tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858561378655763492024-02-22T13:45:27.687-08:00Blow My Mind~ Iar tu imi faceai portretul in creion.Dar nu stiai ca plang.Si in desenele tale totul era vesel,iar pentru mine totul era mort. ~ Copyright ©Cum am omorat-o pe Diana.Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-43883783352890523792014-09-22T12:13:00.002-07:002014-09-22T12:13:32.444-07:00You make me wanna die, killer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Te-ai dematerializat din fiinta mea, esti in fata mea, chip de lut stins. Esti vinovatul sangelui ce curge din mine, sclipirea rosiatica care se diminueaza cu fiecare secunda se vede pe mainile tale, esti plin de mine, plin de vinovatie. Numele meu este scris pe tine cu o pana stacojie, cat timp vei nega aceasta? Iti vei nega victima cu fiecare pas ce-l vei trece peste cioburi de sticla in care mintea-ti joaca feste din trecut, amintindu-ti in fiecare zi cum m-ai calcat in picioare?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Numele tau este scris pe si in mine. Faci parte din mine, imi esti prezent in fiinta, esti cel ce imi ghideaza sangele prin vene. Ai uitat ca sangele meu este inghetat de cand ai incetat sa-mi incalzesti trupul? Fiinta mea urla tradare si inselaciune, minciuni. Esti o minciuna ce mi-a cuprins inima si mi-a strans-o in lanturile agoniei. Iti amintesti cum vedeai stelele prin ochii mei? Stelele s-au stins, dar si acum isi amintesc ochii tai marini.</i></span></div>
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<br />Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-32408665012607773302014-08-24T09:34:00.001-07:002014-08-24T09:35:05.831-07:00Rece si gol.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Si stelele din ochii tai imi zambeau si ma ridicau deasupra norilor. acolo oamenii erau la fel de mici precum insectele, iar tot ce stiam se regasea in tine. nu voiam sa se mai termine. glasul tau imi era muzica, iar cuvintele tale se armonizau perfect. dar, ca si stelele, nimic nu este etern.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">stelele din ochii tai s-au departat imprastiind o lumina fada in urma lor. cadeam, iar pe masura ce cadeam, lumina disparea. pamantul era atat de rece. atat de rece. si ma simteam atat de singura si rupta in mii de bucati. impactul a fost fatal pentru inima mea.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><em><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"În serile în care berile m-au îmbătat, în serile în care alte fete-au fost la mine-n pat, în serile în care fumul mă făcea fericit, în serile în care toate astea te-au înlocuit, ştii orice n-ai face acum oricum mă laşi rece, scuză-mă, dar asta e o stare ce nu-mi trece, trecând prin destule, n-aveam cum să rămân bun, de aia am ajuns ăsta de acum, deja am inimă de piatră ce pulsează-n lavă, şi-un suflet veninos ce se hrăneşte cu otravă. e nasol, cică n-ai linişte, liniştea se ridică si arde inimioara, cheamă pompierii."</span></strong></em></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>-GRATIMA</strong></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><em><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></strong></em></span></span></div>
Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-91040323930539099822013-09-04T11:11:00.002-07:002013-09-04T11:11:24.981-07:00Fragment de poveste.
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dezmierdându-mi obrazul şi apropiindu-mi trupul de al sau. Tremuram. Mai apoi,
i-am zărit ochii patrunzători, de culoarea mării căutându-mi privirea. </em></span></span></div>
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pun suflet, doar gânduri... Mai târziu vei uita. I-am ţinut privirea sobru,
cateva secunde, căci doar atât puteam rezista.</em></span></span></div>
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iubi un scriitor de modă veche ca mine? Nimeni. Nu pot dărui nimic. </em></span></strong></span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Pot doar a scrie pe o foaie cu cerneală tot ceea ce
sufletu-mi dictează spre a mea iubire, pot dărui doar cuvinte frumos armonizate
ca într-o piesă de-a lui Mozart sau de-a lui Bethoveen.</em></span></strong></div>
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într-o bibliotecă prăfuită sau venite pe moment, din mine.</em></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Pot privi apusul alături de tine, stând liniştită, la
pieptu-ţi, tăcând... tăcând, descifrându-ţi tăcerea sau îţi pot povesti despre
culorile frumoase ale soarelui şi ale cerului, despre felul cum soarele se
pierde în asfinţit.</em></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Uneori îţi voi spune să mă laşi singură, între ale mele
cărţi şi scrieri pentru că vocea ta, privirea ta, ochii tăi radianţi îmi vor
distrage atenţia din ale mele nevoi singuratice, dar tu, iubirea mea, tu să
stai lângă mine tăcând, să fii ca un paznic şi să mă aştepţi, căci atunci îţi
voi aprecia mai mult grija, compania şi te voi răsplăti de două ori mai mult.</em></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Alteori, în unele nopţi melancolice, nici eu nu voi ştii ce
am, cum mă simt, nu voi avea o nevoie de lectură, voi fi pierdută în gânduri
seci, atunci voi avea nevoie de tine mai mult ca oricând să fii lângă mine, să
mă asculţi chiar de nu vei înţelege vrun cuvânt, să-mi vorbeşti duios, să mă
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de mine, de un sfat, de o grijă, de vorbe voi fi lângă tine trup şi suflet,
căci sufletul unui scriitor este mare, dar neînţeles.</em></span></strong></div>
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şi răbdare la fereastră să-mi vii acasă.</em></span></strong></div>
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ale spatiului, nu tine cont de cele omenesti sau neomenesti.</strong></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> Nu ţine
