tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23517058226024474572012-02-16T11:41:41.803+02:00This is Oktopus and me.Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-87514166947732674622008-08-31T02:08:00.002+03:002008-08-31T02:25:10.663+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/SLnTOC5Fm2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Gn0w7B1B-CA/s1600-h/Out_of_breath_by_Pinkmango77.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240451879670225762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/SLnTOC5Fm2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Gn0w7B1B-CA/s320/Out_of_breath_by_Pinkmango77.jpg" border="0" /></a> Red, books, eyes, confusion, sweet waiting, musical box locket, the key, Pisa, Venice, Red, 1 hour, trees, situation, type, Red, lake, tired, bad music, confusion, surprise, no sense, finding, philosophy, sand, Red, waintg... ... ... breathless.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-8751416694773267462?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-62763499797497943872008-06-24T21:42:00.002+03:002008-06-24T22:21:24.730+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/SGFAcoZA6GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o3oTMzuo5wk/s1600-h/wallpaper4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215520704094595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/SGFAcoZA6GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o3oTMzuo5wk/s320/wallpaper4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>On 30... How do you feel? Is the question that follows me everywhere these days...<br />It feels like a cold shower on autumn nights when you wear white shirt and you have to walk to home because you're to dirty for all yellow cabs.<br />It feels like you just miss the last strawberry cake for the fat lady with two fats kids in front of you.<br />I feel like bread toasted on both side, which means happy!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6276349979749794387?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-35672932537302103192008-03-27T21:37:00.002+02:002008-03-27T21:43:04.120+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R-v4Au_44gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ZrOC1088OQ/s1600-h/26022008493.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182508487719576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R-v4Au_44gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ZrOC1088OQ/s320/26022008493.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I choose not to choose LIFE , I choose something else ... You know what, you choose it to... But in a different way, way , way ...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-3567293253730210319?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-90490524165225745882008-02-04T21:39:00.000+02:002008-02-04T21:45:41.042+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R6drVurR1-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/maDzlZBZAXs/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163213518854543330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R6drVurR1-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/maDzlZBZAXs/s320/audrey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Astazi am sa spun o poveste scrisa de un prieten bun Thomas ...</div><br /><div>Era cineva care iubea dar cineva ia prevestit ca va muri la o data certa. Iubita lui statea zi de zi cu el .In dimineata zilelei in care trebuia sa moara a fost izbit de imaginea iubitei lui moarta ... Murise de atac de cord ... Era real ... El nu a murit dar totusi crezul lui in moarte a atras moartea.. El , nu a mai murit atunci ...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is life </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-9049052416522574588?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-12148370560190332632008-01-08T16:29:00.000+02:002008-01-08T16:43:50.801+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R4OL1q9RaPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UERVyePH_1M/s1600-h/26122007269.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153116152822589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R4OL1q9RaPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UERVyePH_1M/s320/26122007269.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Black wizard came these days of our lifes with bad and dark wheather , with sad mornings and unsleeply nighs. With many bad thoughts and bad happenings ...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">One of these days the white wizard will came ... One of these days ...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-1214837056019033263?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-41989228743713848522007-11-29T21:37:00.000+02:002007-11-29T21:38:30.928+02:00I'm a superstar in my own privat movie . . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-4198922874371384852?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-24653273660322929892007-11-28T21:20:00.000+02:002007-12-01T11:00:25.732+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R1EinVLnF6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ncx9Y9NWK0c/s1600-R/10112007283.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138926708902533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R1EinVLnF6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AN_OjcLSCqw/s320/10112007283.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I see only what I wanna see<br />I be only who I wanna be<br />My blanket covers me<br />Music is my sanctuary<br />Music is my blanket<br />I see only what I wanna see<br />I be only who I wanna be<br />My blanket covers me<br />Music is my sanctuary<br />Music is my blanket<br />You are my living world<br />You are my living world<br />You are you are you are my<br />My only living world....