tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84241541191845812002024-02-07T21:47:40.561-08:00CalliopeIllusion is the first of all pleasures.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-49468644271863325222009-07-02T04:11:00.000-07:002009-07-02T04:28:35.754-07:00The Story of Stuff ( via Idei care schimba lumea)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOjH8SM2CNsW073pjCBi6IXyCYYFJcIjl2SnL72vXqYCBz5Fw2SnCGriQ7wpzol3NQIftngpD7UP2Bd6HGzWenlnJRlvYfW1DfMxnuYfFbWkGQVES7aoZKJIR5-RPkEaqrYHUcuXBkTo/s1600-h/217x188_SoS_Banner004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353822744103603746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOjH8SM2CNsW073pjCBi6IXyCYYFJcIjl2SnL72vXqYCBz5Fw2SnCGriQ7wpzol3NQIftngpD7UP2Bd6HGzWenlnJRlvYfW1DfMxnuYfFbWkGQVES7aoZKJIR5-RPkEaqrYHUcuXBkTo/s400/217x188_SoS_Banner004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uzv8GXW_vTxrEXD26Sjsyla3mCKnqwZR18PmfVb9BYE6DcBVtlN3m7m58JYDli9tcyS0PGGbOdth7XDFRx0VFA10ad0sJrCP9h_J3fOFhUh-NQxWiL7JnGOUyHVNbvrMNGIRAbSjdkg/s1600-h/217x188_SoS_Banner001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353822395740927106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uzv8GXW_vTxrEXD26Sjsyla3mCKnqwZR18PmfVb9BYE6DcBVtlN3m7m58JYDli9tcyS0PGGbOdth7XDFRx0VFA10ad0sJrCP9h_J3fOFhUh-NQxWiL7JnGOUyHVNbvrMNGIRAbSjdkg/s400/217x188_SoS_Banner001.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwoZ_0g4rrA3WidXgTPiSv039pM6m7CTniTlMy7L0CrDoVCRCq586POaW6yBl60tRTezvfuc3V4cCyEQkgKl3v5bVF-U8PgixcOb3yQRt98_NYzaDTaa5BxEipqJGe5fO8YYNCZRBLGk/s1600-h/217x188_SoS_Banner002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353822528173138530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwoZ_0g4rrA3WidXgTPiSv039pM6m7CTniTlMy7L0CrDoVCRCq586POaW6yBl60tRTezvfuc3V4cCyEQkgKl3v5bVF-U8PgixcOb3yQRt98_NYzaDTaa5BxEipqJGe5fO8YYNCZRBLGk/s400/217x188_SoS_Banner002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br />O poveste pe intelesul tuturor, despre societatea de consum in care ne simtim atat de privilegiati.<a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/"> Watch it here.<br /></a></div></div>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-78629205337611799952009-04-02T16:10:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:15:14.124-07:00mit cora.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0hwYDD3gdP1lxrN7AdVT1a2qzYwHbArj4x-WSEe9FH1tVIgA6aW3WSlceTyhGd1p6Tv3kVbx0VOKT5oq_4KyhC11jRVHtvDS66x7Rj3oT7dy92EA1O45NwhXqbONrxanHWEA2oySJtw/s1600-h/Picture+096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0hwYDD3gdP1lxrN7AdVT1a2qzYwHbArj4x-WSEe9FH1tVIgA6aW3WSlceTyhGd1p6Tv3kVbx0VOKT5oq_4KyhC11jRVHtvDS66x7Rj3oT7dy92EA1O45NwhXqbONrxanHWEA2oySJtw/s400/Picture+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320236429028928386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqaAkckDB6if0Z9oWGF30UuDkULZiZCjztW2B7MFqlsTXfN0wQzjHwO9NvJxMyM9kLx_nhuF-JdTt3BBgLsc0p7VmpmSJCHvSjyOA56eWzkhTb4Ptbo2a9yXqtRE1IRX4mCROc1tZlds/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqaAkckDB6if0Z9oWGF30UuDkULZiZCjztW2B7MFqlsTXfN0wQzjHwO9NvJxMyM9kLx_nhuF-JdTt3BBgLsc0p7VmpmSJCHvSjyOA56eWzkhTb4Ptbo2a9yXqtRE1IRX4mCROc1tZlds/s400/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320236268844009378" border="0" /></a>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-19588162329151876922009-04-02T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:10:19.116-07:00new horizons. Konstanz. Baden- Württemberg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gX9xYokDWiLJCzXZ5wDvFXmPB97Eop73-Y5rwx8ukJJS18drsSFPhDmjrZWiogCAeXh9EVke9m11Lp0xOft-I_ldO5JP94wRof3RFckVplyc3PnEkBX3XYVPXIDAXpsNXvCxLMkhcXQ/s1600-h/2512366-md.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gX9xYokDWiLJCzXZ5wDvFXmPB97Eop73-Y5rwx8ukJJS18drsSFPhDmjrZWiogCAeXh9EVke9m11Lp0xOft-I_ldO5JP94wRof3RFckVplyc3PnEkBX3XYVPXIDAXpsNXvCxLMkhcXQ/s400/2512366-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320232777588461602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once again, on the road. This time- Germany.<br />livin the Erasmus dream. :))<br />which has its nightmarish parts after all. :))<br />but the landscape' s great: das Bodensee, der Rhein, Wälder, Wiesen, medieval city Zentrum..<br />and people are..different, aber deswegen total interessant! ;)<br />bis bald!<br />:Pmidorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-51111606388675829552009-03-16T09:14:00.000-07:002011-03-13T16:01:43.670-07:00midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-5571754014955270152009-02-18T11:40:00.000-08:002009-02-18T11:58:01.668-08:00Trainspotting with you.