cont de cât de mult sufletul pe care l-a luat în grija a fost rănit, de cat de
mult a dăruit fără să primească, de cat de puţin a primit în schimb sau de cât
de mult. Nu ţine cont de câtă depărtare s-a aşezat între persoana ce îndrăgeşte
sau câtă răceală, la fel cum sclipirea din ochii celui îndrăgostit nu-şi pierde
din fascinaţie cand întâlneşte privirea iubitei.</strong></span></div>
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Primeşte tot, de la ceva microscopic şi material până la ceva cu adevărat
frumos şi sufletesc.</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Dragostea se sacrifică, iartă, face tot pent</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>ru persoana-i
dragă; de la dăruire totală până la distrugere. Nu poate fi înţeleasă, nu poate
fii cântată, scrisă, povestită sau orice altceva prin care oamenii ar încerca
să o arate, să găsescă o explicaţie ştiinţifică sau să o dăruiască pe deplin.
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va deveni in curand trecut, o intamplare care ti s-a intamplat azi o vei
povesti cunoscutilor dupa cateva zile la trecut. </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Deci prezentul este un viitor trecut.</strong></span></i></span></div>
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in trecut, viitorul va deveni prezent. Te gandesti azi, prezent, ce vei face </strong></span><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>maine</strong></span></st1:state><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>, viitor, iar cand vine </strong></span><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>maine</strong></span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>, prezent, te gandesti ca azi este
trecut si tot asa pana ce un ‘va fi’ devine ‘este’. </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Deci viitorul este prezent.</strong></span></i></span></div>
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ce nu demult s-au intamplat si ti se intiparesc in mine ca fiind amintiri, erau
odata in prezent. Azi te duci in oras, te bucuri de peisaje si de compania
celor dragi, iar </strong></span><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>maine</strong></span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>,
cand te trezesti, te gandesti la ‘azi’ ca fiind trecut. </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Deci trecutul este prezent.</strong></span></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Zicand
toate acestea, </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>viitorul este trecut</strong></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>.</strong></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Deci,
timpul este inexistent, noi suntem cei care i-am dat un nume fenomenului de
schimbare, de crestere, de dezvoltare, dar in esenta, el nu exista. Este vorba
doar de noi, vorbesc cu un egoism convins, nu?</strong></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Atunci, de
ce ne referim la persoane ca fiind din trecut? Sunt persoane care le vedem in
fiecare zi, doar ca nu mai avem legaturi cu ei, nu mai comunicam. Sunt persoane
cu care am avut ceva de impartasit, dar nu mai avem. Amintirile, faptele,
lucrurile din ceea ce numim noi trecut sunt pastrate in memoria de lunga
durata(MLD), iar cele in care nu vorbim cu aceea persoana, ci doar le mai
aruncam o privire in trecere sunt pastrate in memoria de scurta durata(MSD). De
aceea ne referim la o persoana ca este din trecut, fiindca avem mai multe
amintiri, mai multa tandrete, compasiune, sentimente pe care ni le amintim mai
complex, iar acum cu toate astea fiind disparute, nu ne-a ramas compania acelei
persoane, dar </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">persoana</span> exista in</strong></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> ceea
ce noi numim </strong></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>prezent</strong></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>. </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br />Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-89340355047584500582013-07-23T21:05:00.000-07:002013-07-23T21:10:11.564-07:00Aminteste-ti mereu.<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b>"A fii 'broken' nu inseamna ca trebuie sa fii singura."</b></span></i></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-55227095374781345592013-06-30T15:37:00.001-07:002013-06-30T15:37:05.733-07:002711.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Asta se întâmplă aproape tuturor bărbaţilor: să n-aibă amintiri calde, să nu mai păstreze nimic din toată magia aceea a dragostei fizice. Cred că femeile uită mai greu; trupurile lor păstrează îndelung prezenţa bărbatului pe care l-au iubit sau cunoscut cândva."</span></span></em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- Mircea Eliade, Nuntă în cer.</span></em><br />
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-81510252988902175382013-06-30T07:20:00.004-07:002013-07-01T03:00:59.375-07:00“Seara sunt trist, deci imbecil.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Atunci mă gândesc
la tine şi mă apasă un dor imens. Atunci nu îmi pot consuma dorul în lacrimi reci,
sunt doar lacrimi seci. Atunci mi-aş dori să te strâng în braţe şi să te simt
aproape de mine. Să-ţi aud vocea caldă </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">spunându-mi
cuvintele care </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">au rost doar când prind viaţă din corzile tale vocale. Să mă
pierd de lume şi să mă regăsesc lângă tine. Aş vrea să mă uit în ochii tăi ca
marea, să te sorb din priviri, să îţi aud inima bătând atât de </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">tare incât ar
creşte invidia unui orologiu. Am </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">devenit egoistă. Mă vei ierta pentru asta? Mă
vei ierta pentru confuzia în care mă afund? Sunt complicată, tare complicată.
