tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35217535891475809112024-03-13T04:54:08.906+02:00ganduri ingropaterebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-28117893340527867272014-03-05T19:57:00.000+02:002014-03-06T23:58:43.777+02:00dor in tine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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pe buze dor imi curge iar
limba-ti strapunge soapta ce fuge prin gand direct in sange. stii ca
acolo se strange toata nevoia mea de-a ajunge. imi fac loc intre coapse
fierbinti. iti dai voie sa ma simti
atingand adancuri, alunecand inspre minti. ti-am sarutat sanii precum saruta
vulturii dimineata si am simtit ca plutesti pe fiecare rasuflare ce-ti
intareste sfarcul in zambetul meu . sunt ude soaptele dintre noi si pielea ne
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musc dorinta.</div>
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respiri prin mine. vreau sa te patrund pana in semnele ce mi
le-ai crestat pe spate. se spune ca suntem niste animale iar eu iubesc salbaticiunea din noi. te devorez fara sa-mi pese ca ma pierd pe mine gustand din tine. uite
ca am invatat sa ne placa matematica iar problemele nu au fost niciodata mai
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ma inveti ce inseamna placerea cu fiecare spasm ce ne leaga
mai strans. pasiune tare; tu impletesti
picioare intr-o prinsoare o nebuna incercare de a ma primi mult mult
mult dupa ce soarele rasare. ma cufund in tine cu toata dorinta de a nu mai parasi
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invalmaseala de trupuri si patima, iubire carnala aprinsa cu
nevoie. ne-am luat doza de salbaticie si pot sa gust instinctul ce ti s-a
strans sub san. nu-mi pot opri cu tremuratul de cand ai urlat deasupra mea
eliberand amintiri despre cat ne-am vrut. mereu ma intreb daca asta e ultima
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ne vedem la rasaritul de maine. sau in apusul de ieri. nu
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sau nu.</div>
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tu nu esti niciodata
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rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-63247256838706292792012-03-01T02:22:00.002+02:002012-03-21T09:44:04.410+02:00Sarut salbatic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR-3x7AU1UeLLBA0QJqyDcILl_bysOm1kDEnLzMk94TdedivHCQzZgH79K8XzVR_av0P1Hv43c7h93apgPhMisgkxztr-94Ofy9eawariFXfOzUfuuloyTdT9t8sMUMtVP2Qeqbi1UcKa/s1600/181519_10150095526002078_567817077_6310060_4167759_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR-3x7AU1UeLLBA0QJqyDcILl_bysOm1kDEnLzMk94TdedivHCQzZgH79K8XzVR_av0P1Hv43c7h93apgPhMisgkxztr-94Ofy9eawariFXfOzUfuuloyTdT9t8sMUMtVP2Qeqbi1UcKa/s320/181519_10150095526002078_567817077_6310060_4167759_n.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Noapte rece ma inconjoara cu fantasmele fulgilor ei si buzele tale sunt acum fulgii de nea. Iti sarut o lacrima de pe oraz, dar altele apar, albe si incununate de gheata. O clipa…si lacrimile cerului curg acum inspre buzele tale sangerii unde eram eu acum doua clipe. Iti patrund in suflet si vad in buzele tale toata caldura de care am nevoie iarna. Ni se scurg amintiri de pe buze doar ca sa le traim din nou in imbratisarea asta calda. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Ne racoreste sufletul noaptea asta rece si praf de iarna ni se asterne pe gene. Fiecare fulg care imi poposeste pe buze ma arde precum sarutul tau dar nici o avalansa nu m-ar cutremura precum sarutul tau salbatic.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> Iti cad stele din noapte in par si sclipesti precum diamantul din ochiul tau. Niciodata nu am vrut sa fac diamante sa curga din ochii tai, dar acum privindu-le cum se preling peste tine imi dau seama cat de frumos trebuie sa fie sufletul tau daca asemenea minunatii curg din el. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Miros de tine la pieptul meu ma urmareste pana acasa si se aseaza peste toate gandurile mele. Sanii tai rotunzi imi chinuie mintea si ochii aia mari imi fac patima sa urle. In intunericul din mintea mea tu esti luminoasa acum.</div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-34798657153070846132011-08-14T12:37:00.002+03:002011-08-15T13:17:05.175+03:00Infernal de placut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_82lnM9XzR6-v8BNLkrFSDvTPRGkwoNdcEZ5g5-cPsSuAqWp8_FYgTt9i_KiipkpOKWIwVIQJqaxT9hFp1Z3hW-MeWmNhAQGlI6oWqy_pA5YyrHjHfOM7PG8dUFrtThwYTZExcnSQ6mN/s1600/253422_1910144285674_1603861190_31920951_7748622_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_82lnM9XzR6-v8BNLkrFSDvTPRGkwoNdcEZ5g5-cPsSuAqWp8_FYgTt9i_KiipkpOKWIwVIQJqaxT9hFp1Z3hW-MeWmNhAQGlI6oWqy_pA5YyrHjHfOM7PG8dUFrtThwYTZExcnSQ6mN/s320/253422_1910144285674_1603861190_31920951_7748622_n.jpg" width="175" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Photo made by Diana D.