<?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-3645428546476753437</id><updated>2011-08-08T13:47:30.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inchide becul!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-7391143960151201562</id><published>2009-10-03T23:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:44:45.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>facand gauri in noi.</title><content type='html'>"Exista o fisura in toate; asa patrunde lumina." Anthem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si atunci o sa-mi construiesc o usa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau o sa fac o gaura mare&lt;br /&gt;in peretele protector de sentimente proaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atunci, o sa fiu eu, doar eu, cea care alege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neintentionat.&lt;br /&gt;cine intra sau cine iese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot atunci o sa ma hotarasc sa desenez&lt;br /&gt;-pe coltul tavanului pe care atunci.&lt;br /&gt;cand eram mica, apareau mereu monstruleti urati-&lt;br /&gt;si sa gravez&lt;br /&gt;mii si mii de punctulete albe cu un singur scop.&lt;br /&gt;sa ascund noaptea de tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand simti ca sunt asa, atunci.&lt;br /&gt;si doar atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa apelezi la mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-7391143960151201562?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7391143960151201562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=7391143960151201562' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7391143960151201562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7391143960151201562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2009/10/facand-gauri-in-noi.html' title='facand gauri in noi.'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-8969263072512825701</id><published>2009-10-01T12:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:25:49.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcool afumat</title><content type='html'>Si stiu ca-i prea devreme ca sa-ti spun ca&lt;br /&gt;deja e prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca nu mi-ai dat sansa sa ne&lt;br /&gt;consumam&lt;br /&gt;Am alergat grabita spre totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ai legat de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma tarasti.&lt;br /&gt;Si-ti stingi mucurile de tigara de sufletul meu aprins&lt;br /&gt;de la atatea atingeri de scrum.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu-ti pasa!&lt;br /&gt;Si sper.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma las calcata in picioare&lt;br /&gt;Si tu ma calci cu bocancii tai cu varf de fier&lt;br /&gt;Si eu. continui sa sper.&lt;br /&gt;sa vreau ca lantul cu care m-ai legat sa nu cedeze&lt;br /&gt;dar tu. contribui la contrariu.&lt;br /&gt;turnand alcool pe el si determinandu-l sa rugineasca.&lt;br /&gt;Si stii ca desi rugineste el nu cedeaza?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stii.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca n-o sa intelegi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca dragostea e un himen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pastreaza-l!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-8969263072512825701?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8969263072512825701/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=8969263072512825701' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/8969263072512825701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/8969263072512825701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2009/10/alcool-afumat.html' title='Alcool afumat'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-8282279951920208317</id><published>2009-09-30T13:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:28:20.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Plasma visului este chinul despartirii"</title><content type='html'>"Dovada mortii se afla permanent in fata ochilor mei, dar aceasta moarte a lumii,o moarte care are loc in fiecare clipa, nu se deplaseaza dinspre periferie inspre centru sa ma inghita, ea sta la picioarele mele, se indeparteaza de mine si propria mea moarte e mereu cu un pas inaintea mea.&lt;br /&gt; Cand fiecare lucru e trait pana la capat, nu exista nici moarte, nici regrete si nici macar o falsa primavara, orice moment tarit deschide un nou orizont mai larg, mai cuprinzator din care nu e nicio scapare, decat in a trai.&lt;br /&gt; Fieacare pas inainte este ultimul si cu el moare o lume si tu insusi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-primavara neagra-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-8282279951920208317?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/8282279951920208317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=8282279951920208317' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/8282279951920208317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/8282279951920208317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2009/09/plasma-visului-este-chinul-despartirii.html' title='&quot;Plasma visului este chinul despartirii&quot;'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-3484178861314862000</id><published>2009-08-16T10:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:32:03.054+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moldavia Folk</title><content type='html'>Imbobocesc si vor sa faca primavara in folk-ul moldovenesc.. Ei sunt cei care sunt dispusi sa lase "inca un an sa mai treaca" pana vor inflori de tot.&lt;br /&gt;Despre Nadina, Oana, Andu si Cip - membrii trupei Moldavia Folk, din Iasi- este vorba.&lt;br /&gt;Desi nu au inca piese proprii, cele cu care au ales sa debuteze li se potrivesc perfect, cred eu, si sper ca nu vor ramane doar "pasageri" in lumea folk-ului&lt;br /&gt;Desi eu as vrea sa le ascult toate piesele deodata, pentru ca niciodata nu am rabdare sa ascult una intreaga, gandindu-ma cat de misto este urmatoarea, o sa postez aici doar una.&lt;br /&gt;Restul pe &lt;a href="http://moldaviafolk.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://moldaviafolk.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1cc2b9575bf5760" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-6313184545223063038</id><published>2009-05-23T10:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:38:49.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>waking me up</title><content type='html'>1. Cum te simti azi?&lt;br /&gt;Metallica- The memory remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vei ajunge departe in viata?