar putea  zice ca e un act de curaj indiferent de individ.  Iar cand pui in practica acel- ceva NOU, ai puterea de a spune: Doamne cate  trairi si cate lucruri,  am pierdut pana acum! Deci, ce ne lipseste sa avem parte de o "RENASTERE",  fie ea si mai amagitoare, dar sa o traim ca poate meritam? Hmm, pare a fi greu..&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cred ca si in clasa politica ar trebui o renastere. Sa zicem ca, spre ce tinde in prezent politicul  nu ne reprezinta si  pare mai degraba  a ne duce spre o necunoscuta, daca nu spre trecut. Multora, trecutul le- a fost prielnic si-l invoca indirect. Adica sa nu priceapa prea multa lume...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5304677911553528165?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5304677911553528165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5304677911553528165' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5304677911553528165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5304677911553528165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-avea-nevoie-de-o-renastere.html' title='Am avea nevoie de o &quot;RENASTERE&quot;'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3996898095776767202</id><published>2009-04-13T17:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:26:51.263+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente de liniste si meditatie</title><content type='html'>Cui nu ar prinde bine, macar in aceasta saptamana a PATIMILOR, momente de liniste sufleteasca?  Le obtinem greu ve- ti spune, nu ne lasa zbuciumul zilei de azi sa fim linistiti, nu ne lasa clasa politica prin greselile puierile pe care le fac...Iar eu, as confirma ca aveti perfecta dreptate. Uitati de ei, ca si ei au uitat de voi... Ma surprind  totusi, ca  reusesc sa ma rup de aceste probleme, ignorand raul   si hranindu- ma cu  renasterea momentului ce il traim cu piosenie. Meditatia si autoanaliza ne- ar arata unde gresim, ne- ar determina sa spunem NU, mai curand decat ne- am fi propus cu riscul de a deveni neintelesi. Din acest motiv, consider ca  sfanta tacere este "rupta"din rai. Voi apela in aceasta perioada cu insistenta la: rationament, bun simt, intelegere si multa daruire.  De pe acum va urez,  PASTE FERICIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3996898095776767202?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3996898095776767202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3996898095776767202' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3996898095776767202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3996898095776767202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/04/momente-de-liniste-si-meditatie.html' title='Momente de liniste si meditatie'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3300539141097407875</id><published>2009-04-01T15:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:58:45.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi speciala, a unui prieten drag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;LA MULTI ANI Cristi! E ziua ta, chiar daca e mohorata, ploioasa prin unele locuri- se spune ca asta inseamna belsug-asa sa fie, la cat bine ai facut si faci, meriti din plin. Sa ai liniste, sanatate si numai oameni de calitate in jurul tau. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Fii fericit, fa ti ziua o sarbatoare, cu respect Lulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3300539141097407875?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3300539141097407875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3300539141097407875' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3300539141097407875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3300539141097407875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-zi-speciala-unui-prieten-drag.html' title='O zi speciala, a unui prieten drag'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-2667108556959402916</id><published>2009-03-27T16:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:03:14.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O tara cu o politica  de "poveste"</title><content type='html'>Sper sa fi nimerit titlul, nu l-am pus intamplator.  Toate au consecinte asupra noastra, de la recesiune si pana la viata cotidiana.  Bine, nimic n ar trebui sa ne afecteze fundamental daca acceptam ideea ca putem pati in viata orice, dar nu si oricum, aici avem un cuvant de spus, ne putem impune in functie de puterea individuala. Dar sa ma intorc la titlul meu si sa incerc sa explic de ce mi se pare totul ca o poveste, cel putin de cand a inceput anul! Ma refer de data aceasta la anul politic, care, recunosc  ma surprinde si nu placut, deoarece consider ca NU se face politica, pare doar o incercare de a mima actul politic. Si nimeni nu se trezeste sa spuna ca nu i momentul de joaca si povesti! Este stupefianta atitudinea clasei politice de azi, infantilitatea de care da dovada, de nonsalanta si zambetele prostesti pe care le afiseaza. Par mai mult preocupati de ei, de mondenitate, de aspectul personal, de  cine-i mai elegant, cine i mai bogat, care -i mai chipes/a,  nici pe departe de realitatea sumbra pe  care o traim- iar greul acum incepe. Ce ar trebui sa se intample, ca distinsii "domni" de la putere sa se trezeasca?  Din ce? Din  visul frumos pe care l traiesc si ziua, ori sa realizeze ca sunt depasiti de functiile grele pe care le au si sa se retraga elegant.  Simt ca esecul bate la poarta, va fi greu sa recuperam ce deja am pierdut. Nu asa consider eu, ca se face politica, desi sperante mai am dar nu ma hazardez crezand prosteste in acea zi in care politicienii vor fi de calitate. Concluzia  este clara, cand NU avem traditie in ceva, niciodata nu vom progresa. Cum un parvenit nu poate fi niciodata DOMN, asa si in  clasa  politica nu o vom avea formata din domni, daca acestia nu pot invinge mediocritatea.  Politica inseamna: traditie, educatie, prestanta, istorie, cultura, specialisti si nu ce se intelege la noi: masini, case, amante, amanti, scandaluri de cancan....Sunt bune si acestea dar, dupa ce arati ca esti un domn intro functie meritata si nu ca asa ai "nimerit". Cred ca ne pierdem usor-usor personalitatea si simtul valorii noastre din cauza parvenirii si superficialitatii unora. Cine ne salveaza  de acest fenomen care se dezvolta mult prea repede in raport cu cei ce  respecta traditia si recunoaste provenienta oamenilor de calitate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-2667108556959402916?