<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvozRQ-1gdQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvozRQ-1gdQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />A new sense of time and space these days...</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">On <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Underworld- Born Slippy</span></span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">chords</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">...<br /><br />Drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">In the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">She was a beautiful boy and tears boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">And all in your innerspace boy you had</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Hands girl boy and steel boy you had</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Chemicals boy Ive grown so close to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Boy and you just groan boy she said</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Comeover comeover she smiled at you boy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Random blonde bio high density rhythm blonde boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Blonde country blonde high density</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">You are my drug boy youre real boy speak to me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">And boy dog dirty numb cracking boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">You get wet boy big big time boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Acid bear boy babes and babes and babes and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Babes and babes and remembering nothing boy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">You like my tin horn boy and get wet like an angel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Derail.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">You got a velvet mouth youre so succulent and beautiful</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">On your telephone line and God and everything</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">On your telephone and in walk an angel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">And look at me your mom squatting pissed in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">A tube hole at tottenham court</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Road I just come out of the ship</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Talking to the most blonde I ever met.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Shouting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Lager lager lager lager shouting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Lager lager lager lager shouting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Lager lager lager shouting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Mega mega white thing mega mega white thing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Mega mega white thing mega mega shouting</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Lager lager lager lager mega mega white thing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Mega mega white thing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">So many things to see and do in the tube hole</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">True blonde going back to romford</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Mega mega mega going back to romford</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Hi mom are you having fun and now are you on</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;">Your way to a new tension headache</span>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-1141628093731307132009-01-21T14:38:00.000-08:002009-01-24T02:21:24.481-08:00It's gravity...in mod cert, el nu asteapta joi asa cum astept eu.sau vineri. banuiesc, intuiesc, ca el nu asteapta nimic. si conteaza.mi-ar placea sa zic asa- "<span style="font-style: italic;">de data asta nu-mi pasa</span>".au contraire. de data asta, imi pasa.<br /><br />Am iesit cu Cora la o plimbare in seara asta. Sa-si cumpere ea un<span style="font-style: italic;"> eclaire</span>.<br />Da, am iesit si un<span style="font-style: italic;"> eclaire</span> a fost pretextul.<br />Si eu purtam crocsii galbeni, si fara sosete, dar nu mi era deloc frig, si hainutza eleganta a Corei. Si ea era in pijamalele roz, si cu un fas negru (tot imprumutat), pe deasupra. :) Un pic de nebunie in plin Iasi, ce ne lipseste, ce ne trebuie? ce cautam? ..<br /><br />..ce vreau eu de la tine? vreau totul. vreau macar minimul pe care poti sa- l oferi la momentul x din intervalul..