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bujori de petale stacojii.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inceput de sfarsit sublim.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vis pretins aprins acum stins.</div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-55297710007493016102011-05-09T00:10:00.002+03:002011-05-09T00:12:19.853+03:00Fior de izbeliste difuza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NXNT5zY61Vs72PzrC5O1O9uNpfDM4t6nLbEbzvUhQWFxpUS9iiqv-zKSwz74gckWEKT_DAbgFO_Hey4kn9xhIcsDKGYU1y0EKbUxu-7UTp8Olm9X0jlJOmvRBY_QHt_TSZh-n7ZmNJdk/s1600/225967_1863148110799_1603861190_31862539_1337430_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NXNT5zY61Vs72PzrC5O1O9uNpfDM4t6nLbEbzvUhQWFxpUS9iiqv-zKSwz74gckWEKT_DAbgFO_Hey4kn9xhIcsDKGYU1y0EKbUxu-7UTp8Olm9X0jlJOmvRBY_QHt_TSZh-n7ZmNJdk/s400/225967_1863148110799_1603861190_31862539_1337430_s.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo made by Diana D.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Suflet ratacit alergand prin cranguri de nepasare indiferenta. Un ciob de gheata ii cresteaza platosa ce-l inconjoara si in valuri de durere surda se izbesc de imaginea luminii ce il ascunde de raza de sidef.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Rotocoale de vant salbatic ii ciufulesc parul zbarlit si o pace goala pune stapanire pe gandurile sale. Incercarea de a respira amintiri ii aduce foc incins in trup, in timp ce o adiere de speranta ii aminteste ca inca mai are puterea de a fi el.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Dar momentele de inzeliste sa infrunte pana cand va putea saruta buzele ce-l ard incet?<br />
Mocnit tresare flama din privire si cum viseaza nici timpul nu poate sti. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;">S-au spulberat intunecate de patima zidurile cetatii ce-l inconjoara in uitare si-i serpuieste printre degete un izvor infrigurat de dulce amar.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Tresare in amintire si un cantec de culori se dezlantuie apasat si ganduri se oglindesc in surasuri de dorinta.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Vag… ca un suras pierdut, fuge in departare mirosul diminetii trecute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-10449049916630437182011-01-27T18:11:00.006+02:002011-07-29T03:06:55.857+03:00Trage patura peste noi.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Uita de ce te preocupa. Concentreaza-te sa zambesti dupa sarutul meu cat mai mult. Daca vrei putem sa mai exersam pana cand nu mai reusesti sa te tii pe picioare. Nu, nu nu, nu aduce zambetul rau aici sub cuvertura noastra de vise. Aici poti doar sa respiri aer de trupuri apropiate pana adormi un cuvant pe buze. Nu trebuie sa iti mai cauti privirea mai departe de marginea luminata a lumii de afara. Ramai cu o parte de clipa pentru care nu iti trebuie alte sute. Sa imi ciufulesti parul mereu a fost pasiunea ta si totusi in nici o dimineata nu ai rosit atat de mult cand ai facut-o. Dar sa nu uiti sa ma saruti dupa si sa imi privesti ranjetul de multumire pe care il scoti afara de dupa umbra zilei.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Nu trebuie sa mai facem asta atat de des pentru ca o sa cadeam de la prea mare distanta si zdrobirea ti-ar rupe corzile harpei. Gheata asta nu se topeste decat cand mergi fix inspre mine intr-o multime preocupata de ale ei. Se uita dupa tine cum mergi spre buza ta de jos preferata si cum mangai cu parul maxilarul unde te cuibaresti cand ploua afara. Inca miroase a aftershave si umbre de tine pe acolo. Sarutul tau e tot acolo pe umar si a simtit ca te apropii inca de cand ai plecat.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Nu iti pot imprumuta ochii mei ca sa imi arati si mie ce te face sa tremuri atat de tare cand te ridic in vis si te cutremur in asternuturi pline de noi ? Cum poate o singura raza de soare sa iti lumineze atat de tare obrazul inrosit de emotia unei atingeri ? O sa ma strangi in brate si cand o sa imi dau seama ca am nevoie de tine ?</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Nu e corect sa imi furi atat de mult din mine si sa nu pot decat sa vreau sa furi si mai mult ca sa il pastrezi sub perna. Ma doare frumusetea ta cand te trezesti din imbratisarea mea si explica-mi cum poate sa fie atat de rasunator rasul tau cand ma impiedic daca ma prinzi de mana.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">E prea mare luna cand o privesti de la fereastra noastra dar sunt prea putine stele ca sa ti le arat pe toate in carliontii tai de pe spatele meu. Si urmele alea de dinti pasionali o sa te arda adanc cand o sa ninga si eu voi dormi. Lasa-te purtata de rasuflarea mea dar nu te pierde prea tare in caldura unui pranz tarziu. Sau inchide geamul si hai sa ne mai bucuram de noi pana cand o sa terminam tigarile de pe noptiera.