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2667108556959402916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=2667108556959402916' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2667108556959402916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2667108556959402916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-tara-cu-o-politica-de-poveste.html' title='O tara cu o politica  de &quot;poveste&quot;'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-1016588551465231537</id><published>2009-03-20T15:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:57:52.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa te abandonezi intro vacanta...</title><content type='html'>... pare a fi cel mai placut sentiment de multumire sufleteasca. Sa te abandonezi pe undeva aiurea si departe,  alaturi de cel sau cea care iti incanta viata,  iti da trairi unice, te schimba, te intinereste parca, te face sa uiti pana si de casa, de cei dragi... De tara nu mai zic, personal o uit in secunda doi, dupa ce mi am luat zborul. Ehe, ce ganduri frumoase am...Nascute din dorinta de a speria zilele mohorate, din dorinta de a se instala vremea frumoasa, calda, imbietoare ... Cred, ca toti ne dorim mai ales in aceste timpuri-pt unii grele- o "mangaiere"in plus. Se spune ca si Universul ne conduce, o fi ceva adevar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-1016588551465231537?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1016588551465231537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=1016588551465231537' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1016588551465231537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1016588551465231537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sa-te-abandonezi-intro-vacanta.html' title='Sa te abandonezi intro vacanta...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5799332899125038395</id><published>2009-02-24T15:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:17:36.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>Scriu aceste randuri, sub influenta rautatilor scrise in presa la adresa Elenei Udrea. Gandesc foarte simplu, ca as fi putut fi eu in locul ei si din acest motiv reactionez. Sa- mi fie cu iertare, dar mojicia nu- mi place nici din partea barbatilor, nici din partea femeilor. Unde vrem sa ajungem, pana unde intindem uratenia gandirii? Ce urmeaza? Ma inspaimanta viitorul oameni buni! Cine ne apara de rau? Sunt intrebari simple dar esentiale. Ii multumesc lui D-zeu ca mai sunt oameni rationali pe lumea asta si ca constientizeaza ca, O FEMEIE FRUMOASA, nu este neaparat "usoara" si ca rolul ei nu este doar la cratita si  nascatoare de prunci! Ce e rau in a fi frumoasa, eleganta si chiar sa ai un sot bogat? Ce e rau in a te face remarcata chiar daca sotul bogat este in umbra si te propulseaza in cariera fie si cu banii lui. Daca rezultatul este benefic societatii, de ce sa cauti si ce nu este? De ce o femeie frumoasa e judecata in fel si chip, ea nu poate fi  normala, sfioasa, onesta? De ce se pun etichete asa de usor, asta nu inteleg?  Si eu simt acele "intepaturi", de la oamenii mici ai urbei mele, dar ii las sa se convinga de greseala, asa  am invins prostia, invidia, rautatea prin eleganta si modestie. Sunt mandra ca pot face asta. Si Elena vad ca face la fel, stiu ce spun.  Sustin onestitatea si bunul simt, in rest nimic nu ma poate convinge, ca omul rau poate fi si bun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5799332899125038395?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5799332899125038395/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5799332899125038395' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5799332899125038395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5799332899125038395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-828440531867240029</id><published>2009-02-13T17:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:00:57.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa presupunem......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ca&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Valentine's Day, este o sarbatoare bine venita in toata lumea. As vrea sa fie asa desi multi spun ca nu ne reprezinta, dar ce importanta are, daca face bine omului? De ce stam mereu sa despicam firul in patru, in loc sa traim asa cum ne e dat? De ce ne complicam viata intreband si iar intreband? Sa fie doar slabiciunea fiecaruia dintre noi? Ne este frica oare sa iubim desavarsit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La toate aceste intrebari, ar trebui sa ne dam cel mai simplu raspuns&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sa iubim in prezent pentru a fi sanatosi si fericiti in viitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu zic sa ne bucuram de aceasta zi chiar si numai in sinea noastra, gandindu-ne la cel mai frumos vis ce ne framanta zilele si noptile.....si poate ni se va indeplini. De ce nu, poate chiar de ziua indragostitilor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-828440531867240029?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/828440531867240029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=828440531867240029' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/828440531867240029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/828440531867240029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/02/sa-presupunem.html' title='Sa presupunem......'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-2496894653833054754</id><published>2009-01-27T09:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:15:43.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca as putea eu......</title><content type='html'>“Numai un suflet care se sfasie de iubire mai poate reabilita lumea asta vulgara, meschina si dezgustatoare.”&lt;br /&gt;Emil Cioran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-2496894653833054754?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2496894653833054754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=2496894653833054754' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2496894653833054754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2496894653833054754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/01/daca-as-putea-eu.html' title='Daca as putea eu......'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4371940655945882002</id><published>2009-01-19T11:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:27:57.