<br /><br />Dar aerul era splendid- adevarul e ca ieseam pentru prima oara astazi. Si aerul era usor si rece si putin- putin, sapte la suta, 24 grame, visai ca esti la marginea padurii, pe toloaca la Ligia. Numai a conifere amarui nu mirosea ( nah, eram doar in plin Iasi, zona centrala, fosta padure splendida, acum aglomeratie urbana, studenti). Dar trebuie sa ma crezi- era de ajuns sa intinzi putin bratele, sa-ti arcuiesti delicat gatul si sa te ridici pe varfuri- un fel de miscare balerina( degas e frumos, degas e sensibil)- da, era de ajuns sa faci miscarile astea elementare si pun pariu ca ai fi zburat. Prea era usor aerul.. Undeva, chiar aici in Iasiul meu, in zona Copou, chiar la Universitate, prin statia de tramvai si prin Codrescu, se facuse pentru o clipita, o gaura. Nu, nu o gaura in stratul de ozon, ce stupid. Se facuse o gaura in forta aia grea, gravitationala. Chiar in momentul in care eu si Cora am iesit sa cumparam<span style="font-style: italic;"> eclaire-ul</span>.. Te ridicai, te inaltai, pluteai, stii tu, ca in spatiu, ca-n ceruri<span style="font-style: italic;">. Te ridicai usor, aveai un umar gol, si zambetul amar</span>, si pluteai. ( Baiete, esti prost, iar eu nu sunt o curva pe-un tortuar..)<br /><br />Ciorile din copou au profitat de lipsa asta subita, neasteptata, de gravitatie. Au zburat pana la luna si inapoi, le e foame, le e foame, le e foame, iar mie mi-e foame de iubire. Ce cliseu..:)))) Ma fac sa rad. Ar fi fost inedit. Ar fi trebuit doar sa iesi din biroul tau- mi l inchipui dezordonat, sufocant- sau din apartamentul tau ( unde esti tu, mai?..unde stai acum?..). Daca ai fi iesit, probabil ai fi zburat. Si cu siguranta ca as fi plutit si eu. Putin de tot.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-36667834257223154612009-01-16T00:27:00.000-08:002009-01-16T02:47:03.174-08:00Iubiti si caini vagabonzi..asta- seara stateam in fata magazinului " iulia", de unde cumparam adesea paine neagra feliata sau intermediara, servetele parfumate, pufuleti, portocale si ciocolata, gel de dus, conserve de peste, pateuri..<br /><br />da, cum ziceam, stateam acolo si o asteptam pe corina sa isi cumpere servetele demachiante si poate inca ceva.<br /><br />suddently, au aparut 2 tipe. veneau din camin, in haine ordinare (nu m-as mira sa fi fost in pijamale!..) si cu ele- un caine- un caine maro deschis, ca un ness batut cu mult zahar si un strop de apa. si era ceva nespus de cald si bland in privirea lui..<br /><br />fetele au intrat hlizindu-se stupid in magazin. ma duc cu gandul la mine si andreea. poate pentru ca si noi, mai demult, in magazine, tot asa..<br /><br />si cainele e un caine la strazii, un maidanez zburator, daca vrei, insa ele il trateaza de parca ar fi al lor, iar el la trateaza pe ele ca pe niste suverane stapane. se gudura pe langa picioarele lor si le zambeste content si condescendent. da, zau, cainii sunt poate printre singurele mamifere capabile sa zambeasca frumos, frumos de tot..<br /><br />da, si ele au intrat. si, cumva, i-au dat de inteles sa astepte. asa ca el s-a proptit pe picioarele din spate, langa mine. si eu o astept pe Corina..<br /><br />deodata, ma cuprindeo patima nebuna- <strong>cainele asta trebuie sa fie <em>al meu</em></strong> ! nu pentru ca e un caine frumos si cald ca un ness cu mult zahar si..NU! ci pentru ca el<em> al lor</em> si el se gudura asa si de-aia! ca are deja niste stapane, niste leaderi informali si deloc legali ( el tot caine al strazii ramane, existent probabil undeva in registrele hingherilor municipali..)<br /><br />Da, il vreau!.. vreau sa-mi arate mie ca.. il strig, incet, cu nasul infundat in fular, ca sa nu ma zareasca <em>ele</em> din magazin. il chem bland, cutzu-cutzu, hai, cutzu-cutzu, hai, cutzu. putin dezorientat, priveste spre magazinul cu usa inchisa. e iarna, e frig, nu e ger, dar e frig. insa mie nu imi e, si nici lui. eu am haina groasa, din suedia, iar el blana groasa, maro, de pe strazi si numai buna pentru strazi.<br /><br />il chem mai tare, mai rugator. intelege. stie ca sunt<em> eu. </em>( mie de ce nu imi zambeste?!..) ma priveste doar. are un fel de curiozitate, plictisita.o curiozitate plictisita de 5 secunde. apoi se ridica incet si pleaca, 3 metri mai incolo, langa zidul kioskului. fara sa maraie, fara sa zica nimic, fara ostilitate.<br /><br />fetele ies. "a plecat cutzu..", zice una cu un aer trist. dar cutzu e si cand le vede, li se alatura, toata lumea e multumita, cainele zambeste din nou, haios, ele il alinta- "hai, cutzu-cutzu-cutzu!.."<br /><br />nu inteleg. ma intreb daca in pachetul pe care una din ele il duce in brate e salam, carne, vreo chifla parfumata, ceva care-i ademeneste lui cutzu narile si-i trezeste simpatia asta subita.probabil. most likely.