Mă vei putea accepta aşa, suporta?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Mi-e teamă că
mă vei uita. Din nou..şi din nou, dragostea mea. Mi-e teamă, deoarece eu nu o
voi putea face vreodată.. şi totuşi nu îmi este. Sunt confuză, aş vrea să-ţi
vorbesc, dar mai mult... aş vrea să-mi vorbeşti.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><i>2711.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And you kissed me, but you haven’t any idea of how
lonely I was</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And you loved me, but you haven’t any idea of how hard
is it to be loved by me</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And you stayed with me, even if you knew how
complicated I am</span></span></i></span></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-28350553313436030812013-03-01T11:14:00.000-08:002013-03-01T11:18:48.427-08:00Walking all the long road to you<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">I feel like I'm in chains, chains of wasted love. Everytime.</span></b></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;">Я.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Cateodata imi pierd puterea de a inainta, dar speranta mi-o intareste, speranta si persoana ce-mi are inima in maini.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mi-am pierdut talentul. Am pierdut tot. Sunt un poet decazut. Am nevoie de o pauza.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Am nevoie de ceva, cineva. Am nevoie de multe. </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Vreau sa cred in cineva care-mi va alina suferintele si va avea destula rabdare incat sa se descurce cu mine, sa ma inteleaga, sa ma reintregeasca.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Vreau sa cred in tine. Vreau sa-ti castig increderea, respectul... si in cele din urma, dragostea.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Voi merge, dragul meu, tot drumul pana la tine... asteapta-ma.</span></i></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Cu toata caldura,</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Un poet esuat.</span></i></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span></i></span></span></b></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-39853006338793026922013-02-23T10:46:00.001-08:002013-02-23T10:49:16.929-08:00My heart.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">It's hard to stop yourself when you wanna tell someone that you love him.</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Straluceai. Iar eu eram ca o umbra in lumina ta de o intensitate incredibila.</span></i></span></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></span></div>
Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-35064122767559921532013-01-19T13:38:00.001-08:002013-01-19T13:39:08.043-08:00Nesiguranta.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cu cat il privesc mai mult, cu atat imi dau seama cat de minunat este. Straluceste ca o stea pe un cer plin de nori. Zambetul sau radiaza blandete. Totul este asa placut la el. <br />Dar ma tem ca il voi rani. Poate ar fi mai bine sa nu-i vorbesc vreodata, sa nu-i destainui sentimentele mele patimase.</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Pot sa vad sfarsitul, dar nu si inceputul.</span></span></i></span></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-20361954046228360742013-01-05T12:36:00.000-08:002013-01-05T12:37:27.960-08:00Baby, I need your love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In umbre am putut striga. In lumina am vazut intunericul. In inima ta am vazut iubire.<br />Cum ma pot bucura cand vad sfarsitul? Cum as putea zambi cand vad suferinta?<br />Cum ma pot bucura de prezent cand tot ce am imi este luat de timp?<br />Mi-as dori sa te pot pastra mereu langa mine, dar nu esti aici si... nu am destula putere.<br />Poate dragostea mea este doar o petala uscata ce continua sa sangereze, <br />iar prin firisoarele sangerii imi dau seama ca inca exista, slabita, in mine.</span></span></span></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-51294594706155076202012-12-30T10:43:00.001-08:002012-12-30T10:43:45.979-08:00And I just want to tell you "I love you"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-54797867070845835402012-12-16T13:02:00.003-08:002012-12-16T13:04:00.610-08:00I need you to need me.