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Criza economica!!!!</title><content type='html'>O expresie ce ne va manca zilele, oriunde ne- am duce! Aseara un prieten imi spune asa in treacat, ca este vorba despre o criza inventata si nu de oricine, ci de  vesnicii conducatori ai lumii-evreii! Am avut atunci un moment de tresarire, aducandu- mi aminte de o carte pe care am citit-o cu ani in urma:" Texte care au zguduit lumea". Am cautat-o si am rasfoit din nou acele pagini, cautand raspunsuri. Le-am gasit din nefericire pt noi cei multi, mi am zis iar ca nimic nu e intamplator pe lumea asta. Iata ce m- a surprins ca se potriveste zilelor pe care le traim, voi spicui ce mi se pare elocvent, incepand cu acest titlu:" Puterea evreiasca francmasona este de neinvins" Si am trecut la lectura.......Puterea aurului a inlocuit puterea guvernelor liberale...cuvantul nostru de ordine este forta si ipocrizia, violenta trebuie sa fie un principiu, viclenia si ipocrizia sa fie o regula. RAUL, este singurul mijloc de a ajunge la scopul dorit, binele. Razboaiele economice, sunt temelia suprematiei evreiesti. Forta o obtinem prin presa, o folosim sa ne cunoasca influienta, gratie ei am strans aurul. Ne folosim de dezordinea creata, de flecarii neobositi in a le sti pe toate, prin mizerie, saracie si ura, noi ne servim. Cand vrem mai multa putere, noi cream un dezastru fie ECONOMIC, fie social. Pentru a ruina industria, vom dezvolta speculatia, gustul luxului..... Vom face sa se ridice salariile, care nu vor aduce nimic folositor, decaderea  agriculturii.....De la noi vine teroarea care cuprinde totul...Dar mai bine sa ma opresc aici, deoarece cruzimea gandirii lor pare nepamanteana, daca spun cu atata usurinta ca ei sunt creatorii raului si al dezastrelor economice, atunci astazi traim o noua criza cred superficiala, doar pentru a se forma o noua ordine pe lumea asta. Concluzia mea este ca nu ar trebui sa ne lasam manevrati si sa strigam ca nu credem in aceasta criza si nu credem in saracia ce vor s-o provoace destul de usor. Cert e ca, conducatorii de state nu sunt intamplatori, obama nu este intamplator, l au dorit, era nevoie de el si originea lui....Prietenul meu avea  dreptate.......Si? Ce facem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4371940655945882002?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4371940655945882002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4371940655945882002' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4371940655945882002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4371940655945882002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/01/criza-economica.html' title='Criza economica!!!!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-2790580020798791719</id><published>2009-01-18T14:24:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:14:42.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumusete si inteligenta- ELENA UDREA</title><content type='html'>Sunt doua ingrediente pentru reusita. Sunt doua atuuri cautate, ravnite,  dar si invidiate de cei/cele care nu le poseda. Sunt doua calitati ce din pacate se intalnesc  mai rar- combinate. Separat, da, le regasim peste tot dar nu au valoare par a fi doar niste calitati si atat. Vazand astazi cu,  cata dezinvoltura Elena Udrea ne- a reprezentat la targul de turism din  Stuttgart, mi- am spus fara ezitare ca aceasta femeie minunata va reusi sa revolutioneze nu numai ministerul pe care-l conduce ci si imaginea noastra generala, care tare-i "sifonata" de chipurile obosite  ce ne- au 'terorizat" 18 ani. De cand ma stiu am iubit tot ce tine de frumos si eleganta, mai rar imi placeau la noi femeile, nu gaseam acel ceva, acel farmec combinat cu frumusete si inteligenta ca  ale ELENEI UDREA( vorbesc de frumusetea naturala  si nu cea data de bisturiu), n am nimic cu acest gen de frumusete, din contra chiar admir pt curaj, dar atat. A aparut si bine a facut, cred ca se cerea o femeie care sa puna punct trecutului, sa sparga barierele nonconformismului prin atitudine, indrazneala si de ce nu cu  aerul proaspat dat in peisajul politic si nu numai.  Sigur va reusi, nimic nu ar putea s-o impiedice sa nu- si lase amprenta pe unde trece. O amprenta, ce va ramane in istoria politicii romanesti. Existenta si ambitia ei ma motiveaza si ii multumesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-2790580020798791719?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2790580020798791719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=2790580020798791719' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2790580020798791719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2790580020798791719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/01/frumusete-si-inteligenta-elena-udrea.html' title='Frumusete si inteligenta- ELENA UDREA'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6842687357450873123</id><published>2009-01-15T13:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:55:42.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce este nefericirea?</title><content type='html'>Daca nu stim bine ce este fericirea, atunci nefericirea ce este, cine o determina? Nu e zi sa nu ne treaca pe la urechi, cuvantul nefericire, in contextul diverselor situatii. Sunt momente cand descoperim cu durere ca suntem nefericiti, ne oprim din valtoarea cotidianului si meditam, cautam o cale spre fericire. Pana si marii filozofi, au incercat sa o defineasca, chiar si dragostea. Dar ei au ajuns la o concluzie cat de cat comuna ca trairile sunt cu miliardele  si ca au doar puncte de plecare asemanatoarea. Deci, desfasurarea fericirii si nefericirii e diferita de la om la om. Freud are teorii, dar dupa cum stim si el s a intrebat pe patul de moarte dupa ce o viata a "disecat" femeia, ca nu stie pana la urma cine e! Orice teza duce spre un semn de intrebare, nimeni n a indraznit sa  puna, punct in ceva anume. Nici noi cei care  macar ne intrebam, nu stim daca vom afla. Eu analizez cateodata, daca sunt sau nu fericita, toti spun ca da-amuzant nu? Nu indraznesc sa mi dau raspunsul, prefer sa ma mint, sau sa las in van gandul....&lt;br /&gt;Propun si citatul zilei:" Un vis frumos nu poate fi realizat fara durere" Il stiu de ani de zile, nu l- am uitat deoarece am spus ca e o mare cruzime ceea ce afirma!&lt;br /&gt;Voi vizitatorii mei, cum sunteti, fericiti sau nefericiti? Va provoc macar la o analiza in intimitatea voastra, nu neaparat  aici pe blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6842687357450873123?