<br /><br />iese si corina.o pornim agale pe alee, prin parcul solitar- tufele albe, tufele negre, decor de doliu..<br /><br />le ajungem din urma pe cele doua cu javra lor maro. trag cu ochiul in bratele fetei cu pachetul, sa ma conving ca e salam si de aceea cainele..e o conserva. de peste. bine sigilata, absolut etansa. <em>daca nu o deschizi, nu se strica</em>, says mom. <em>e ton bun. de la rusi. nu, nu miroase daca n-o deschizi..."</em> nu miroase, asadar.<br /><br />all of a sudden, imi vine sa ma opresc in drepul lor si sa-i ard javrei aleia ordinare un picior intre coaste si ...<br /><br />dar il las asa sa vada, raul, ca un biet..<br /><br />forget it. sunt absolut sigura ca si acel caine din povestea aia patetica, acel caine al soldatului, a murit ca o javra ordinara pe mormantul stapanului lui. nu din devotament, ci pentru ca nu a mai gasit singur drumul spre casa si era prea idiot si inadaptat inferior ca sa-si procure singur hrana cea de toate zilele. nu-i asa?.. oricum, a murit o moarte lenta de tot, groaznica ( cate saptamani poate sa supravietuiasca o fiinta umana fara hrana?.. 6 zile fara apa, 6 saptamani fara hrana..asa o fi si la caini..)<br /><br />tot potaie ai ramas, caine!.. te-ai atasat de cine nu trebuie, si ala a murit. s-a dus. verschwunden. plecat in tarile calde.<br /><br />ai fost mai fraier chiar decat catelusul schiop,zau daca nu!.. <em><strong>eu am numai trei picioare, si ma misc de-abia, tzop- tzop..</strong></em>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-29865782983676893102008-12-10T03:15:00.000-08:002008-12-10T03:27:15.915-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXE_Vp2GT_sdtt7jcZyuicNPvJctcJ6i7GDtE_ruaBrMs1dZTyAJS2dPxd45PYf-7Hn9xXJ7b9i1lAx7ebCIi6RCBvASLqeIZZWUWjptjVOQrJ2AXHlVuQL90Weyzwvp3WsXa4Q35TbI/s1600-h/blogtavian_126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278119161632732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXE_Vp2GT_sdtt7jcZyuicNPvJctcJ6i7GDtE_ruaBrMs1dZTyAJS2dPxd45PYf-7Hn9xXJ7b9i1lAx7ebCIi6RCBvASLqeIZZWUWjptjVOQrJ2AXHlVuQL90Weyzwvp3WsXa4Q35TbI/s400/blogtavian_126.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.futureshorts.com/index.php?site=34">Futureshorts</a> is finally here !!!!!!<br /><br />After Bucuresti, Timisoara and Cluj the monthly short films festival has finally arrived to Iasi.<br /><br />I will definitely be at <strong>Teatrul Luceafarul on Friday, the 12th of December, 20.00 h.<br /></strong><br />The event includes a cool animation workshop, held by <a href="http://antonoctavian.blogspot.com/">Anton Octavian.</a><br /><br />So...If u're interested in directing, films and animations.. meet u there! :*midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-67547435115882034512008-11-24T03:21:00.001-08:002008-11-24T03:52:27.141-08:00I.raspund, tarziu ce-i drept, la leapsa primita de la <a href="http://ana-ligia.blogspot.com/">Ligia</a>..<br />99 lucruri care ma definesc?<br />Voi scrie 9..:D<br /><br />1. Isa e egoista. Isa e cinica. Mi s-a reprosat de multe ori. S-ar putea sa fie un mecanism de self-defence, sau poate mere amusement. :P<br /><br />2. Isa are cativa prieteni buni, buni de tot. pentru asta merita sa traiesti.<br /><br />3. Oscar Wilde. My Love.<br /><br />4. Isa evolves, Isa develops, Isa changes. It's hard to define a constant Isa.<br /><br />5. Last summer. Best summer ever.<br /><br />6. Candva, Isa scria. Poezii, proza scurta. Chestii de proasta calitate, in general. :D Totusi, Isa a scris o singura, unica poezie worth reading. <a href="http://calliopethemuse.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html">Albastru</a>. Pentru Robert.<br /><br />7. Day dreamer and time waster.<br /><br />8. Inotul si patinajul- unicele sporturi care m-au fascinat dintotdeauna.<br /><br />9. The Past- I find it more fascinating than the Present and more misterious than the Future.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-70743619328819790542008-11-02T15:19:00.000-08:002008-11-02T15:28:37.175-08:00Minulescu..si noi..<em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">N-a fost nimic din ce-a putut să fie,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Şi ce-a putut să fie s-a sfârşit...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">N-a fost decât o scurtă nebunie</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Ce-a-nsângerat o lamă, lucioasă, de cuţit!...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">N-am fost decât doi călători cu trenul,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Ce ne-am urcat în tren fără tichete</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Şi fără nici un alt bagaj decât refrenul</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Semnalului de-alarmă din perete!...