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div style="margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ne intalnim in clipa urmatoare. Nu-mi rapi placerea de a-ti iubi departarea de langa mine. Dar intoarce-te si surade invalita de mister. Da. Cel care ridica plapuma sunt eu si am vorbit prea mult ca sa nu iti arat cat te doresc.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div><div align="center" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Apropo, tu faci cafeaua maine dimineata.</span><span lang="FR" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"></span></div></div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-22481295871264007062011-01-21T00:53:00.001+02:002011-01-21T01:19:20.507+02:00Proaspat din mine.<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJoGBYXf8HZVvva5zA8vozluUWnCmsJbh4K89FYKliyf841eWGvlybnr_PrGZWJfV8dgsqBrfiZrf6TAbSjmlnSf2paGPyzPCLKvImpAnUPX7KWNZ8SNwJ2Z48Eiz0LQZf3o-9my638pZ/s1600/asta.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJoGBYXf8HZVvva5zA8vozluUWnCmsJbh4K89FYKliyf841eWGvlybnr_PrGZWJfV8dgsqBrfiZrf6TAbSjmlnSf2paGPyzPCLKvImpAnUPX7KWNZ8SNwJ2Z48Eiz0LQZf3o-9my638pZ/s320/asta.bmp" width="195" /></a></div><span lang="FR"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="FR">Nimeni nu e ca tine cand danseaza tango cu inima mea pe covor de frunze cazute in toamna. Apropiere de clestar imi suna respiratia din sarutul tau inflacarat. Iluziile nu isi au rostul pe lac de priviri galese ce imi striga numele cu patima. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="FR">O clipa starneste momentul si ziua devine viata de nebunie prfumata de dor in imbratisare. Curg arome invaluite in colturi de vis. Respiri din mine si ma lasi sa musc din drogul meu preferat acolo langa inima ta.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Incerc sa raman viu pentru a-ti mai vedea zambetul in dimineata de soare curgator pe cer de plaja uitata. Iti las o picatura de sarut pe umar ars de soare ce patrunde adanc. Porti salba de dorinte in palme manjite cu delirul buzelor mele</span><br />
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<span lang="FR">Imi pierd linistea in fata mirosului amintirii tale. Te privesc in tacere si las freamatul glasului tau sa-mi rascoleasca venele pe unde umbli linistita. Nopti si zile cu mirosul de pe buzele mele ce pastreaza aroma vie a trecerii tale pe aici. Imi prelungesc clipa de tacere ce domneste peste camera plina de noi si incerc sa-mi regasesc bataile inimii care sa-mi aduca trupul in realitate. Astept sa-mi adulmeci zambetul cu pofta de a ma simti langa tine si de a te inveli cu trupul meu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Umbra fiorului ce te inconjoara ma regaseste in rasul tau cristalin ce aduce raze de luna intre noi. O amintire imi fugareste trecutul dar tot ce pot simti este amintirea ta din prezentul mult prea viu. Canta-mi sarutul ce se va prelinge peste perna ta intr-o dimineta tarzie cu cer albastru. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Visez la mirosul noptii pline de tine imbratisata cu stele ce ne vegheaza . Iti culeg sclipiri de fericire din privirea indragostita. Momente de magie din povestea despre tine si despre mine se astern peste noi si ramanem pierduti sa ne bucuram de noi. Te simt vie prin mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Senzatii aromate se lovesc cu brutalitatede simturi rascolite intr-o inlantuire de emotii ce curg maiestuos intr-o cascada ce serpuieste tumultuos pe langa buzele noastre. Un vulcan se trezeste visator si explodeaza brutal de placut, improscandu-ne cu dorinte senzuale mintea infierbantata. Ne stinge setea de pasiune arzatoare norul ce ploua buze pline. </span>Pasiune pura ne loveste sufletele intr-o impletire a trupurilor sub semnul eliberarii abrupte. </div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-77887618734590198172010-09-28T18:04:00.001+03:002012-08-30T21:51:42.148+03:00raspuns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nu-ti pot promite luna ce-ti vegheaza somnul plin de dor dar iti pot oferi pictura lunii ce ai creat-o in sufletul meu.<br />
Nu-ti pot aduce la picioare soarele ce-mi creste in piept cand ma privesti dar iti pot dezmiera clipa cu o raza de soare ce o gasesti pe buzele mele. Si tot ce pot face este sa iti luminez zambetul pentru a imblanzi vantul ce ne duce departe gandurile. Pot sa-ti fac cununa din vise ascunse in palmele tale.<br />
Nu-ti pot chema stelele sa-ti infrumuseteze chipul dar pot sa-ti gasesc sclipiri ale lor in fiecare zambet pe care mi-l oferi plina de timiditatea iubirii. Iti sarut noaptea din inima si o fac sa ne invaluie cu magaieri dulci. Pot sa-ti caut o adiere chipesa in cosite si sa o rog sa-ti spuna ca te iubesc cu fiecare tremur din mine.<br />