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6842687357450873123/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6842687357450873123' title='20 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6842687357450873123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6842687357450873123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/01/ce-este-nefericirea.html' title='Ce este nefericirea?'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-8955927955426349764</id><published>2009-01-12T14:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:09:26.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nici aparentele nu mai pot insela</title><content type='html'>Iata ca am ajuns sa gandesc si asa, ca nimeni si nimic nu ne mai poate amagi. Am tras aceasta concluzie, in urma semnalelor si discutiilor avute cu cei din jurul meu, apoi gandindu ma la mine, mi- am dat seama ca si eu sunt la fel, adica intro stare de nedumerire totala! Ce vom face in acest an este greu sa mai prezici, planuri nici atat, deoarece exista riscuri de esec, afacerile sunt amenintate la toate nivelurile macro/micro, veniturile se pot subtia si cui ii convine?! Sa traim in nestiinta fenomenului de azi, sau amagindu- ne tot nu vom scapa de realitate, ne va lovi acolo unde suntem mai sensibili, acolo unde calirea nu se poate face niciodata. Simt ca starile emotionale ale noastre vor fi afectate, vor fi insomnii, vor fi dezastre in sufletele multora. Prieteni care pareau ffff puternici ieri mi au parut cei mai slabi oameni, credeam ca eu sunt cel mai sensibil poate "slab" om, dar ce greseala! Oamenii ce par puternici sau chiar sunt, clacheaza cel mai usor. De ce? Ei nu accepta o pauza o relaxare in ceea ce fac, banul ii conduce, ii poseda. Cand i am intrebat daca au datorii, au rezerve si sunt la adapost, s au speriat si mai rau, acest aspect nu- l analizasera suficient de bine! Ar fi momentul sa avem TOTI aceasta grija si sa stam putin mai mult sa meditam la  ce e mai important in viata, banii sau NOI? Aleg fara ezitare NOI. Voi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-8955927955426349764?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8955927955426349764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=8955927955426349764' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8955927955426349764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8955927955426349764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2009/01/nici-aparentele-nu-mai-pot-insela.html' title='Nici aparentele nu mai pot insela'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5284854679825212832</id><published>2008-12-30T18:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:47:33.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima zi</title><content type='html'>Da, se apropie ultima zi din an, poate e bine, poate e rau, depinde cum vrem sa privim acest eveniment! Unii dintre noi uita frumusetea si placerea vietii- isi contabilizeaza SFARSITUL ANULUI  succesul si contul, altii ironizeaza tot ce li se intampla si isi zic ce-o da Domnul, altii traiesc la intamplare fara responsabilitati, iar cei mai apreciati de mine isi inventariaza sufletul si daca l-a facut fericit, daca i-a dat hrana spirituala, bunatatea vietii, bunatatea si frumusetea de a iubi, de a darui fara sa se gandeasca la cel mai ieftin lucru si anume cum sa- i cumpar sufletul!!!! Si ce pacat, tot ei vor suferi cel mai mult, imi este mila si de acesti oameni care nu-si asculta macar odata inima  si n-o  face fericita. De aceia as face ceva daca as putea pt lumea nefericita, le- as cere sa se opreasca un pic si sa se intrebe daca sunt FERICITI. Dar pot face eu asta? Nu, dar incerc prin acest eseu, incerc in anonimatul meu, sa spun ca anul care trece  a fost frumos numai daca ati descoperit esenta si valoarea vietii, daca nu ati descoperi-o atunci va doresc sincer ca anul care vine sa va aduca acest sentiment in cale.......LA MULTI ANI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5284854679825212832?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5284854679825212832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5284854679825212832' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5284854679825212832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5284854679825212832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultima-zi.html' title='Ultima zi'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4569247294842785104</id><published>2008-12-21T15:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:18:33.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In fiecare an e un inceput</title><content type='html'>Dar nu de Anul Nou, nu suport aceasta festa. In schimb Craciunul e sfant e mirific, ma transforma radical intr-o copila aproape infantila, deoarece imi impun   sa ma amagesc cu tot ce mi  s-a spus in copilarie de bunici,  ca este  adevarat. Da, bunicii, of cat i am iubit. Jocul lor de a ma face sa cred ca vine Mosul ala batran, cu sacul plin- dupa fapte-  eeeei si cum ii mai ascultam, cum mancam la dorinta lor pana imi venea rau.... numai sa nu i supar. Gaseam  cu prietenul meu de suflet  Ovidiu, doua trei scaune rasturnate un pic de deranj in sufragerie, cica- ziceau ei, mosul e batran si nu vede bine, iar eu copil docil si prostut, credeam, grav e ca si acum ma amagesc.....dar degeaba. Nimic nu mai e cum a fost, deoarece nici bunicii nu mai sunt, m- au parasit. Buna-asa ii ziceam- acum 5 ani, desi o imploram in spital sa nu ma lase si ea imi clipea din ochii ca ma aude si nu ma lasa.....Dar intro noapte torida intru- un spital, numai noi doua la reanimare.... s- a stins si atunci am realizat cat sunt de singura....ca pe bunici nimeni nu- i poate inlocui, nici parintii, nici fratii, nici sotii sau sotiile, nimeni. Ca numai bunicii, reuseau sa ne amageasca de bunatatea  Mosului, numai ei stiau cum sa ne "minta", numai ei au fost si sunt perfecti, ca numai ei stiau sa ne dojeneasca cu vorba-i dulce, numai cu ei puteam fi obraznica, fara sa fiu "altoita", numai cu ei ma simteam PERFECT. Dar acum, am descoperit o alta parte a frumusetii vietii, o alta etapa. Si mai sper, ca si voi cei care-mi cititi eseul sa fiti fericiti si iubiti, chiar VREAU asta si va impun sa fiti fericiti. Haideti sa asteptam Craciunul, poate va fi bine, poate vom avea surprize placute, poate......vine Mosul ala batran aproape orb.....care o sa ne rastoarne prin casa obiectele  ce-i stau in cale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4569247294842785104?