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Dar n-am putut călători-mpreună...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Şi fiecare-am coborât în câte-o gară,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Ca două veveriţe-nspăimântate de furtună -</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Furtuna primei noastre nopţi de primăvară!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">Şi-atâta tot!... Din ce-a putut să fie,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">N-a fost decât un searbăd început</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">De simplu "fapt divers", ce nu se ştie</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#333399;">În care timp şi-n care loc s-a petrecut!...</span></em><br /><br />-Romantza negativa-midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-10083272866297565162008-11-02T14:57:00.000-08:002008-11-02T15:13:46.446-08:00Have I told you lately that I...* held my first real AIESEC training on Saturday ...(this one goes out to the ones who made it happen! Thanks for your support!)<br /><br />*had a great time at AIESEC de 15 :D..<br /><br />*learnt interesting stuff, met smart people on Sunday at "Schimb de Carti" ...<br /><br />*<em><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>love you?..</strong></span></em> :)midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-64635953609439843692008-10-12T08:34:00.000-07:002008-10-12T08:39:00.446-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Yg4MpOrB-Gbjy97fvtcpYUZ5AQekN-aGbmnoGtFu92Pi5TmJe4AcsbXTX3eUGaorKcscPZ1xdkdq1LmYeUrhqBa55gKV9-ZQj3oW3o4U21gVyjLIFiV49SWVDjVx_syNwo0K2ucP16s/s1600-h/74%2520turn%2520back%2520time3_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Yg4MpOrB-Gbjy97fvtcpYUZ5AQekN-aGbmnoGtFu92Pi5TmJe4AcsbXTX3eUGaorKcscPZ1xdkdq1LmYeUrhqBa55gKV9-ZQj3oW3o4U21gVyjLIFiV49SWVDjVx_syNwo0K2ucP16s/s400/74%2520turn%2520back%2520time3_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291312055732578" border="0" /></a>Nu glumesc.<br />Vreau sa dau timpul inapoi.<br />cand amandoi eram simpli si inteligibili.<br />cand amandoi eram toleranti si buni.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-88588103413342445702008-10-11T07:46:00.000-07:002008-10-11T14:26:43.088-07:00Swedish fields.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5fA_Vr3wCeAu5ATQe6fOTLLqvO8CTb7qs0Y_jtnLVNVzB3A7UvG_KBAvdWdDvBRVfrK52V_LHNT399CSAlNIG8ew3tKYBe9-aX6ezxb655eRhDByWZd-YQg3-YIu99IRP6XXCold8pU/s1600-h/swedish+fields+warm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5fA_Vr3wCeAu5ATQe6fOTLLqvO8CTb7qs0Y_jtnLVNVzB3A7UvG_KBAvdWdDvBRVfrK52V_LHNT399CSAlNIG8ew3tKYBe9-aX6ezxb655eRhDByWZd-YQg3-YIu99IRP6XXCold8pU/s400/swedish+fields+warm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255908112000676930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiJq5eMPFW-_jBnlMJrNJAlXrny-zPIrKAAQUQ0laky2G4tsMMveQbqdFuO0VqZhceSfEnUWtPiQmUweANg2OrgvbcaOzOeJesUQO33kjZbdQPh7FgCYvYSBCJfI9EmUsTVzUUfgbIZE/s1600-h/swedish+fields.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiJq5eMPFW-_jBnlMJrNJAlXrny-zPIrKAAQUQ0laky2G4tsMMveQbqdFuO0VqZhceSfEnUWtPiQmUweANg2OrgvbcaOzOeJesUQO33kjZbdQPh7FgCYvYSBCJfI9EmUsTVzUUfgbIZE/s400/swedish+fields.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255908007453032082" border="0" /></a>The story behind the picture-<br />A photograph I took last summer, during the time I spent<br />in Bjarred, Sweden. Late August. A tiny village surrounded by woods.<br />I fell under the spell of those Green Green Surroundings. And I love horses. Since I can remember. Their grace. Their superior restlessness. They seemed so very free, they wore no signs of human control.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-4280745969468657872008-10-09T13:37:00.000-07:002008-10-09T13:41:05.048-07:00...Forever Autumn...iasiul poate fi si gri si incolor si insipid..totusi,Copoul e la fel de frumos si pe soare si prin ploaie..stii cum miros frunzele de nuc dupa ploaie?imagineaza-ti...un miros atat de crud..aproape ca iti vine sa crezi ca e primavara...de parca frunzele de nuc nu mor atunci,sau cel putin nu mor la fel ca celelalte..sa sari prin balti si sa te stopesti si sa te uzi la picioare si sa iti inghetze nasul dimineatza cand mergi la cursuri....i guess there is a good part in everything..midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-28992290573527533162008-10-07T07:35:00.000-07:002008-10-08T02:50:27.404-07:00Photo Session# Copou Fall.