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-2465327366032292989?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-8890876277581740652007-11-18T16:20:00.001+02:002008-08-31T02:31:40.708+03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R0BLqUjsLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tdMt9wgxY1o/s1600-h/71020_408.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134186765647359618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/R0BLqUjsLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tdMt9wgxY1o/s320/71020_408.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left">Suddenly something has happened to me /As I was having my cup of tea</p><p>Suddenly I was feeling depressed / I was utterly and totally stressed</p><br /><p>Do you know you made me cry / Do you know you made me die</p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-889087627758174065?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-55703815978522631122007-11-12T21:13:00.000+02:002007-11-12T21:22:00.003+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RzinmS5-0DI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K9D8AIA5po8/s1600-h/01112007253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132036051740577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RzinmS5-0DI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K9D8AIA5po8/s320/01112007253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Am inspiratie dar nu am senzatie </div><br /><div>Am senzatie dar nu vreau sa scriu</div><br /><div>Sa scriu am timp</div><br /><div>Am timp sa pierd vremea </div><br /><div>Vremea e urata</div><br /><div>Tu esti urata </div><br /><div>si...</div><br /><div>Adio pica frunza ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-5570381597852263112?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-60443406205193469352007-10-23T23:13:00.000+03:002007-10-23T23:29:59.486+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rx5ZtYvYpjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5L_9A7Bgu-8/s1600-h/PICT0129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124632062264387122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rx5ZtYvYpjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5L_9A7Bgu-8/s320/PICT0129.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rx5Y5YvYpiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13AiBV8tuEs/s1600-h/17102007155.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124631168911189538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rx5Y5YvYpiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13AiBV8tuEs/s320/17102007155.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is my first iron day in Bucharest ... my first full rainy day ... and I see more dark clouds coming ... and also more shirts ...</div><br /><br /><div>Isn't this ironic ?</div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6044340620519346935?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-69184186113572824012007-10-14T00:05:00.000+03:002007-10-14T00:33:49.169+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5o4vYphI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MADuZjI4P9U/s1600-h/80748226_LnSkKKxu_P1460623.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120937625885648402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5o4vYphI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MADuZjI4P9U/s320/80748226_LnSkKKxu_P1460623.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5YYvYpgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lA6NUUz2zfc/s1600-h/68853277_9UUadFYR_191006RainRainRaincopy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120937342417806850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5YYvYpgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lA6NUUz2zfc/s320/68853277_9UUadFYR_191006RainRainRaincopy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5SYvYpfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eQKdU5dZc0Q/s1600-h/60333423_18thmay195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120937239338591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE5SYvYpfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eQKdU5dZc0Q/s320/60333423_18thmay195.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE3RovYpeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QmdeJBnbR0Y/s1600-h/31206517_DSCN2307copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120935027430434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RxE3RovYpeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QmdeJBnbR0Y/s320/31206517_DSCN2307copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>If someone does one thing many , many , many times usually became professional.</div><div>If you are a teardrop and drop , and drop , and drop .... ... ... many times in many different ways: on the street , on the grass , on the faces , on the cars , on the ocean , on the windows , on and on ... you became an professional, an professional rain.</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6918418611357282401?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-45686804131422762642007-10-11T22:53:00.000+03:002007-10-11T23:15:48.183+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rw6EDovYpdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sFGjwnkP4JE/s1600-h/17112006(005).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120175024377472466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rw6EDovYpdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sFGjwnkP4JE/s320/17112006(005).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Minimal thinking .</div><br /><div>Toata lumea gandeste minimal nu gandim mult executam repede = cost saving , </div><br /><div>se comporta minimal = claxoneaza , se imping - lucruri simple </div><br /><div>vorbeste minimal = pupat ' (te-am pupat) , multu'(multumesc) si cea mai noua de azi .. "cu pla" - adica , cu placere.