<?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-8621612813737761909</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:15:19.345+02:00</updated><category term='Recomandari...'/><category term='just...a part of me...'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='idei'/><category term='de prin carti'/><category term='just...'/><title type='text'>Just...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4918225848723495744</id><published>2012-01-17T03:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:15:19.353+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Letting go of my past</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I decided to let go of my past, from now on there will be no more D, no more tears, no more living in the past, no more hopes and dreams, no more feelings for people from my past who no longer want or need to share their feelings or lives with me. I will always have the memories, the good times we shared, all the happy moments and I'll always think about them with love and gratitude for everything they gave me and for everything they didn't but it's time to move on now. I wish all the best to every one of you dear people I let go in this post, I am proud and happy to have met you and to have shared a part of my life with you. I am now ready to forgive everyone that I felt hurt or mistreated by, I am ready to thank all of you for who I am today but most of all I am ready to forgive myself for all my mistakes, I understand that the past cannot be changed and I embrace and accept everything I've done until now. I forgive, respect and love myself as I am today, and I hope that this new phase of my life will be filled with peace, light and love. And that is my wish to all of you, forgive and love yourselves and be blessed with joy and peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4918225848723495744?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4918225848723495744/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4918225848723495744' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4918225848723495744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4918225848723495744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/letting-go-of-my-past.html' title='Letting go of my past'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-3123540575300915919</id><published>2011-11-04T18:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:27:04.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Vama - Copilul care alearga catre mare</title><content type='html'>I just love it... atat melodia cat si clipul sunt supeeeeerbe :X&lt;br /&gt;Piesa se poate downloada de pe &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/VamaMusic"&gt;pagina de facebook a trupei Vama &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TLbi4ecZ8Wo" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-3123540575300915919?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3123540575300915919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=3123540575300915919' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3123540575300915919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3123540575300915919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/vama-copilul-care-alearga-catre-mare.html' title='Vama - Copilul care alearga catre mare'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TLbi4ecZ8Wo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1455132446627220911</id><published>2011-10-31T23:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:06:22.114+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Thought of the day... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>When you give so much of yourself to someone they stop appreciating you, they stop caring and that is when everything falls apart. When you give everything of yourself to someone they take you for granted, they stop being there for you because they know you always are, they stop letting you know how important you are to them and sometimes they even forget that, they don't realize it until it's too late. Because of that you get to a point where you stop appreciating yourself, you stop loving yourself and you become unable to love others. You don't need to be a self-centered person, you just need to learn how to love yourself and how to stop seeing yourself based on how others see you or at least how you think they do. In order to grow you have to keep giving the best of you to the people you care about even though they sometimes forget how to show you they care too, you have to give all your love and all your good thoughts to the world because they will come back in a multiplied form when you least expect it and when you need it the most. On the other hand, people tend to appreciate you and to want to give you their love or their care when you give them the least of you, that's way giving the most of you to someone is so hard but in the end it's really worth it. So I keep giving my best to people that maybe don't really deserve it or to people who don't understand it and appreciate as much as I would like them to even though sometimes it hurts. Sure I get mad at times like we all do, I get sad, I sometimes feel the need to be loved and that's when all the love I put in the Universe comes back to me in different forms, in simple things like a good movie or a good book or an unexpected friend or a piece of helpful advice from someone I never asked. Loving and being loved is the simplest thing in the world and it should come naturally to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;  So, dear reader, cause I hope I have at least one occasional reader I want you to know that whoever you are, with these lines I have given you the best of me and I sincerely wish you all the love and peace in the world and of course I hope you keep reading me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1455132446627220911?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1455132446627220911/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1455132446627220911' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1455132446627220911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1455132446627220911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/thought-of-day-by-aangel.html' title='Thought of the day... by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5491200505658034151</id><published>2011-08-02T17:53:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:42:49.637+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Aangel went from being "in a relationship" to being "single" or... Will I ever find the love I dream of?   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>I may be young and stupid but I am not ready yet to give up my whole life for a man whom I don't really know if it's worth it... So he realized he doesn't want to sit around and wait for me so we decided to go our separate ways...My problem now is that even though I wanted freedom so badly, it hurts like hell letting him go and move on... I thought I'd feel relieved, I thought it would be easy or at least easier...