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4569247294842785104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4569247294842785104' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4569247294842785104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4569247294842785104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-fiecare-e-un-inceput.html' title='In fiecare an e un inceput'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6021968476456615873</id><published>2008-12-21T14:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:42:37.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieteni</title><content type='html'>Pentru a posta la mine pe blog, complectati casuta cu acel cod ce va apare, apoi bifati: nume  sau anonim. Ce doriti E foarte simplu acum. Multumesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6021968476456615873?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6021968476456615873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6021968476456615873' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6021968476456615873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6021968476456615873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/12/prieteni.html' title='Prieteni'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6167536951057762038</id><published>2008-12-03T16:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:48:24.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fi cateva clipe copil...</title><content type='html'>.....pare un joc frumos, ce face bine sufletului. A crede in ceva in care parintii nostrii, cu atata sarg ne spunea ca exista, Mos Nicolae, Mos Craciun, merita din respect pt staruinta lor sa credem. Sa ne amagim frumos, sa daruim care cum si cat putem, sa fim toleranti si mai zambitori, ne va face fericiti! In aceasta peioada eu doar voi darui.....si chiar ma simt bine, SUNT FERICITA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6167536951057762038?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6167536951057762038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6167536951057762038' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6167536951057762038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6167536951057762038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/12/fi-cateva-clipe-copil.html' title='A fi cateva clipe copil...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4368764185692491230</id><published>2008-11-22T14:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:08:20.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O poveste.....</title><content type='html'>......de iarna trimisa de prietena noastra NG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4368764185692491230?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4368764185692491230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4368764185692491230' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4368764185692491230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4368764185692491230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-poveste.html' title='O poveste.....'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4340558629116360024</id><published>2008-11-20T09:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:12:04.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Posibil.....</title><content type='html'>......sa traiesc intro mare eroare! Meditand asupra acestei constatari, cred ca vad lumea asa cum vreau eu sa fie, nu asa cum este in realitate. Daca e sa ma ghidez dupa o intelepciune tibetana care afirma aprox asa:"Cand vrei ceva, tot Universul conspira pentru ca tu sa obtii ceea ce dorsesti", imi este prea greu sa inteleg profunzimea acestei gandiri, poate ca nu am capacitatea de a recunoate acele semnale de la Univers, poate nici nu le merit!!!!Dar cine le merita? Am invatat in timp, ca exista un limbaj fara cuvinte, ca trebuie sa descifrezi ceea ce ti se transmite, refuz aceasta cale de a ghici. E prea filozofica si complicata, mie imi plac lucrurile simple si frumoase.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4340558629116360024?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4340558629116360024/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4340558629116360024' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4340558629116360024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4340558629116360024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/posibil.html' title='Posibil.....'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4334472130401871951</id><published>2008-11-08T09:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:28:57.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Puterea necuvantului doare</title><content type='html'>Daca as pleca de la premiza ca orice zi este o mica viata, poate totul ar fi mai frumos, dar nu suficient. Avem o viata de la D-zeu, el ne calauzeste, dar de multe ori nu primim ceea ce ne dorim si aici as aminti ce spunea Cioran, un crud adevar pe care multi nu-l accepta:" Prin orice pot cadea in lume, numai printr-o mare iubire nu" Lucrurile se schimba de multe ori din rau in mai rau, fugim de ce ni se ofera, fugim de noi, fugim crezand ca ne va fi mai bine, fugim de noi insine.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4334472130401871951?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4334472130401871951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4334472130401871951' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4334472130401871951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4334472130401871951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/puterea-necuvantului-doare.html' title='Puterea necuvantului doare'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7496831446513438876</id><published>2008-11-05T09:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:04:29.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvintele de multe ori pot face rau....</title><content type='html'>.....am constatat acest lucru, in special ieri 4 noiembrie. Vreau ca aceasta zi sa nu fi existat, vreau ca doua persoane putin spus dragi mie sa uite aceasta zi, este mai mult decat un blestem. O sa port povara cuvintelor de ieri cu demnitate...........Raman fidela ideii ca: "Adevarul nu trebuie negat"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-7496831446513438876?