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNfo2b3bk4wG1VjlWDlh9BYiyCbRd3-IVbC5fLP3q47WVU4G1D-6EcNdIodSwdP3gj9a6LhnNrbobEOCgQJkr4eGx6jK9vLQea9eaS9iAt3Z9AKxzsjgvYnj4BHcWXM7tYGt66L3Mklc/s1600-h/_MG_4646.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254425311326085410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8vgWQ0hFYu5NDhkh9oBrzhfL2_FQHnTt3DvRNTTtGaRfVmkzf1ZukzUWa5MwzShqP2qui95GcTM-A5vDaVcAJD0ySkAt0KhRd2f7-WJhhjngJYQEM2K_ks7kS1gLhDHCGnw6vSQbJkM/s400/_MG_4631.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqt62_-sDjWa_PSRLh76-j92nIlU2n9F3TjDQFdO8iqNaET28VP0ILDOxWJyY11HQdicwkWYsc4gSR3rod5x2WFgUlao2ygbpGNnPLeeAiOCcUxozuQM7z5fvBt8vwPG46cV7kWCS_3TQ/s1600-h/_MG_4625.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254421452472461282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqt62_-sDjWa_PSRLh76-j92nIlU2n9F3TjDQFdO8iqNaET28VP0ILDOxWJyY11HQdicwkWYsc4gSR3rod5x2WFgUlao2ygbpGNnPLeeAiOCcUxozuQM7z5fvBt8vwPG46cV7kWCS_3TQ/s400/_MG_4625.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-11036160720059710442008-10-03T02:04:00.000-07:002008-10-03T02:39:17.514-07:00:) Uncyclopedia.The so very funny - idiotic version of Wikipedia- <a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page">Uncyclopedia</a>- the content-free encyclopedia that anyone can edit!!! :))))<br />Discovered through <a href="http://marius3c.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-aiesec.html">Marius</a>.<br /><br />I amused myself searching some stuff about Romania -our beautiful beautiful Heimat- on Uncyclopedia. And, boy, I laughed and laughed and than laughed some more! :D<br /><br />Here it is ( though you may check it yourself, if it pleases you! ) :<br /><br /><br /><em>The Romanians teach their little cute kids that their ancients, some brave people, established ~2500 years ago a country called 'Dacia' (now, Dacia is just a no-name car brand, made mainly by Renault - the lady cars company). Well, at that time, Dacia was also a brand too, (their country's brand) and this people (called 'daci' by the romans) loved the brand so badly, that they dared to fight romans when those wanted to attach Dacia to the Roman Empire, thus Dacia brand disappearing and letting others think that 'Roman' whas a more famous brand. So, as I was telling you, they did fight, and they kept doing it until the real brand won (surprise): the romans! BUT our story goes on. The brand 'Dacia' survived (and we conclude that the war had no reason), but the difference was that the romans mixed up with the 'daci', and so, later, over centuries, when the Roman Empire died, a new brand had risen: 'Romania'. Isn't that lovely? I can't imagine how that comes, that those ancient daci accepted this rebranding process.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-16495115256833984112008-08-31T18:46:00.000-07:002008-08-31T19:05:06.576-07:00Titless :p<span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Destruction is a form of creation. </strong></span><br /><br />Everything we build, we build on the ruins of previous things.<br />You must first destroy, in order to create.<br />And that's a fact.<br /><br />(Under the influence-<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVeCoxeAq84">Billy Talent- Surrender</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrivjzw0RlI">Smashing Pumpkins-1979</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XempunzHQ0U">All American Rejects-It Ends Tonight</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNS-pXFm5TU">Good Charlotte- Young and hopeless</a><br />Donnie Darkomidorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-30832168984813696382008-08-31T16:06:00.000-07:002008-08-31T16:40:40.141-07:00Copenhagen 2008.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-iF1ZCk__tvk4KQ6urub_k5FHmMw39CXusnENvWobqO5aImOpuZFel4ZvyWuNUjJJUe7i8iHnpt3fmJAwG7uaThbi5HJm-BKsDa35DElqKA07W8tY6PFuHZY-yNndujz40AapOjbmyY/s1600-h/isabela+440.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240829151222236418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M_yPbQRRX7vhSclg4vLez2A7uUNWXI5XwCXCT9Vqzy-Qi4J7CSQK8w0F6GDh8_ifE3s61VeLUs6Qp4pZ46PUkSWev8ELJPGj2vGQBmMJjzmZTh-SGeeAHjbw0D0Qa8r-6YQFq4o9-Z8/s400/isabela+165.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj222FlBxX8DbE-003qnw24HGmATX4m6h_hKNhSQpMB8duNm8OUUpi3uGVzWBN-AXWKWMluDekRcr-G4oxYaC0dTaitzDzv7-kGLupJOXCW1IYlMKNcfzXWs7y3gN17PdYZSNXFQzy3KXQ/s1600-h/isabela+117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240826204543838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj222FlBxX8DbE-003qnw24HGmATX4m6h_hKNhSQpMB8duNm8OUUpi3uGVzWBN-AXWKWMluDekRcr-G4oxYaC0dTaitzDzv7-kGLupJOXCW1IYlMKNcfzXWs7y3gN17PdYZSNXFQzy3KXQ/s400/isabela+117.