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Te mai pot visa in continuare cu pasiune?<br />
Te mai pot strange in brate cu freamate de dor?<br />
Te mai pot iubi in fiecare moment de frenezie luminoasa?rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-57942448778162828032010-09-22T02:53:00.001+03:002010-11-28T02:26:44.693+02:00Atat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJo2rdD6khpfCf0zTXYMUjddLueDR6UGdPtK8v98NgR7sDXbrAz4mDZMYBYFmxbZHrqsToGpD4-C0wo4JXSO2qWamLFFX6V1kO6jS-jCL8HZbOsehjbJTiRZ8LOn2yG-Q6Rn4KkiorxY6b/s1600/59948_1507707265000_1603861190_31258815_2845503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJo2rdD6khpfCf0zTXYMUjddLueDR6UGdPtK8v98NgR7sDXbrAz4mDZMYBYFmxbZHrqsToGpD4-C0wo4JXSO2qWamLFFX6V1kO6jS-jCL8HZbOsehjbJTiRZ8LOn2yG-Q6Rn4KkiorxY6b/s320/59948_1507707265000_1603861190_31258815_2845503_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo made by Diana D.</div><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ce luna irezistibila vegheaza bolta noptii; luna indragostita de freamatul inimii mele.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne trezim patati de vise ajungand purtatati de aripi nestavilite in basme nedeslusite presarate cu magie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Portretul tau faurit dintr-un diamant purpuriu este pictat in acuarela gingasa a stelei ce miroase rasarituri in miez de noapte.</div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-14179069157863971652010-09-04T14:06:00.001+03:002010-09-08T02:40:15.911+03:00Zbucium, aroma, intens.<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOu_Ug2G5-w0HwqQaArrlZUCWjhXwv5yWwN1V-0fuVzlM32lRoFP7P5RnC7mRD2IMDoMDvn63KbR1DSk0WNfTtTcjbhfMgV8hyphenhyphenfrbumgONg69Z4dqqhVSx_mWxYX1ZVoRtgnaGGdb8F5F/s1600/12ob1a4zne6xzvbzfsy6blzah_19idawkyes.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOu_Ug2G5-w0HwqQaArrlZUCWjhXwv5yWwN1V-0fuVzlM32lRoFP7P5RnC7mRD2IMDoMDvn63KbR1DSk0WNfTtTcjbhfMgV8hyphenhyphenfrbumgONg69Z4dqqhVSx_mWxYX1ZVoRtgnaGGdb8F5F/s320/12ob1a4zne6xzvbzfsy6blzah_19idawkyes.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Fior de senzatie ma cutremura adanc si intunecat. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Cenusa de sarut singuratic ma invaluie tulburator.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> Impresia unui zmabet indragostit mi se perinda pe pleoape mangaiate de dor sublim. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Iti respir parfumul diminetii de pe degete ca imi mangaie chipul. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Strigat al visului unde nu ma gasesti imi infiereaza dorinta de a te cuprinde in mine.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Adanc de luna inmiresmata imi cuprinde delirul salbatic de a te simti langa mine. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Frunze</st1:place></st1:city> pictate cu saruturi se astern langa inima mea pentru a-ti pregati culcusul. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ai apusul in privire si iti duc dorul ca un nebun ce a gustat pentru prima oara din razele aurii ce-ti stralucesc printre gene. Ma face sa vreau sa iubesc, norul pe care il trimiti cu ploaie de tandrete peste doua suflete unite intr-un legamnt al mortii divine. Elibereaza-ti pasarile cantatoare ce au stat captive sub imbratisarea unei stele cazatoare. Iti arde mintea, magia unei clipe de culoare aprinsa ce o simti in buze visatoare.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vreau sa mor inauntru doar pentru a-ti respira din paradisul trupului ascuns de cer azuriu. Explodez de seninatate infrigurata ce se asterne pe patimi ascunse de ploiae ce uda porumbeii calatori. In cristale de noapte aprinsa te zugraveste un tablou superb al pastiunii ostoite. Ma gasesti cantand la pianul din spatele inimii tale imbibate de singura viata pe care o nu o poti trai indeajuns de vie.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mizere stupefiante sunt cuvintele ce le arunc in neantul dorintei. Dormi mangaiata de rasaritul unui zambet ce curge de pe buzele mele pictate cu rosu stins. Innegreste-mi dragostea singuraica si arunca-ma de pa marginea prapastiei din jurul tau. Omoara-ma si ajuta-ma sa traiesc din nou.</div>rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-72898108022685144462010-07-16T03:59:00.000+03:002010-07-16T03:59:07.090+03:00Simfonia unei iubiri nesfarsite<div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px;">Doamne cum imi tresalta inima de fiecare data cand iti intalnesc ochii ca doua margaritare tremurand invaluite de matase alba. Simt cum mi se rupe pielea de pe spate si incep sa creasca aripi mari cu pene maiestuoase care ma aduc in zbor pana in gandurile tale. Mi-as rupe o bucata din suflet ca sa ti-o prind in par si sa fie ca o stea ce te ghideaza in noapte pana in lacul sufletului meu, unde innoti gingasa precum o lebada. Vesnicia se mira de perseverenta cu care tu cutreieri sloboda si innocenta prin gandurile mele. Te voi iubi mereu... in felul meu.</div><div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px;"><br />