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7496831446513438876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7496831446513438876' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7496831446513438876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7496831446513438876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/cuvintele-de-multe-ori-pot-face-rau.html' title='Cuvintele de multe ori pot face rau....'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-6681971396381302116</id><published>2008-11-04T09:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:01:15.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si azi.......</title><content type='html'>.....nu renunt la vis  si nici maine...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-6681971396381302116?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6681971396381302116/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=6681971396381302116' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6681971396381302116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/6681971396381302116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-azi.html' title='Si azi.......'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4825310023898207762</id><published>2008-11-02T10:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:41:45.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu renunt......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nfrânt nu eşti atunci când sângeri,&lt;br /&gt;nici ochii când în lacrimi ţi-s.&lt;br /&gt;Adevăratele înfrângeri&lt;br /&gt;sunt renunţările la vis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4825310023898207762?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7320992193657804485</id><published>2008-11-01T21:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:33:16.228+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Storia d'amore...</title><content type='html'>Isi are rost existenta? Daca da, pentru cine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-7320992193657804485?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7320992193657804485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7320992193657804485' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7320992193657804485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7320992193657804485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/11/storia-damore.html' title='Storia d&apos;amore...'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4193399851962381174</id><published>2008-10-29T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:29:04.942+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siamo soli!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlpZ5aVl-Jw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4193399851962381174?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4193399851962381174/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4193399851962381174' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4193399851962381174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4193399851962381174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/siamo-soli.html' title='Siamo soli!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-3111027913405622322</id><published>2008-10-29T09:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:27:01.668+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditez doar!</title><content type='html'>Si as incepe cu o intrebare, fireasca pusa de Pascal si care mi a ramas in minte de ceva vreme:"Ce himera mai este acest om?  Se pare ca traim o noua etapa  a constiintei, adica nu o mai punem in valoare, sau nu mai avem timp sa avem constiinta, ne "vindem"prea usor, unei cauze, unui loc de munca, unei oferte mai avantajoase-care presupune minimalizarea personalitatii tale, cerandu se sa nu mai fii om ci executant.....Politica devine doar captivanta si personala-nu are a face cu omul sau constiinta omului! Cand inlocuim comunicarea directa cu cu modul de a gandi ascuns, ne dedublam fata de sine. Avem atatea cuvinte frumoase, cu sensuri pe intelesul tuturor si nu indraznim sa le folosim pentru a nu fi slabi. Eu nu sunt asa, prefer cuvantul in orice situatie..... Dar cat de mult gresim! Cuvantul este magic, te poate ridica din abis, te poate face sa crezi in ceea ce alegi, te poate face special. Dar, tot cuvantul iti poate darama orice farama de credinta pe care o mai posezi. Se mai spune ca, fiecare se intelege pe sine, dar eu nu cred asta! In naivitatea mea, cred in cuvant, cred in tot ce e frumos, sensibil si de calitate.  Cred in manifestarea omului, in exaltarea lui si a sentimentelor lui, cred in tot ce tine de binele lui. Dar stiu ca din nou gresec, stiu ca traim vremuri salbatice.... raul de multe ori invinge!Vinovat este cel care lasa sa invinga raul!Si ce pacat......Am spus, doar meditez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-3111027913405622322?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3111027913405622322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=3111027913405622322' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3111027913405622322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/3111027913405622322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/meditez-doar.html' title='Meditez doar!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-8849538545732090590</id><published>2008-10-29T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:56:37.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caderea personalitatii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-8849538545732090590?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2473109497716979095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/2473109497716979095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/intreb.html' title=''/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4514996263811113612</id><published>2008-10-20T15:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:22:27.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4514996263811113612?