<?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-4654728248458543085</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:29:35.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what ?</title><subtitle type='html'>something....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-1502482732138613627</id><published>2008-10-30T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:27:34.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.risingsunyoga.com/Newsletter/December/meditat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.risingsunyoga.com/Newsletter/December/meditat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that you want to do when u fail something, or lose something is to quit, to give up , to cut the crap, but at a moment u start to think , it really  worth, it has a meaning , you really want to quit?. Here the meditation moments start, those quiet ones , with no disturbance, after a while  you realise :" What the fuck , i have nothing to lose, try again, continue, and can't be such a great loss." In my head it goes like this , don't give up , victory can be victory  if u know how to lose, just think and repeat a few times: " I can do It." But you need to do this with ( like my status for few days) that " I don't  give a fuck about..." you don't have to get in too much , just a bit , so the will not be bad moves, or you will be in "drama  mode" , so if failure will be , realist you will be, all you ever wanted fail ..again remind about "I don't give a fuck" , this way you can be a winner when you lose( btw  is just my opinion)...there a people that when fail something on their face you see " entering in shutdown mode" or a few of them only " in stand by mode" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S weed made me to write this :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-1502482732138613627?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/1502482732138613627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=1502482732138613627' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/1502482732138613627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/1502482732138613627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-thing-that-you-want-to-do-when-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-4647438079458950816</id><published>2008-10-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:32:57.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uite ursu'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comedy-zone.net/pictures/images/animals/animal023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.comedy-zone.net/pictures/images/animals/animal023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat fiind ca deodata m-am trezit cu meniul paginii in romana ..."like omfg" sa scriu ceva in romana ...acum vine si intrebarea ce ma macina  CE? ...( probabil aberatii continue despre lipsa de inspiratie )de exemplu scrie pe undeva pe aici : "optiuni de publicare" sau  "etichete pentru aceasta postare ..scutere ,vacanta ,toamna" ...scutere niste chestii cu doua roti ..neinteresante ...vacanta ohh  mai este destul timp pana atunci ...am ramas cu TOAMNA da chiar in afara de frunze si ciori nimic nu prea da impresia ca e toamna  poate inceputul facultatii citez profu' de hidro' :"le la 6.30  la 7-7.30  fugiti de pe copou : ciori la orizont ,deasupra ,in copaci peste tot : iasi= ciori town" eu as fi zis ciorii city suna mai mai ....si ...si ..fiindu-mi tulburata linistea ...hop lipsa de aberatii ...dar ce frumos e iasul ...gradina botanica ..oohh magnific ..miercuri tare  ~60 oameni laborator  in gradina botanica ( curbe de nivel , izvor ,canale de drenaj ..bla bla  hidrologie ) ..pacat printre explicatiile profului se strecoara la inceput  una bucata javra nemirositoare ....vai ce frumos miros florile .....cand deodata  ce sa iti intoarca nasul ...o noua specie "el javras tavalitus in rahatus" ...in acest moment se declansa circul ...fuga de caine ...sau de miros ..."stalker Shadow of botanical garden" ...tot aia macar nu am scris o aberatie ..."el javra neagra" e real ... titlul oare vroiam sa sciu uite vaca ...dar suna mai infricosator  in plus ca nu spune nimic despre ce tampenii urmeaza a fi scrise . ar fi multe de spus despre iasi  dar ...sa nu fac reclama negativa printre altele  are si parti bune ...asta e  to be continued ...ca deja am pierdut prea mult timp scriind aceste tampenii de la 8 pana la 12 ohh si inca mai am de vazut 3  episoade din PB si 2  din stargate ...pana sa ma iau la o tranta cu perna ca ma tem sa nu ma faca K.O din prima runda ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-4647438079458950816?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/4647438079458950816/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=4647438079458950816' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/4647438079458950816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/4647438079458950816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/10/uite-ursu.html' title='uite ursu&apos;'/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-8583096242371900653</id><published>2008-10-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:16:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u98/hottbrunettbeth101/gtotem_koala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u98/hottbrunettbeth101/gtotem_koala.