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Iubim marea pentru valurile nastrusnice ce ne sruta chipul mangaiat de soarele sclipitor. Ne sarutam patimas coplesiti de dorinta de a ne cufunda in marea amagita de pescarusi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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Iubim marea pentru pescarusii liberi. Pentru ca devenim si noi liberi. Ne dezbracam de cotidian si aruncam tot urbanul undeva in nisipul ademenitor. Suntem dependenti de fantezia aripilor evadarii. Traim un delir naucitor si suntem captivi intr-un vis intens.<br />
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</div>Sa facem dragoste pe plaja, in ploaie…greutatea picaturilor repezi ne elibereaza de orice griji. Vrei sa te contopesc cu buze fierbinti atinse de ploaie. Aroma de intens mi se scurge de pe buze. Sexualitatea din tine rabufneste la fiecare atingere. Doua trupuri rabufnind de dorinte sexuale. Dorinta imperecherii izvoraste din sfarcuri coplestie cu saruturi. Un vulcan erupe violent in tine. Tremurul se raspandeste prin corp si zbiara catre implinire. Amestec de tandrete si salbaticie.<br />
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Valuri turbate…nisip aspru…par ud… duritatea stancilor…duritatea mea… Marea geme patrunsa de fericirea ta. Isi trimite limbi reci sa ne racoreasca fierbinteala extazului. Aburi de placere umeda tasnesc din noi. Sarea valurilor se topeste pe sfarcuri excitate.<br />
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Frigul in noapte. Singura caldura este e a trupurilor transpirate de dorinta ce se agita intr-un dans nebunesc al simturilor.. Rasuflari intrerupte in ritmuri constante. Te musc de gat, iti infigi unghiile in spatele meu... Umezeala din aer o gasesti intre picioare pline de amor. Te trag de par. Ma tragi inauntru. Atat de adanc incat iti zdrobesc sufletul cu dorinta.<br />
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Bucuria gustului unei femei exaltate. Geamatul placerii ce-ti gandila timpanele. Spasmul puternic al coapselor ce te trag adanc infingandu-te in erotism ud. Urlete tremurande ale sufletelor devenite o singura fiinta innebunita de sex crunt, pur animalic.<br />
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Miros de femeie penetrata cu furie. Durerea placerii oglindite pe chipul ei.<br />
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Parfum de trupuri infierbantate. Miros de tigara invingatoare. Aroma de eliberare carnala. Goliciune transpirata ne rascoleste simturile.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-30942673187941945292010-05-22T00:25:00.003+03:002010-05-22T00:34:49.854+03:00Mocnind a sexualitate.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhDRKlt8yKBCQF7U90G_xR2N_QkRO2v7GNUtG_g3MlwoDHucbDXboXDCuQvkMhTh-PMfOqAKAK8bS66hyphenhyphenkhZ3VRervyGk8UKop6w2f3UmXDQ4vIFF0trLb5riBA40zbs-xU25kQzZ6Ec1/s1600/17871_1238362171541_1603861190_30628103_3009824_n%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhDRKlt8yKBCQF7U90G_xR2N_QkRO2v7GNUtG_g3MlwoDHucbDXboXDCuQvkMhTh-PMfOqAKAK8bS66hyphenhyphenkhZ3VRervyGk8UKop6w2f3UmXDQ4vIFF0trLb5riBA40zbs-xU25kQzZ6Ec1/s320/17871_1238362171541_1603861190_30628103_3009824_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></div>Esti prea savuroasa pentru a lua o singura muscatura apetisanta din tine. <br />
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Lasa-ti extensia pasiunii din tine sa sfaraie pofticioasa pe buze imbibate de pofta violeta.<br />
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Puritate contra salbaticie.<br />
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Simplitatea infruntand perversiunea.<br />
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Misterul in lupta cu pasiunea.<br />
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Danseaza-ti tangoul provocator inlantuita de mine ca o picatura de dor naravas ce ma aduce mai aproape..Lasa-ti mintea sa curga de pe tine usor precum fiorul nuditatii ascunse. Nebunia urla din tine la fiecare pas ce te aduce mai aproape de amorul intunecat al noptii. Placerea este steaua din ochiul meu ce se ascunde la granita cu pasiunea. <br />
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Racoarea momentului infrigurat se contopeste cu saliva fierbinte.<br />
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Buze dulci. Atat de moi si placute. Fiori ce-ti ating pielea invadandu-ti cu placere nebuna trupul. Iti imbiba buzele cu pofta de a ne avea. Un izvor de senzualitate mascata urla gonind tumultuous in lumea mea.<br />