</div><br /><div>Nu mai spun de simboluri si semne - dar aici intru intr-o zona interesanta - de comunicare moderna ...</div><br /><div>La fel toata lumea asculta minimal de la 12 la 40 de ani cam asa - le place simt ca incep sa inteleaga - oare pt ca se regaseste tot mai des in peisajul urban ?!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>N' ziua d az simplu sa t manifesti nimik nu-ti sta in kle sa fii mnmlst...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-4568680413142276264?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-63084948759742653952007-10-09T22:19:00.000+03:002007-10-09T22:49:12.100+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwvbF4vYpcI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z86Fx72DwKY/s1600-h/23092007029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119426295613662658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwvbF4vYpcI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z86Fx72DwKY/s320/23092007029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>De maine am sa .... </div><br /><div>... fiu un model pentru ceilalti , am sa zambesc mai mult , am sa mananc mai putin , am sa-mi notez tot pe agenda , nu am sa mai intru incaltat , nu am sa mai intarzii , am sa ma berberesc in fiecare dimineata , nu am sa mai beau bauturi cu "acid", nu am sa mai mananc dulciuri , am sa gandesc pozitiv , nu am sa mai cheltui toti banii de pe card , nu am sa mai mananc o ciocolata intreaga , nu am sa ma mai uit la televizor asa de mult , nu am mai la apa deschisa , nu am sa mai mananc multe branzeturi , am sa ud planta la 2 zile , am sa platesc la timp facturile , am sa-mi sun prietenii , am sa ma trezec la 7:30 , am sa stau 3 minute cu samponul pe cap sa-si faca efectul </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6308494875974265395?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-12741407667029237882007-10-09T10:27:00.001+03:002007-10-09T10:27:20.175+03:00<br /> <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><object height='80' width='300'><param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/vFwI0N8Cmv/aus=false/' name='movie'/><param value='transparent' name='wmode'/><embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/vFwI0N8Cmv/aus=false/'/></object><br/><br/>12</div><br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-1274140766702923788?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-13246053453740642932007-10-04T18:30:00.000+03:002007-10-04T18:48:03.434+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwULCYvYpbI/AAAAAAAAADk/U8NTj4KMqUI/s1600-h/25042007(002).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117508687205279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwULCYvYpbI/AAAAAAAAADk/U8NTj4KMqUI/s320/25042007(002).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwUKW4vYpaI/AAAAAAAAADc/VWWzaMPud8g/s1600-h/PICT0120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117507939880969634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwUKW4vYpaI/AAAAAAAAADc/VWWzaMPud8g/s320/PICT0120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwUJnIvYpZI/AAAAAAAAADU/oF1y0hSfxhw/s1600-h/24062007(005).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117507119542216082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwUJnIvYpZI/AAAAAAAAADU/oF1y0hSfxhw/s320/24062007(005).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Senzatia primului sarut e atat de puternica incat nu o uiti decat dupa ce descoperii atingerea .</div><div>Fiecare om simte diferit senzatia de iubire unii o simt ca o durere in inima , altii ca un parfum , altii ca o stare de bine , altii ca o senzatie dulce in tot pieptul ... In schim fiecare dintre noi asociaza senzatia cu prima experienta avuta , cu prima persoana , cu primul obiect atins - daca la inceput cand esti mic mic pui mana pe geamul inghetat de afara stii ca e rece , sau poate nu stii ca rece dar inveti ca e o senzatie neplacuta.</div><div>Cand cresti si te indragostesti incepi sa simti acea senzatie , acel gust , acel parfum aproape indescriptibil si totusi experientele noastre sunt limitate de timpul petrecut lumea reala asa ca ... ... tot ceea ce stim stim din experientele altora pentru ca asa ne-au spus si noi credem ca inima e rosie , ca cerul e albastru dar poate nu e asa !</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-1324605345374064293?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-10469921077335597812007-10-01T19:36:00.000+03:002007-10-01T19:56:22.317+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwEl54vYpYI/AAAAAAAAADI/mk8bYIYrliU/s1600-h/04092007456.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116412328083498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwEl54vYpYI/AAAAAAAAADI/mk8bYIYrliU/s320/04092007456.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwElnYvYpXI/AAAAAAAAADA/gnomVFrD5mw/s1600-h/wiggy-thredee_1024x768.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116412010255918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwElnYvYpXI/AAAAAAAAADA/gnomVFrD5mw/s320/wiggy-thredee_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwElAovYpWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lKiOHklIEPU/s1600-h/26082007068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116411344535987554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwElAovYpWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lKiOHklIEPU/s320/26082007068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwEk0IvYpVI/AAAAAAAAACw/wlh5QzuK07A/s1600-h/26082007069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116411129787622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/RwEk0IvYpVI/AAAAAAAAACw/wlh5QzuK07A/s320/26082007069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>La MC - timpul sta in loc sau poate trece cu o viteza de 40 ani / 10 minute - te uiti in jur si vezi copii mici la prima iesire a lor in marele "big blue", copii curajosi la primul lor "Vreau si eu un Mec ! Va rog " , copii generatiei noi cu tenisi si freze punk si blugi fara fund , copii mari ca mine cu tenisi si freza punk cuminte , parinti mici , pariniti mari si batrani. Batrani care susotesc despre cu pica blugii la Conversi.