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alta tampenie scoasa de &gt; eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise  “The Lord “ Koala Bear …lives …at least in a way …forgot to mention about  his hundreds of  kids …some of them rose  up  into  drug ..and mob ierarchy  …and one Is promising much ….he’s  starting to rebuild his father business …rebuilding relations  with the old supplier’s  of his father , ohh  like him  the most of all are the sons  of  those who were sometime what was a part of Koala’s empire ….until now it seems that he’s doing a hell of a good job …re-taking the old territories  …yeah  it’s a bit easy for him …cuz he  had the material base a all the respect that  his father gathered in all of his  life  as the biggest mob boss . Ohh don’t be ruff with him he’s just starting “the business “  he’s  young  just 10 year’s old . And   like a surprise from his father story …who the fuck said  that 2pac is dead , who said that Lady Dy died ? bullshit  they were prisoners  at  “The Lord”  mansion in southern Japan …(in the same cell) …until they fallen in love ..so Koala didn’t wanted to have  people  out o law  in his house so he decided to get them married  and it became  something like  “The  King”  and “The  Queen” .uhh  (Queen’s – We are Champions nice song .) Who said that Britney was bald  and had kids …ohh  just a  illusion  made by Houdini ( he’s still alive …all think he’s dead …neah…  people didn’t knew  that he’s McCloud’s brother immortal also ).Einstein truly discovered the answer for his Relativity Theory  so he  is working out of space  and the 4th dimension for  Koala’s  son …so he with a full team of researcher’s are looking for a Eternal life  potion …ahh cuz Koala is frozen until they find this ….only his soul died  but  his  mind  and bear likings  are stored  on a CD .And who said that Bin La Den was on his own …LIE …Koala ‘s  son funded him all the time .all of this persons  are living happy  on the new  Koala  mansion underground somehow ,somewhere  under  Australia …nobody  know exactly  where …who knew is ashes  now ,they have a strictly  security . By the way my imaginations is going crazy sometimes ,writing  all kind  of  idiot , stupid  and “full of bullshit “ stories …….off  nuami tampenii am in cap …dar ce sa fac decat sa ajugn al chestia cu  “ Nu calcati iarba, fumati-o” mai bine aberez pe un blog pe care oricum nu se uita mai mult de  5 to 10 .Si a asa saracul pui de koala  numai de el nam zis . . P.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-8583096242371900653?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/8583096242371900653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=8583096242371900653' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8583096242371900653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8583096242371900653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-surprise-lord-koala-bear-lives-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-8986676906283303525</id><published>2008-03-10T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:01:24.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ei na ce face omu de plictiseala in loc de circuite si grafuri...and bla bla bla....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.blogstream.com/i/userImages/84/84692_19503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.blogstream.com/i/userImages/84/84692_19503.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Australia was a koala bear, who tired to eat eucalyptus leaves ,he wanted more than menthol ,this was the plan, there are mysterious questions how, but he managed to reach Jamaica , eating weed and sometimes smoking it,he started selling the pot, to buy himself a Harley, in short time he became a weed lord, but that was to easy for him so he thinked to go to  South America, with his yacht buyed from weed selling and his big black ass whores got to Columbia , after he eats a few "coca" leaves......wow....there was heaven for him, it lasted 2 months for him to became "el presidente" he was knowing the ways  of doing business ,he legalized all king of drugs from weed...to LSD..., he was named The Whores And Pot Lord, there was the junkies heaven , he was doing well, very well until the fucking americans decided that he steals their consumers and crashes their country economy , but they didnt knew The Lord has ninja cats protecting his ass, hehehe....they failed....but the world unless to thank him for gathering all the junkies in one place to live happy , they wanted to wipe him out, they nuked his kingdom.....hehehe...he was to clever...he escaped in his shuttle and went to the Moon to grow weed. This was the story of the Koala Bear who wanted more...and more...and more.......yeah...finally he died at 99 years old ....he was clever...that was...and realized all of this things in his boring short life :))...............Heil Koala Bear.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-8986676906283303525?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/8986676906283303525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=8986676906283303525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8986676906283303525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8986676906283303525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/03/ei-na-ce-face-omu-de-plictiseala-in-loc.html' title='ei na ce face omu de plictiseala in loc de circuite si grafuri...and bla bla bla....'/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-8925194830449762519</id><published>2008-01-08T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:34:03.