&lt;br /&gt; Moonspell- Dekadance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cum te vad prietenii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Imnul eroilor :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Te vei casatori vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin- No Quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Care e tema preferata a celui mai bun prieten?&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan- Black Diamand Bay&lt;br /&gt;[folk-ul :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Care e povestea vietii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana- About a Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cum era in liceu?&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theater- After Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cum poti avansa in viata?&lt;br /&gt;Pasarea Colibri- Intoarcere la Orient&lt;br /&gt;[mergand cu spatele :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M.- Underneath the Bunker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ce se preconizeaza pentru weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles- Black Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ce cantec te descrie cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;Sonata Arctica- Land of the Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dar pe bunicii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Gary Moore- Still Got the Blues&lt;br /&gt;[for you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cum iti merge in viata?&lt;br /&gt;Moonspell- Mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ce melodie iti va canta la inmormantare?&lt;br /&gt;Vita de Vie- Ozosep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cum te vede restul lumii?&lt;br /&gt;Korn- Wake Up Hate&lt;br /&gt;[oops]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Vei avea o viata fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan- I Shall Be Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ce cred prietenii cu adevarat despre tine?&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath- Feels Good To Me&lt;br /&gt;[:D with me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Chains- Head Creeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cum sa ma fericesc singura?&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin- Whole Lotta Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?&lt;br /&gt;The Chemical Brothers- Leave Home&lt;br /&gt;[no way]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-6313184545223063038?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/6313184545223063038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=6313184545223063038' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/6313184545223063038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/6313184545223063038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-me-up.html' title='waking me up'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-7859146508499702077</id><published>2008-12-14T12:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:06:17.528+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"trezeste-te, ba. a venit posta."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Catre tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te prind. te pierd. e un prezent obsedant, un prezent mereu incepand si niciodata incetand! Ma obsedeaza el si ma obsedeaza absenta ta in el.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai rataci si nu ma mai lasa sa ma ratacesc. Suntem de un paralelism exacerbat. Daca tu ai fi tu, atunci as avea nevoie de tine ca sa fiu eu. M-am saturat sa merg pe cioburi de amintiri, sa gust cu sete din durere... VREAU.....te vreau pe tine sa ma inund in noi. Ganduri... numai ganduri!!&lt;br /&gt;E acelasi prezent flamand de DOR si de &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229248701_0" style="CURSOR: pointer; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;TINE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ASCULTA.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;El: Catre mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU: - te-ai gandit vreodata ca &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229249278_0" style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; CURSOR: pointer; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;TIMPUL&lt;/span&gt; nu se imparte in PREZENT, trecut si viitor ..... ca totul e spatiu, spatiu gol, pe care noi, cei ce suntem limitati de conditia noastra de oameni l-am numit timp pentru a raporta existenta la ceva verosimil ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........ASCULTA-ti galsul, el e singurul in masura sa-ti sopteasca dulce sa vii la mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incearca sa descoperi si lasa-te descoperit. renunta la tot ce esti si umple-mi spatiul gol lasat de ideea timpului....DE tine depinde tot. eu sunt prins in propriul meu joc ...NOI m-ar putea salva. noi te-ar putea salva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: - e doar un joc? suntem propriile noastre piese? nu-mi vine sa cred ....nu te cred, revino-ti .....constentizeza ce se intampla in jurul tau .......timpul te depaseste ...esti terminat .....game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU: -nu vrei sa ma ajuti, nu vrei sa depasim timpul, nu esti capabil? mai bine te-ai sinucide .gandeste-te la asta. gandeste, macar gandeste. ce bine ar fi sa se termine tot, ce bine ar fi sa nu mai existe maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: - maine va fi maine si maine va fi ziua ta, ziua ta de glorie, ziua in care adevarul va iesi la iveala. Macar recunoaste ca ti-e teama de EA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU: - ea nu poate, macar daca ar incerca, dar nu poate ...stiu sigur ca nu poate ...nu ma poate simti..eu i-am simtit fiecare atingere, fiecare sarut, i-am simtit corpul cald langa al meu, am tresarit la tot ceea ce reprezinta, dar ea nu poate ....nu ma poate simti. Mintea ei este otravita cu realitate, este otravita cu prezent, timp al deznadejdii. as vrea sa-i cer .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: - dar prezentul tau nu e si prezentul ei ......nu-i cere nimic, stiu ce gandesti, nu face in asa fel incat sa distrugi din nou totul ....stiu ca vrei sa fie doar a ta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU: - bine atunci renunt la tot .....AUZI? renunt, raman in lumea ta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: - ramai in lumea noastra ramai in lumea mea ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ea: Tanscendenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma aflu incarcerata intr-un vis pe care nu-l pot razbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mereu noapte, e intuneric aici. TU ma convingi ca e bine. Ma atingi, ma iei, ma ai. Convingeri apar. Temeri dispar.