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Lacrimile eliberarii sunt esenta de pasiune arsa in febra momentului. Ele serpuiesc usor printer nuante de rosu aprins pentru a ajunge in profunziea neantului sarutat de pofta carnala. Aer misterios de flacara asteptand sa izbucneasca ce arde mocnit si erupe furtunuos la fiecare atingere delicate a pielii infierbantate.<br />
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O particica din noi ramane mereu infipta in bucurie precum o amintire vie a realitatii.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-15353590150638916562010-05-02T22:51:00.000+03:002010-05-02T22:51:23.132+03:00Delir violet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSLLB5wyekT7Olg1VkeFB_vOG0ch2kJD1YJ1drcBP-FGLB7Ywg2qFYjINZ8Gxv8j_aA-_2RNTP2LGO6-9qMFA6QlYBUtYzEcQzgGUiSGhUNN6y9P_oU_9kYJhPKEK9sW3ZI-4LsELd2sD/s1600/28537_1294876014252_1300872340_30932481_294873_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSLLB5wyekT7Olg1VkeFB_vOG0ch2kJD1YJ1drcBP-FGLB7Ywg2qFYjINZ8Gxv8j_aA-_2RNTP2LGO6-9qMFA6QlYBUtYzEcQzgGUiSGhUNN6y9P_oU_9kYJhPKEK9sW3ZI-4LsELd2sD/s320/28537_1294876014252_1300872340_30932481_294873_n.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ca luna din ochii tai straluceste sarutul de pe buzele gandurilor mele. Infruntand racoarea lipsei de mine, ma cauti cu ardoare in fiecare petala de suras gingas. Culege-ma din nectarul norilor ce ne adapostesc imbratisarea privirii. </div><br />
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Imi vorbeste inima cu glas de suflet imbatat de parfumul revederii rascolitoare. Pastreaza-mi rasul fericit intr-o cupa de cristal si savureaza-ma o eternitate de iubiri presarate cu magie. <br />
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Rasfoieste-mi infrigurata basmul ce-ti adoarme dorul si bucura-te de atingerea fierbinte a imbratisarii porumbelului ce zboara in mine. Iti sarut bucuria ce o miros in ochii tai plini de stele indragostite ce cerul boem al tangoului palmelor impreunate.<br />
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O picatura de soapta se scurge din tine topindu-se in surasul noptii ce ne surprinde cu a sa serenada ocrotita de fluviul de vise impurpurate. O amintire amara imi tresare din ochiul stang si calcam impreuna peste putregaiul de vise ce ma durea odata…<br />
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Iti strang la piept minunea din suflet.<br />
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Savureaza-mi nebunia ce o gasesti in lacrimi de clestar si strange-ti in brate visele ce le pictezi cu amor nebun. Culege-mi sarutul din luna neagra si sinistra ce te striga din adancul pieptului meu, si gusta-l inocenta din oglinda in care ma cauti disperata.<br />
Ma simti cum te inund cu soapte lichide ce-ti cutreiera prin ganduri si te lasi prada valului ce te infioara zambind. <br />
Iti colorez nebunia ce te inconjoara.Sufletul meu ingandurat de negrul ce se scurge din tine explodeaza in mii de buze ce-ti risipesc sperantele si te ard mocnit cu placeri nebune.Te simt cum ma strigi in noapte si-ti aud pielea tanjind dupa racoarea delirului din revederea mea ce-ti toarna foc in inima si arzi de dor crud.<br />
Alerg navalnic prin tine.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-73994723570457749562010-04-08T14:27:00.003+03:002010-04-12T17:11:32.580+03:00Ma otravesti zambind.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0bTvRBRUXRYYKzFB23NUgL7eV_iEg1SYZsxTrNcQqthna4nGSQLXKsH7GKDj33OPwnPk87gCJjpdepyPQaq4_xR1KvpG3H8RET8pNPnBTqa13jGf76L1Kz2fvbflbW_H9nv0ImBTFB85/s1600/26386_1272303289948_1300872340_30879988_4508522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0bTvRBRUXRYYKzFB23NUgL7eV_iEg1SYZsxTrNcQqthna4nGSQLXKsH7GKDj33OPwnPk87gCJjpdepyPQaq4_xR1KvpG3H8RET8pNPnBTqa13jGf76L1Kz2fvbflbW_H9nv0ImBTFB85/s320/26386_1272303289948_1300872340_30879988_4508522_n.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>In aburii dorintei din chinul noptii eterne ce ma inconjoara iti vad silueta inselatoare cum isi croieste drum printe spinii ce ma orneaza. Imi suflii peste ispitele ce-mi sfasie trupul in mii de vapai divine cu aceeasi pofta de a fi veninul din petalele trandafirilor din ochii mei. Ratacesti in timpul ce se intoarce nepasator cautand incantarea din palmele mele acum devenita un delir visator.<br />
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Nu incerca sa imi arzi cu pasiune tabloul in care mi-am pictat inima folosind culorile dorului de tine si umbrele locului gol din mine. Lasa-ma sa ma pierd pe o alee laturalnica ornata cu negrul sufletului tau dansand cu singuratatea unui cuvant:trecut. Sunt plin de trecutul imbibat cu miros de amintiri inlacrimate.<br />