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>La MC viata trece cu o viteza ametitoare , e locul unde realizezi ca viata e doar o clipa , ai 10 minute sa mirosi , sa gusti , sa adaugi condimente , sa privesti , sa fii critic , sa fii implinit , sa fii fericit , sa fii mic ..</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Ai 10 minute , 10 minute ai grija ce comanzi , la MC.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-1046992107733559781?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-66306300857663005562007-09-30T14:52:00.000+03:002007-09-30T15:26:07.926+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-VdYvYpUI/AAAAAAAAACo/1JMrcuhx8sA/s1600-h/03092007429.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115972033806116162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-VdYvYpUI/AAAAAAAAACo/1JMrcuhx8sA/s320/03092007429.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-U-ovYpTI/AAAAAAAAACg/2TA9yEpaW1U/s1600-h/03092007407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115971505525138738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-U-ovYpTI/AAAAAAAAACg/2TA9yEpaW1U/s320/03092007407.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-UlYvYpSI/AAAAAAAAACY/eepvz2EYg2I/s1600-h/01092007300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115971071733441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-UlYvYpSI/AAAAAAAAACY/eepvz2EYg2I/s320/01092007300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-UKYvYpRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HBm6K0iuCb4/s1600-h/01092007297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115970607876973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-UKYvYpRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HBm6K0iuCb4/s320/01092007297.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-TgYvYpOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p2wFk3tWw88/s1600-h/04092007470.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115969886322468066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-TgYvYpOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p2wFk3tWw88/s320/04092007470.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>In Rhodos localnicii viseaza , viseaza la fluturi , la trandafiri , la colosi , la caluti de mare , la cele 4 luni de vacanta din an , la golfuletul din Kaliteea , la fata cunoscuta la cafeneaua Boudoir , la milioanele de umbrele din vitrine , la orasul vechi , la relaxarea de la umbra palmierilor , la plajele interminabile , la vechea cetate din Lindos .<br />Oamenii din Rhodos au griji mici si fericiri mari e multa bucurie enegia colectiva influenteaza marea care devine albastra alba azurie verde si clara - totul e limpede acum , marea e influentata de gandurile oamenilor undeva mai sus de Rhodos intr-o tara mica care incpe cu R - marea e tulbure si murdara ...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6630630085766300556?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-67863001756363510312007-09-30T11:07:00.000+03:002007-09-30T14:43:39.478+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-L1ovYpFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u7ELyrsF8y4/s1600-h/16082007(006).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115961455301665874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv-L1ovYpFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/u7ELyrsF8y4/s320/16082007(006).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In fiecare Duminica ma trezesc trist si in acelasi timp vesel . E una din zilele in care cu siguranta nu stiu ce voi face din experienta celor 1508 duminici as spune ca ... voi manca in oras placinta , voi dormi , voi vedea 2 3 filme in casa , voi merge la cinema , in parc , la Time Out sau la No8 , voi sta in casa , ma voi plimba in parc , ma voi imbata ...<br />Astazi stau la cafenea langa parc si scriu , as vrea sa fiu poet dar nu sunt , as vrea sa fiu cantaret ambulant dar nu sunt , sunt inca un worker in in marele oras unde deobicei daca ceri ceai de musetel primesti ceai negru cu aroma de lamaie.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-6786300175636351031?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351705822602447457.post-4599689981640070232007-09-29T19:47:00.000+03:002007-09-29T20:22:41.185+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv6JK4vYpEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zkTGqexGYjs/s1600-h/01092007314.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115677046862292034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3peeYTnoqA/Rv6JK4vYpEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zkTGqexGYjs/s320/01092007314.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Ce e un "dream creator" ... E un gand venit de la o fiinta necontrolata de minte .</div><br /><div>Din pacate acest lucru se intampla rar f rar doar atunci cand privesti uimit la un peisaj de exemplu si atunci esti "doar tu cu tine" si ai un moment de pace.</div><br /><div>Acel moment imortalizat de un dispozitiv de captare de orice fel se numeste clipa sau prezenta activa .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351705822602447457-459968998164007023?l=oktopus1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oktopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10958529583246456183noreply@blogger.com2