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau asadar un loc....un loc in tine sau langa tine. Ma complac in fericire pentru o clipa.&lt;br /&gt;O clipa, o minune, un infinit...&lt;br /&gt;Dar clipa nu e momentul!&lt;br /&gt;Ma lovesti, ma ignori, ma alungi in realitate. Sunteti complici, TU si realitatea pe care o detesti atat.&lt;br /&gt;K.O. -o lovitura buna intr-un moment de neatentie, un moment de visare.&lt;br /&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5... ma ridic.. pentru ca e atat de simplu sa traiesti aici. Simplu si nu liber. Sa nu uit ca sunt o fugara.. o detinuta disparuta instantaneu din vis. Visul ma urmareste. Ma vrea inapoi.. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229249819_0" style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; CURSOR: pointer; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Oare&lt;/span&gt; TU ce vrei?&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii sau sa nu fii TU? Sa ma ai pentru o clipa ce adevarat sau sa traiesti cu impresia unei relatii?&lt;br /&gt;Eu te vreau pe tine. Ma tem si de vis, ma tem si de realitate. mi-e frica sa nu te pierd!&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-7859146508499702077?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7859146508499702077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=7859146508499702077' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7859146508499702077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7859146508499702077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/trezeste-te-ba-venit-posta.html' title='&quot;trezeste-te, ba. a venit posta.&quot;'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-4630882116735915943</id><published>2008-12-13T18:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:57:48.441+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau fluturi in stomac</title><content type='html'>-un..doi..un..doi..ca soldatii mergem noi. doi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inrolandu-ma in armata de stropi&lt;br /&gt;imorali, [care acum imi par giganti]&lt;br /&gt;imi joc bine rolul.&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi port bocancii cu iz.&lt;br /&gt;de egoism&lt;br /&gt;prin banalitatea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un..doi..un..doi..ca soldatii mergeti voi. toti-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fluturii zboara.&lt;br /&gt;Si fluturii dau cu capul de pereti.&lt;br /&gt;de prosti.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-4630882116735915943?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/4630882116735915943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=4630882116735915943' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/4630882116735915943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/4630882116735915943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/vreau-fluturi-in-stomac.html' title='Vreau fluturi in stomac'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-2360898847636550002</id><published>2008-12-09T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:19:53.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cei mai multi traiesc zile, putini traiesc viata" Nicolae Iorga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; La Drajna traiesti 3 saptamani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Drajna, locul in care inveti ca viata poate dura doar 3 saptamani si stii sigur ca ai trait. Un loc in care timpul simte cum ii dai picioare in fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;25 august 2008, 8:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dimineata in care kilometrul 0 al vietii unor studenti se afla pe platoul Academiei de Politie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si atunci a inceput parcurgerea traseului de dimineti neintarziate, dimineti cu roua de ora 6, cu sufletul la gura de nerabdare a unei noi zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si atunci a inceput parcurgerea zilelor de instructie si de lucruri noi in care greul reprezenta cea mai mare fericire, in care telefonul mobil era cel mai dispensabil obiect in conditiile in care socializatul consta in farmecul serilor de vara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si atunci a inceput parcurgerea traseului serilor in care fete noi se parandau prin fata mea. a ta. a lor. A serilor cu gust de ascunzis, a serilor petrecute pe scarile ce desparteau doua lumi curioase de necunoscutul celeilalte. Niste seri cu iz de consemnare sau de condamnare la fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-2360898847636550002?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/2360898847636550002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=2360898847636550002' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/2360898847636550002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/2360898847636550002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/cei-mai-multi-traiesc-zile-putin.html' title='&quot;Cei mai multi traiesc zile, putini traiesc viata&quot; Nicolae Iorga'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645428546476753437.post-7160787511492631986</id><published>2008-12-03T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:14:15.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>festivalul "necuvantatorilor"</title><content type='html'>si luna decembrie sunt cele care m-au determinat sa-mi creez un blog. Pt a fi una dintre persoanele care au ceva de spus, pentru a conserva sentimentele de-o zi si pentru ca Voltaire spunea "poate ca detest ceea ce spui, dar voi apara cu pretul vietii dreptul tau de a o spune" voi exista de acum AICI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645428546476753437-7160787511492631986?l=highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/feeds/7160787511492631986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645428546476753437&amp;postID=7160787511492631986' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7160787511492631986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645428546476753437/posts/default/7160787511492631986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highway-to-outskirts.blogspot.com/2008/12/festivalul-necuvantatorilor.html' title='festivalul &quot;necuvantatorilor&quot;'/><author><name>sthwrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053330814545702827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svmmWN80hvs/STZ_v6bDPtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/73F8ZtgIinA/S220/PC060886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