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Iti vad razele viselor pe care le-am varsat in sarutul nostru, le vad risipite pe un cer senin plin amaraciune. Si imi straluceste tacerea noptii pierdute printre nuante ale unei secunde de tine. Stele iti sunt ochii in intunericul iubirii mele si ma intreb cum de privesc acum la luna din tine. Mangaie usor bolta ce te acopera cu delicatetea inimii si vei simti atingerea parfumata a buzelor mele ce-ti saruta gandul.<br />
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Indrazneste sa tragi in tine tot fumul sentimentelor in care te cantam si vei exploda in milioane de dorinte ale unui amor neimplinit. Ai disparut din zborul trairilor si acum ma cauti printre atingeri de amurg grabit ce-ti fura bucati de inima pline de mine. Curcubeu al emotiilor iti brazdeaza rasaritul cantand la pianul inimilor noastre si tu nu vezi lacrimile dulci de dor ce-ti intuneca ochii. Ma gusti cu pofta din amintiri ce rascolesc in tine ale tale zambete superbe.<br />
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Cu cioburi ale soaptelor nespuse te cresteaza amintirea imbratisarii mele.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-43868471515889171402010-03-28T15:11:00.002+03:002010-03-28T15:11:40.647+03:00Zbor frant.Acorduri de chitara se impletesc cu durerea din mine.<br />
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Prin gaura din pieptul meu se ivesc timide razele unui sentiment de neputiinta, o neputiinta de a te avea langa mine cand soarele imi canta singuratatea. O disperare navalnica ma loveste cu sete si furie cand deschid ochii si totul este la fel. S-a mistuit basmul nepasator din jurul nostru in clipa in care nu ti-am mai simtit buzele alimentandu-mi pofta de tine. Si ma doare locul greu si singur de langa mine, dar nu conteaza acum decat zambetul trist din nepasarea ta.<br />
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Oare de cate ori poate cineva sa isi coasa inima cu bucuria de a avea un suflet langa al sau? Mi-ai promis ca imi vei lega aripile si voi putea sa zbor din nou. Acum privesc pene arse si simt mirosul greu al falsitatii tale ascunse intr-un zbor chinuit. Cad spre abisul din mine si incerc sa trag in piept dimineata ce imi simte suferinta. Parfumul cruzimii mi se imprastie cu repeziciune in suflet torturandu-mi si ultimele picaturi de dor ce te asteptau inlacrimate.<br />
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Putregai de vise traite in minciuna lasi in urma ta.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-39433300504674414962010-03-23T13:27:00.000+02:002010-03-23T13:27:55.948+02:00Inceteaza sa mai imi lipsesti atat de mult.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBgVk6NhgLOecBL8F72Z5So19Liu9CEb_3e1iry7LICq3bykGt3mQWqzwYEfwRw7K33a7PPkzL6hX6W_bp-M1rXg_PiltNLM2T60Ipm5X4PK_mPochoiDBQkOWKsB0ma2sjYuzx6y0e0q/s1600-h/27207_1296328220656_1603861190_30758566_6121340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBgVk6NhgLOecBL8F72Z5So19Liu9CEb_3e1iry7LICq3bykGt3mQWqzwYEfwRw7K33a7PPkzL6hX6W_bp-M1rXg_PiltNLM2T60Ipm5X4PK_mPochoiDBQkOWKsB0ma2sjYuzx6y0e0q/s320/27207_1296328220656_1603861190_30758566_6121340_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> Photo made by Diana D.</div>I can feel you ruining my mind with every kiss that tortures my sanity making me beg for more and more, knowing that when you're gonna stop kissing me something will break inside. You're inside me more than everything and your smile became my air long time ago when i first saw it. I knew this will happen since that night when i closed my eyes and you were glued on the back of my eyelids.<br />
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You will be my sun in my next life and i'll be a turtledove who will fly only when she feels the sun love and when the sunshines will dance on the back of her wings.<br />
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I have chills running in my mind and joy tears smiling when i see you walking trough a crowdy place smiling at me knewing that i a few seconds you will be in my arms kissing my heart and make the time stops with nothing else matters.<br />
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I wish i could have wings so i could fly to you in the night watching your sleep hoping that i am in your dreams making you happy.<br />
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Now the wind is whispering to me with his sweet voice of the birds song. He is making me swim in the lake of your eyes who is full of clouds dancing on the song sang by you with the " i miss you honey" lyrics.<br />