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.suicidekiss.com/graphics/pictures/albums/voodoo-Welcome/DarkLoveWel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.suicidekiss.com/graphics/pictures/albums/voodoo-Welcome/DarkLoveWel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is love? Love its a thing, no love its something,its something that makes you feel alive when you never taught there will be something good in life for you,love makes you to see things in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Love points you to misteryous ways,it makes you tremble,when you love someone your mind its going crazy, sometimes it makes you to feel like you are on the top of the world and nothing matters for you except the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    At first when you meet someone, you fear,if you dont like it,thean when you start to like it,you fear,to love it, the fear becomes greater because you fear to loose the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Love its a wonderfull................something, joy,happyness,you feel amazing when u love, when you are in the arms of the loved one, your emotions go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Love its made for 2, you have 2 eyes for 2 eyes,2 lips for 2 lips, 2 arms to brace and never let go your beloved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Nobody knows what is,its something never to be defined in any way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-8925194830449762519?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/8925194830449762519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=8925194830449762519' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8925194830449762519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/8925194830449762519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-love-love-its-thing-no-love-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-1444946864560606205</id><published>2008-01-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:35:01.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/R4PRFR4v-UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hUvc5FP1lfU/s1600-h/ok_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/R4PRFR4v-UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hUvc5FP1lfU/s320/ok_74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153192287272958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All is so unsure,i do not know what to do,im so confused,i've waited so long for this,im afraid,if she doesnt like me,if she will run and never look back,i like her, i want her,i want to love her with all my heart,i want my heart to beat only for her, im still waiting for the day ,i want to feel her in my arms,to feel her breath, to feel her heart beats,my eyes are only for her,this time, i have to wait,its killing me,i must be strong,i must realise,i must think,chances are, i do not know what to believe.She will be mine? I will see. Inside me its chaos, its a total disorder, the time will solve all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I hope my life to be better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    What will be will be, and whatever will happen she will have allways a place somewhere in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-1444946864560606205?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/1444946864560606205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=1444946864560606205' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/1444946864560606205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/1444946864560606205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-is-so-unsurei-do-not-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/R4PRFR4v-UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hUvc5FP1lfU/s72-c/ok_74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654728248458543085.post-7305163834584838706</id><published>2008-01-08T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:29:09.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.opusdeialert.com/3-days-of-darkness-three-days-of-darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.opusdeialert.com/3-days-of-darkness-three-days-of-darkness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    Last night i had a dream,i were in a big,freezy,empty room,i were so scared,so alone,im trying to escape,climbing a high wall,but i was falling and falling over and over, i felt so weak,finaly when i've managed to reach at a window on the top of the wall, and get out i find myself at the edge of a cliff,crossed by a purple wire,and at the bottom of the ravine were many bodies belonging to those who tryed to cross and failed,some of them were still alive and trying to climb, i admired their determination,then i started to walk on the wire,after a few steps i was falling , i look up and i see her, so amazing, so beautifull, the girl of my dreams,when i saw her i felt like im flying,i was floating, my life was saved,i raised at her ,she maked me feel the ground under my feet, in a time when i never taught i will do it again, she was so beautifull, i begun to kiss her ,her lips were so soft, her eyes so clear like i was seeing trough them her soul full of happyness and joy, and love then we walked ,the image started to be so bright that i never saw anything else only her and me happy.&lt;br /&gt; After that moment i realised that purple wire was my life, and i was at the point when nothing could make me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt; But she changed my life forever and ever and forever that was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4654728248458543085-7305163834584838706?l=oare-se-va.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/feeds/7305163834584838706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4654728248458543085&amp;postID=7305163834584838706' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/7305163834584838706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4654728248458543085/posts/default/7305163834584838706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oare-se-va.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-thing.html' title='The First Thing'/><author><name>Tudor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wllisFfElTk/SQmo22nKLhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4YIEozLSLBM/S220/jByd3t137955-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