<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In noaptea aceea, mi-a fost frica sa-ti scriu, sa-ti vorbesc. Mi-a fost frica de respingere. Mi-a fost frica ca vei fi pasiv, ca te vei departa usor, din nou.<br />Daca mi-as cauta in inima, te-as regasi intr-un colt micut si rece? Asa aproape de mine, de sufletul meu? Ai mai fi acolo, ascunzandu-te de simturile mele, ca dragostea de intuitie?<br />Daca te-as ruga frumos ca un copil cuminte, m-ai lasa sa te iubesc? M-ai lasa sa-ti soptesc tot ceea ce simt in simple cuvinte?<br />Daca te-as lasa sa ramai in acel stingher colt, mi-ai putea fagadui ca nu vei pleca? Ca nu te vei evapora si ma vei lasa singura?<br />Daca ti-as dansa in umbre, mi-ai sopti in vise?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-56445765654276885812012-10-12T12:43:00.000-07:002012-10-12T12:43:20.022-07:00O cheama Andreea.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Ar trebui sa tinem minte ziua aceasta.<br />12 octombrie 2012."<br />O zi cu cateva picaturi de ploaie aievea. O zi de toamna. O zi sub umbrela ta. O zi meritata sa traiesti.<br />Make me yours forever and never became a memory.</span></em></span></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-62337550826957053832012-09-15T11:07:00.001-07:002012-09-15T11:07:36.505-07:00Words of another lonely soul.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">Niciodata nu m-am gandit ca imi vei lipsi asa mult, ca voi da fiecare clipa a vietii mele asteptandu-te, ca voi risipi asa multe vise, asa mult timp cu gandul la tine. Niciodata nu credeam ca vei fi atat de important pentru mine. Dar acum esti si parca, fiecare secunda fara tine este risipita. Fiecare vorba, zambet.. fiecare fapt al acestor suflete care se afla in apropierea-mi este fara rost. Se uita usor, se pierde. Oamenii sunt niste fiinte care se pierd in amintiri si isi uita prezentul.<br />Am trait doar pentru tine iar dezobisnuinta de asta a fost chinuitoare. Suferinta pura. Intr-un final m-am obisnuit, dar inca doare. Caci existenta doare, viata doare. Tot ce nu te include este asa trist... dar este in regula.<br />Intr-un final, aceste suflete se regasesc si isi alina singuratatea in prezenta altora care sacrifica totul pentru un minut de fericire.</span></em></span></div>
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-63211981346471505542012-09-10T09:23:00.001-07:002012-09-10T09:25:35.281-07:00Nostalgie<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Faţa îi era crispată, în ochii ei se vedeau tristeţi amăgitoare. Gândul îi era departe, mult prea departe de camera aceea, de mine. Puteam simţi neliniştea din sufletul ei, durerea din torace care o chinuia mereu, disperarea din voce, dar nu zicea nimic. Stătea şi se uita în gol, nemişcată. Uneori credeam că e o statuetă nepreţuită mie, apoi zăream lacrimi în ochii ei mărunţi şi îmi aminteam ca este o fiinţă. Îmi vorbea rar şi când o făcea îşi găsea greu cuvintele.<br />Încercam să fiu lângă ea, dar se îndepărta tot mai mult cu fiecare gest pe care îl făceam. Când o atingeam tresărea, se uita o clipă la mine cu nişte ochii trişti şi goi, îşi apleca puţin capul, timp în care îi mângâiam încet obrazul, apoi pleca. În unele nopţi se cuibărea la pieptul meu şi se liniştea adormind. O sorbeam din priviri, îi şopteam vorbe calde, mă jucam cu şuviţele-i roşcate şi o strângeam tare lângă mine. Atunci nu se speria, mă lăsa să-i fiu alinare a singurătăţii şi, din păcate, doar atât. Uneori, simţeam că mă iubeşte, dar acest lucru se pierdea imediat ce revenea la starea de solitudine. <br />Odată, m-a întrebat melancolică:<br />-Ce doreşti de la mine?<br />-Nimic. I-am răspuns cu un zâmbet cald.<br />-Atunci de ce eşti aici?<br />-Pentru că te iubesc. <br />-Este fără rost, eu nu iubesc. <br />-Nu îţi cer să mă iubeşti, îţi cer să mă laşi să te iubesc, să fiu lângă tine, să fiu medicamentul tău. <br />S-a încruntat.<br />-Vei pleca şi apoi, dacă te voi lăsa să te apropii de mine, îmi vei lipsi.<br />I-am luat mâna într-a mea sărutând-o şi spunându-i că n-am să plec. S-a uitat nostalgic la mine câteva clipe, m-a sărutat pe frunte şi apoi mi-a zâmbit plângând.<br />-Vei pleca. Toţi pleacă.<br />M-am întristat văzând-o aşa. Am luat-o în braţe punându-i căpşorul la pieptul meu încercând s-o liniştesc. <br />Când credeam că adormise, mi-a şoptit:<br />-Te rog să nu pleci.</span></i></span></span><b> </b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-31472190176798389302012-09-09T02:25:00.000-07:002013-07-01T03:10:33.150-07:00I couldnt forget him, so I lost her.