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFC_Oh87afgExQTWWvOru885Xch2OpcsKH4U_XWbuevWupXoPGVv8B6UXfUN02W3TVxHBMDOQBTrZJ3pR_l-oi7-V0vPWd79w3mw_sMfTwIP6Rseuth7zMMbKMQtIqug1I92a0n070us/s1600-h/isabela+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240823935764027250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFC_Oh87afgExQTWWvOru885Xch2OpcsKH4U_XWbuevWupXoPGVv8B6UXfUN02W3TVxHBMDOQBTrZJ3pR_l-oi7-V0vPWd79w3mw_sMfTwIP6Rseuth7zMMbKMQtIqug1I92a0n070us/s400/isabela+090.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Not just some random photos, but sweet memories...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Late summmer day spent in Denmark.</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-29533659566329976972008-08-30T15:51:00.000-07:002008-08-30T16:44:59.019-07:00Comunismul outside of the box (Suedia 2008)Cele mai interesante lucruri nu le descopar in carti, ci in oameni. Stiam asta de mult.<br /><br />Sunt aici, intr o tara straina, sub luminile nordului. Departe de Romania.Seara de seara, port random conversations cu gazdele mele.Si fiecare discutie ma pune pe ganduri...<br /><br />Seara aceasta, eram cu totii la masa, cand gazda mea a spus, in engleza:´<em><strong>Tonight we talk about</strong></em> <em><strong>Ceausescu!´</strong></em> Glumea,desigur..Insa dupa cina, am inceput efectiv sa vorbim despre asta. -Trei persoane in jurul unei mese: un suedez, un roman ce a parasit Romania in '89, si eu, studenta romanca. Pe rand, am spus fiecare ce cunoastem, ce am trait, citit sau auzit despre comunism.<br />Nu stiu daca toate cate s au spus au un fundament real: teorii ale conspiratiei care implicau si Uniunea Sovietica in inlaturarea lui Ceausescu, idei conform carora inainte de anii '80 comunismul era mai putin radical..In orice caz, interesant a fost sa urmaresc impresiile celorlalti, in paralel cu propriile mele impresii.<br />Cum este posibil ca un popor sa accepte in tacere ignoranta atatia ani, ba mai mult, sa il regrete inca si astazi pe Ceausescu? Cum se poate ca intr o societate cu pretentii moderne, in sec XX, un mosneag terminat ( Ceausescu) sa fie pus la zid si impuscat, without a proper trial ? - intrebari de genul acesta a ridicat suedezul.<br />Ca romanca, am fost dezamagita de mine insami, dandu mi seama cat de putine stiu si cat de putin m a interesant pana acum. Acum, as vrea sa aflu mai mult. Pana la urma, mai avem inca multe radacini comuniste in noi. Ar trebui sa le cunoastem, ca sa le putem extirpa.midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-4593082542805551822008-08-24T12:33:00.000-07:002008-08-24T12:40:21.985-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswXZNwGfgRiEzXsJvMrUcHwXyPi-GKoz_ZK9mjtKHx5K9MsFhTWrGAdq3U6vpLSqLhIHH1oTumSc-KeS_RbCw5gzvVYAyJx04ePx1BG027rXwkLEPXgONROYPge9Yy88XvxeRgaz7jwg/s1600-h/IMG_9653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswXZNwGfgRiEzXsJvMrUcHwXyPi-GKoz_ZK9mjtKHx5K9MsFhTWrGAdq3U6vpLSqLhIHH1oTumSc-KeS_RbCw5gzvVYAyJx04ePx1BG027rXwkLEPXgONROYPge9Yy88XvxeRgaz7jwg/s400/IMG_9653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238170785065114546" border="0" /></a><br /> The whitest sand ever seen...and a piece of M! :)<br /> Thanks, Love!midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-21552184847419221312008-08-21T16:10:00.000-07:002008-08-26T03:55:08.183-07:00Midnight chill.<span name="KonaFilter"><span style="COLOR: rgb(128,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" ></span></span></span><br /><span name="KonaFilter"><span style="COLOR: rgb(128,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">I know what I am-</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">imperfect, still I am too pure for you and anyone.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">cold, if you don't raise your hand and feel the flames.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">and I do have too many dimensions to enter.</span></span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >'O God, I am not like you</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >In your vacuous black,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Eternity bores me,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >I never wanted it.'</span><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"I am a lantern— </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >My head a moon </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive."</span></span>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-81288641400592576172008-08-20T02:01:00.000-07:002008-08-20T03:30:21.953-07:00My Coats Of Arms. Florence 2008. Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgp_UptELWKqTiCEtnsj4XZXYpTjnrwx-iQjBLRUJSIpsETEaVfyhxD-uUIMXzm3-jdi9OgecpHTFNlrwA7UFQ4_UPgA52uHsgwBFYvOoLXZhQWVdpb7mfR1G-HOrTa8ON-EnMRIpMZw/s1600-h/IMG_8973.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgp_UptELWKqTiCEtnsj4XZXYpTjnrwx-iQjBLRUJSIpsETEaVfyhxD-uUIMXzm3-jdi9OgecpHTFNlrwA7UFQ4_UPgA52uHsgwBFYvOoLXZhQWVdpb7mfR1G-HOrTa8ON-EnMRIpMZw/s400/IMG_8973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236522589390196066" border="0" /></a><br />August 2008.<br /><br />For 4 days we tasted the exquisite Florence, with its narrow streets, crowded "piazza-s" and Renaissance splendours.<br />And I was not alone. :)<br />Florence, the old matron, welcomed us with open arms and long queues. But we took our time. And absorbed as much as we could from its wonders.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;">Here is a concise list of what we touched:<br /><br /><br />*Piazza del Duomo;<br />*Duomo S. Maria del Fiore; Battistero; Campanile di Giotto;<br />*Piazza della Signoria;<br />*Palazzo Vecchio;<br />*Galleria degli Uffizi;<br />*Ponte Vecchio;<br />*Palazzo Pitti;<br />*Galleria d'Arte Moderna;<br />*Museo degli Argenti;<br /> *Museo delle Porcellane;<br /> *Giardino di Boboli;<br /> *Piazza S. Maria Novella;<br /> *Chiesa S. Maria Novella;<br /> *Piazza San Marco;<br /><div style="text-align: right;"> *Chiesa San Marco;<br /></div> *Piazza SS. Annunziata;<br /> *Spedale degli Innocenti;<br /> *Chiesa SS. Annunziata;<br /> *Museo Nazionale ( Bargello);<br /> *Castello Bargello;<br /> *Piazza S. Croce;<br /> *Chiesa S. Croce;<br /> *Ponte alle Grazie;<br /> *Piazzale Michelangelo;<br /> *S. Miniato al Monte;<br /> *Tempio Israelitico;<br /> *Chiesa S. Lorenzo;<br /> *Chiesa Orsanmichele;<br /> *Cappelle Medicee;<br /> *Palazzo Medici-Ricardi;<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> *Fortrezza di Basso.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I almost forgot to mention McDonald's..:)) (the cheapest place to eat in all Florence..:)) I wonder why..:P )<br /></div></div>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-70647845936280971442008-08-12T13:39:00.000-07:002008-08-12T15:33:03.177-07:00Where the Wild Roses Grow..Abetone.And where the blueberries grow...<br />And where the raspberries grow...<br />And where the artificial snow and the genuine snow fall together as one ...<br />Abetone.<br /><br /><br />Un mic orasel de munte,in inima Appenninilor Tosco-Emilieni. Nimic rau nu ti se poate intampla in manunchiul acesta de verde. Aici se sting toate filosofiile lumii. Ratiunea pura adoarme, imblanzita de crestele calme. Si somnul ei trezeste in mine instinctul. Sunt oameni si in Abetone.Ii vad-turisti,ca si mine. Citesc, si in ei, ca si in mine, dorinta de salbaticie. Insa nu salbaticia grotesca a marilor orase- gaze de esapament, claxoane, vibratii de metrou...<br /><br /><br />Sunt cu un 1300 de metri aproape de cer. Sunt cu mult mai aproape de Dumnezeu in Abetone. Acest Dumnezeu care, desi este pretutindeni, se descopera parca mai mult in locuri primitive.<br /><br /><br />Parasesc Abetone cu sentimentul Paradisului pierdut. <span class="standardbold"></span><h1><br /></h1>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-35259824182765671062008-08-11T14:35:00.000-07:002008-08-11T14:43:08.622-07:00Breakfast at Tiffany's.What is love?<span style="color:#000000;">Paul Varjak: <span style="color:#330099;">I love you</span>.<br />Holly Golightly: <span style="color:#cc33cc;">So what.</span><br />Paul Varjak: <span style="color:#330099;">So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!</span><br />Holly Golightly: [tearfully] <span style="color:#cc33cc;">No. People don't belong to people</span>.<br />Paul Varjak: <span style="color:#330099;">Of course they do!<br /></span>Holly Golightly</span>: <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage.<br /></span>Paul Varjak: <span style="color:#330099;">I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!</span><br />Holly: <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Same thing!</span><br />Paul: <span style="color:#330099;">No it's not, Holly--</span><br />Holly: <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'm not Holly! I'm not Lula Mae either. I don't know who I am. I'm like Cat here. We're a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us.</span>midorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410207652979159472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424154119184581200.post-89399679877712324152008-08-06T15:18:00.000-07:002008-08-06T15:26:11.864-07:00:D Guess who? 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