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4514996263811113612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4514996263811113612' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4514996263811113612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4514996263811113612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/pacatul-increderii.html' title=''/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-269004233357332550</id><published>2008-10-18T09:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:53:08.378+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT ADEVAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="FR" &gt; Prin orice pot cadea in lumea asta, numai printr-o mare iubire nu. Iar atunci cand iubirii tale i s-ar raspunde cu dispret sau cu indiferenta, cand toti oamenii te-ar abandona si cand singuratatea ta ar fi suprema parasire, toate razele iubirii tale ce n-au putut patrunde in altii ca sa-i lumineze sau sa le faca intunericul mai misterios se vor rasfrange si se vor reintoarce in tine, pentru ca in clipa ultimei parasiri stralucirile lor sa te faca numai lumina si vapaile lor numai caldura. Si atunci intunericul nu va mai fi o atractie irezistibila si nu te vei mai ameti la viziunea prapastiilor si adancimilor. Dar ca sa ajungi la accesul luminii totale, la extazul absolutei splendori, pe culmile si limitele beatitudinii, dematerializat de raze si purificat de seninatati, trebuie sa fi scapat definitiv de dialectica luminii si a intunericului, sa fi ajuns la autonomia absoluta a intaiului termen. Dar cine poate avea o iubire atat de mare?” Emil Cioran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-269004233357332550?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/269004233357332550/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=269004233357332550' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/269004233357332550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/269004233357332550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-adevar.html' title='CAT ADEVAR'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-7166851071325625570</id><published>2008-10-16T18:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:35:08.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>firesc!</title><content type='html'>Consider ca a merge la intalnirea cu Elena Udrea, este un lucru aparte, dar nu numai, voi cunoaste oameni  "noi" adica simpaticii bloggeri. E o oportunitate pentru fiecare.  Astept evenimentul!  Asa,  am raspuns si amicului meu din Ploiesti, care sper sa ne onoreze cu prezenta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-7166851071325625570?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7166851071325625570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=7166851071325625570' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7166851071325625570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/7166851071325625570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/firesc.html' title='firesc!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-1748219437987091858</id><published>2008-10-08T17:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:08:51.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplitatea lucrurilor</title><content type='html'>Traim momente ciudate cu trimitere spre vulgar. Un vulgar acceptat de o mare majoritate, iar cand cineva vine si spune NU, este privit ciudat sau neinteles! Subscriu acestor "ciudatenii"pe care  le gasesc atat de speciale atat de unice, atat de rare....Admir curajul celui care mai spune azi, ca vrea doar lucrurile simple, ca numai acolo gaseste valoarea frumosului a purului....Recunosc, ma fascineaza tot ce altii nu pot intelege!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-1748219437987091858?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1748219437987091858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=1748219437987091858' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1748219437987091858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/1748219437987091858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/10/simplitatea-lucrurilor.html' title='Simplitatea lucrurilor'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-8043195175234975265</id><published>2008-09-24T09:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:59:29.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindromul MISOGIN</title><content type='html'>Dreptul de  a face  politca il are oricine, dar cand O FEMEIE, are curajul aprope barbatesc, de a se expune, in tara noastra se dezvolta sindromul MISOGIN. Da. Azi pare ca s-a extins la nivel maxim! Pericolul, ca O FEMEIE FRUMOASA, INTELIGENTA si BLONDA, starneste fiori, masculilor e de neconceput. Cum adica, sa vina o femeie si sa ne eclipseze, isi zic domnii? Greu de acceptat! Sa fim supusii unei femei in politica? Imposibil isi zic iar domnii. Ei si uite asa d Elena Udrea, incurca itele, barbatilor misogini si nu vor invinge atacand-o, din contra o intareste. A o mistifica, a o nauci cu vorbe mari sau mici, a o trimite ACASA, va face sa aratati cat sunteti de slabi in fata unei femei, aceea fiind omul politician ELENA UDREA. Este o vorba, ca teroarea si invaluirea din toate partile, cuprinde panica si te face sa reunti. Nu sperati asta dragi misogini. Elena Udrea, e  sustinuta, iubita,  respectata si  toate acestea dau puterea de sine. Constrangerea opozitiei in cazul nostru nu functioneaza, asta-i crucea de dus, dar sa aveti si puterea s-o faceti!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-8043195175234975265?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8043195175234975265/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=8043195175234975265' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8043195175234975265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/8043195175234975265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sindromul-misogin.html' title='Sindromul MISOGIN'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5254201124053925917</id><published>2008-09-17T09:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:49:03.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'>As vrea.....</title><content type='html'>.....sa inteleg  de ce sunt momente in viata, cand doresti sa te dedici unui fapt imosibil! Imi incerc mintea sa vad daca-mi raspunde, dar persista in ideea unui gand aproape imposibil si anume, de a trai macar un an din viata mea, cu un Maiestru tibetan, sa ma descopere, sa ma faca sa inteleg de ce acesta-i drumul meu de parcurs si nu altul, de ce nu inteleg mocirla  zilei de azi, de ce viata e atat de tulbure, atat de complicata.....As vrea sa inteleg ce inseamna limbajul inima-ratiune. Stiu ca numai un mare intelept ar putea sa mi explice, dar......eu cum ajung la el?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5254201124053925917?