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I love HER.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cause she was the one that tried herder and harder to understand me. She loved me. She was always here standing by my side. She never left. She was like a warm wind, but I wasn't something good for her. I've never know how to talk about her, she is special for me and... I don't know how to define someone like. She's the kind of person that could never be replaced. If I'd be a boy, she'd be my soulmate.<br />I've never know how to treat her right or how to keep her fine. I wasnt a good friend. Maybe I'll never be... She is always on my mind and I can remember how we laugh together. The worst feeling in the world is seeing her sad, and even this I'm useless.<br />She's different. She's awesome. <span style="background-color: red;"><b>She</b></span> was-is-will be forever in my <b><span style="background-color: red;">heart</span></b>. She's more than a friend... she's a part of my soul.</span></span><br />
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<br />Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-67892994670323727632012-09-07T15:05:00.003-07:002012-09-07T15:05:53.939-07:00Un trandafir pictat de înger<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Într-o seară târzie de noiembrie l-am rugat să-mi deseneze parfumul unui trandafir cu ochii închişi pe o foaie din Rai. Acesta mi-a desenat un trandafir în dreptul inimii, iar când a plecat, din trandafir au ieşit spini ce mi-au ajuns în inimă. De atunci îi simt mereu. </span></span></i><br />
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Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-44627617045483651622012-09-04T11:13:00.003-07:002012-09-04T11:13:52.475-07:00Mereu târziu.<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Am privit cum iubirea murea în mâinile mele sângerânde. Ochii mei erau goi, iar privirea rece.Nu spunea nimic, dar simţeam ca doare. Am vrut sa-mi şoptesc dorul ei, dar era prea târziu, ea murise, murise... şi eu stăteam mereu la mormântul ei.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dacă dragostea mea ar putea ajunge la ea, dacă ar putea să-i aprindă flacăra vieţii... dar nu poate.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Altă dragoste îi întreţine focul trupului, căci dragostea pentru mine a pierit.</span></i></span></div>
Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-31111684323411690702012-09-03T14:08:00.004-07:002012-09-03T14:08:28.650-07:00Feeling deep in my bones...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Am iubit şi eu cândva şi mi-am jurat că n-o voi mai face niciodată. nu de teama de a fi rănită, ci fiindcă <u>el</u> rămânsese <u>totul</u> pentru <u>mine</u>.</span></span></i></div>
Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-6510381059171619012012-08-29T14:38:00.002-07:002012-08-29T14:39:41.125-07:00My soul for your soul.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Our souls burning out of the bodies that once gives us strenght to move on the road of flames.<br />Our souls are burning inside like fireworks on the moon's light.<br />Taste my body and then drink my soul little by little. Hit my skin with your love eternely, bind me with your arms like towers, then slowly bite my lips.<br />Be my angel in the night, and for once, don't leave my side tonight. be my devil in disguise and hear my screams for you.<br />Even the Heaven is Hell without you.</span></span></i></span>Ana Infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07122980818483854919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885856137865576349.post-44983730252033667072012-08-25T15:44:00.001-07:002012-08-25T15:47:02.044-07:00Let us dream beyond infinity.<div style="color: #674ea7;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Şi se oglindea într-o lume în care părea să fie bine, după mult timp. Cuvintele celorlalti îi atrăgeau atenţia modelându-i încet un zâmbet pe buze. Se întregea puţin câte puţin din lumea de umbre în care trăise. Părea un naufragiat ce fusese salvat. Dar îi era prea frică că durerea va apărea din nou. <br />Un minut de neatenţie şi îşi amintii privirea lui angelică. Nu-l uitase. Doar se pierdea în mulţime ca şi luna în asfinţit...</i></span></div>
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