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The world is mine.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-30694354880125112912010-03-14T04:48:00.003+02:002010-04-09T16:15:50.659+03:00TU!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-ZWk01FT3T05atCLhtdEVXDnLuRu8gq7CkL9xWjDb-cOuUcIBkjcwxyJ-PIZUhE8ONbtinDDzW-2uFr8yEFmIDGhpSWGGb0LEi9pShObN_N04dFMghDx89eDqdhfXgfin3tNg9zVvpsL/s1600/26386_1272303849962_1300872340_30879989_8238750_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-ZWk01FT3T05atCLhtdEVXDnLuRu8gq7CkL9xWjDb-cOuUcIBkjcwxyJ-PIZUhE8ONbtinDDzW-2uFr8yEFmIDGhpSWGGb0LEi9pShObN_N04dFMghDx89eDqdhfXgfin3tNg9zVvpsL/s320/26386_1272303849962_1300872340_30879989_8238750_n.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div>Imi pierd gandurile in toiul noptii si ma rascoleste amintirea zambetului tau superb. Nu stiu cum te pot lasa sa stai departe de inima mea si sa nu te simt in fiecare clipa cum zambesti buzelor mele. Te trezesti imbratisata de rasaritul sarutului meu ce-ti dezmiarda privirea pierduta in mine.<br />
Anotimpul surasului ce-ti trece prin pleoapele cufundate in ganduri pline de mine, imi rascoleste picatura de roua de la marginea mintii. Puzderie de vise imi aduci cu fiecare imbratisare plina de tine si milioane de culori ma invaluie calde cand te simt langa mine. Esti un fluture scaldat in superbitate ce zboara gingas prin primavara din ochii mei ce se inalta senina cand te privesc pe ascuns.<br />
Ma pierd in abisul bucuriei tale in fiecare clipa cand ma saruti din priviri. Un zbucium de patimi imi cutreiera sufletul in paradisul mainilor noastre impreunate. Nu ma pot opri din gustatul curcubeului ce-mi apare in suflet cand te vad cum alergi usor surazatoare prin vene-mi.<br />
Esti vantul ce-mi infioara dorul de tine.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-16081796080251326752010-02-16T13:14:00.005+02:002010-02-16T21:20:29.174+02:00Ma pierd in tine.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Valuri triste si sterse de cuvinte indurerate de dor si colorate de privirea ta impodobita cu petale de lacramioare. Dragostea in soare si nebunia din mana mea vibreaza la unsion si cerul ne imbratiseaza tinandu-ne de mana. Cascade de dorinte secate si uitate in amintiri...o speranta iti culeg de pe buze si ma afund in cristalul din ochiul tau caprui.<br />
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Sopteste-mi o eternitate de iubiri in zadar si iubeste-ma o vesnicie de lacrimi pe obraz. Rataceste-ma in trupul tau ce se prabuste sub cutremurul din glasul meu tacut si lasa-ma sa iti dezmierd catifelat sufletul pustiu. Vise de stele inmiresmate si luna din sarutul tau delicat imi infioara rasaritul din mine.<br />
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Scormonesc cu infrigurare dupa sentimente ascunse in sufletul meu si iti dedic o raza de soare pe care o imbratisez si o trimit sa iti lumineze chipul superb. Ma pierd alene in palmele tale tacute si ma las sa alunec surazand in susurul izvorului mangaierii tale si realizez ca se face tarziu in iluzii.<br />
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Vreau sa respir miros de zambet amar in noapte.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521753589147580911.post-76844779486885869312010-02-03T16:47:00.005+02:002010-02-16T21:18:52.097+02:00Perla surasului.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV6FYG8nzkALWID3SkmkRDbpbZZd9IstwlHrmF4ospnf_RBZqC6PbSmEv0NZT7Oww1Inh6gmm4HeNhyphenhyphenV8_GpB8JHh7U0Xz-FUxMcMu77mA4ICr-8ym9nTPt1GxuTRtcTzs9L7aJp5HcLb/s1600-h/n1603861190_30029247_1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV6FYG8nzkALWID3SkmkRDbpbZZd9IstwlHrmF4ospnf_RBZqC6PbSmEv0NZT7Oww1Inh6gmm4HeNhyphenhyphenV8_GpB8JHh7U0Xz-FUxMcMu77mA4ICr-8ym9nTPt1GxuTRtcTzs9L7aJp5HcLb/s320/n1603861190_30029247_1038.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A.S.: Photo made by Diana D.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cu inima innegrita de linistea timpului ce s-a asternut peste noi, te simt cum canti tremurand la corzile pianului ce a crescut din mine. Respir cantecul culorilor ce innunda clipa de speranta ce se asterne peste noi si te invelesc cu mangaiere.<br />
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Ma transform intr-o perla stralucitoare ce a crescut din rasul tau fericit din mine si ma lipesc de aripile tale, zburand in eternitate spre stele. Renaste, cuprinsa de dor neinteles o stea ce striga in noapte la desertul singuratate unde timpul nu mai este timp si lacrimi cad din ea ca niste pene dureroase.<br />
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Si tu zbori timida ca un porumbel ratacit spre pustiul ce ma inconjoara necrutator si ma umpli cu prezenta ta incantatoare. Si iti privesc chipul atins de stralucirea magica a lunii si vazduhul noptii tarzii imi pare caprui. Intr-o imagine splendida ne zugravim tremurul sufletului si adormim indragostiti deasupra norilor de catifea purpurie din tine.<br />
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Culeg cu patima zambete luminoase.rebel fara cauzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01617257000719896591noreply@blogger.com