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5254201124053925917/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5254201124053925917' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5254201124053925917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5254201124053925917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-vrea.html' title='As vrea.....'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5917849119970369939</id><published>2008-09-14T16:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:14:42.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>misterul vietii mele!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5917849119970369939?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5917849119970369939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5917849119970369939' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5917849119970369939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5917849119970369939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/misteru.html' title='misterul vietii mele!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-97552218539447496</id><published>2008-09-14T16:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:04:50.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>misterul vietii mele!</title><content type='html'>Oare e bine sa aflu cine si ce poate fi misterul vietii mele? Asa se intreba un mare scriitor pe care il ador, Ernest Hemingway.Daca el n-a aflat, atunci poate reusesc eu, cine stie?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-97552218539447496?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/97552218539447496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=97552218539447496' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/97552218539447496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/97552218539447496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/misterul-vietii-mele.html' title='misterul vietii mele!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4931876211157934437</id><published>2008-09-13T09:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:49:09.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc toamna!</title><content type='html'>Refuz aceasta zi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4931876211157934437?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4931876211157934437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4931876211157934437' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4931876211157934437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4931876211157934437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/urasc-toamna.html' title='Urasc toamna!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-9020898913220703195</id><published>2008-09-12T09:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:48:16.317+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stapani!</title><content type='html'>Exact, asta ma mira, daca avem stapani, daca cineva vegheaza asupra noastra, cine-mi continua eul, cine mi-l modeleaza, deoarece NOI nu avem aceasta putere, nu stim cine suntem, care-i rolul nostru!!!!! Traim de mii de ani dupa teorii scrise de ALTII(!!!) , le acceptam fara sa punem intrebari, admitand tacit conceptiile lor. Dar cine sunt ei?&lt;br /&gt;   Ma amagesc atunci si azi, spunandu-mi ca nu am stapan si ca ceva supranatural are grija de mine! Altfel, as fi fost extrem de rea, critica si intoleranta. Iti multumesc Putere Divina, ca nu ma lasi sa fiu decat, toleranta, ironica, exclusivista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-9020898913220703195?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/9020898913220703195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=9020898913220703195' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/9020898913220703195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/9020898913220703195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/stapani.html' title='Stapani!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-4285923591312545840</id><published>2008-09-10T13:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:22:04.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchimie?</title><content type='html'>Eternul indemn de a ne urma visurile, pare o iluzie, sau o poveste pe care ne-o alimentam facand-o sa devina hrana spirituala. Totul incepe de la o aventura prin viata, copilareasca, apoi descoperi exotismul vietii gusti si-ti place, simti ca vrei mai mult, cauti "comori" ce nu pot fi aflate, bogatiile lumesti par a fi alchimie, te intrebi daca suporti perfectiunea DAR stupoare, zidul realitatii nu te lasa! Ce facem atunci? Cine  din jurul tau are puterea de ati explica ca, ALCHIMIA, nu e pamantena, cine are puterea de ati demola VISUL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-4285923591312545840?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4285923591312545840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=4285923591312545840' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4285923591312545840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/4285923591312545840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/alchimie.html' title='Alchimie?'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350519761414504716.post-5700896781079494154</id><published>2008-09-08T19:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:40:35.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce!</title><content type='html'>Ma intreb de ce doresc acest blog, poate sub impulsul unui sfat, poate chiar am ce spune, sau.... asa aiurea.  Daca nu voi putea sa comunic, daca voi simti inutil acest mod de comunicare, sunt libera sa spun nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350519761414504716-5700896781079494154?l=lumassa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5700896781079494154/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350519761414504716&amp;postID=5700896781079494154' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5700896781079494154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350519761414504716/posts/default/5700896781079494154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumassa.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-ce.html' title='De ce!'/><author><name>LuMassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03650050005475151722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Scok8BZ6xBA/Sc4r3pi9seI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fssr7z8tN9c/S220/Picture+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