&lt;br /&gt;The things that happened made me think about me and my feelings and the way I react to different situations and different people and I realized that either he wasn't the one and I didn't love him enough, either I'm scared of commitment and of losing my personality in front of his...&lt;br /&gt;  In theory I do want to get married some day, have kids, grow old with somebody and have "my happy ever after" but I guess that deep down inside I'm scared of all that...&lt;br /&gt; So many things went wrong in my life that I'm afraid of letting go and giving into someone cause they might hurt me...so sometimes, in order to not get hurt I am the one that hurts people first but I don't think that this time I did that...&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not the kind of person to blame myself... I've lost some of the important people in my life but maybe it was for the best... People change in time, they evolve in different ways, they're common interests change, they get to meet new people, interesting people, they get to find new things they like, new activities they enjoy so some relationships are meant to end at some point.&lt;br /&gt;  I can't really say I'm happy now but at least I'm peaceful, I embrace the things that come to me as they come so if I am single now maybe the Universe has something better for me and I'm just gonna sit around and enjoy what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5491200505658034151?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5491200505658034151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5491200505658034151' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5491200505658034151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5491200505658034151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/aangel-went-from-being-in-relationship.html' title='Aangel went from being &quot;in a relationship&quot; to being &quot;single&quot; or... Will I ever find the love I dream of?   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5366311277688496646</id><published>2011-05-28T15:33:00.038+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:14:46.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tudor!</title><content type='html'>Happy b'day Tudor! 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Gerard Leleu (sexolog si terapeut de cuplu).&lt;br /&gt;   Din cartea respectiva am ales cateva fragmente despre iubire si fidelitate care mi-au placut si pe care le-am considerat interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "In fond, singura fidelitate care trebuie recunoscuta este fidelitatea fata de sine insusi, care consta in afirmarea fara concesie a ceea ce suntem in profunzime si in implinirea acelor lucruri pentru care suntem facuti."&lt;br /&gt;   "Cea mai mare reusita umana este sa devii, pe plan afectiv, o persoana desavarsita, capabila sa evolueze spre forme mai mature de iubire, sa construiesti adevarata iubire."&lt;br /&gt;   "Intr-un cuplu, dificultatile afective nu sunt niciodata cauzate doar de un singur partener. Este o greseala sa-l acuzi pe celalalt ca este cauza propriilor tale nefericiri si a comportamentelor tale; fiecare trebuie sa caute in interiorul lui insusi motivele dificultatilor si reactiilor lui. Partea noastra intunecata, programarile noastre infantile, alegerile noastre etc. genereaza lipsurile, esecurile noastre si ne declanseaza tristetea, temerile, furiile. Cat despre suferinta, fiecare este responsabil de resentimentul sau. Daca ea este atroce la unii si mai tolerabila la altii, totul este in functie de profunzimea faimoasei rani a fiecaruia. A te responsabiliza inseamna sa recunoasti rolul ranii si sa incerci sa te pansezi singur, fara sa astepti pe altcineva sa o faca."&lt;br /&gt;  "Sursa de iubire este iubirea de sine si, prin extensiune, iubirea de viata."&lt;br /&gt;  "Nu poti iubi cu adevarat pe altcineva daca nu te iubesti pe tine insuti. Nu poti ajunge la iubirea-daruire de sine decat daca ai trecut prin iubirea de sine. In general, iubirea pentru ceilalti, pentru a fi autentica, trebuie sa fie intemeiata pe iubirea de sine."&lt;br /&gt;  "Fidelitatea nu poate fi spontana si fericita decat daca este inspirata de o iubire care, dincolo de zbuciumul sentimentelor si al dorintelor, depaseste ego-ul, o iubire conectata la ceva care ne transcede si care da un sens comportamentelor noastre."&lt;br /&gt;  "Fidelitatea nu poate fi ceruta din exterior, nici de catre un partener, nici de catre o anumita autoritate religioasa sau civila. Nu poate fi aleasa decat de noi insine si ceruta de noi insine, in raport cu partea noastra divina. Libertatea celuilalt este sacra; el nu este proprietatea noastra. A dori sa-l posedam inseamna a-l considera un obiect, in timp ce el este subiect, in raport aici cu partea lui divina.De noi depinde sa-i acordam libertatii sale libertatea noastra. Oricum, posesiunea este contrariul unei relatii adevarate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cele de mai sus rezoneaza foarte bine cu mine, cu personalitatea mea insa, fiind diferiti, fiecare fiinta umana are propriile pareri, perceptii si trairi. Ceea ce consider eu ca m-a invatat aceasta carte si ceea ce simt eu ca este important este ca pentru a putea iubi pe altcineva trebuie mai intai sa ne iubim pe noi insine, pentru a putea primi iubire trebuie sa darium la rand noastru o iubire neconditionata si autentica si cel mai important, pentru a avea o relatie fericita si sincera este absolut necesar sa ramanem fideli propriei noastre persoane, dorintelor noastre si sentimentelor noastre pentru a putea fi fideli si in celelalte aspecte ale vietii.&lt;br /&gt;  Intotdeauna ramai cine esti, nu iti nega sentimentele si dorintele si nu te contopi in personalitatea altcuiva, nu devenii o persoana dependenta de altcineva din punct de vedere emotional si intotdeauna aminteste-ti ca iubirea este ceva divin, iubirea pe care o simti reprezinta divinul din tine asa ca ai grija de ea, fa-o sa creasca in fiecare zi pentru a atinge stare de fericire si iluminare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2331273380564478520?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2331273380564478520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2331273380564478520' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2331273380564478520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2331273380564478520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/05/despre-fidelitate.html' title='Despre fidelitate....'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-3517598461393280800</id><published>2011-03-19T18:45:00.038+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:22:04.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...a part of me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Vama@Fratelli 18.03.2011... 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Great night :X'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKx1bW2F2fU/TYUdGIpiQxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jjHzxNh7VuM/s72-c/Picture%2B127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8976723272073345150</id><published>2011-02-11T14:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:30:03.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Se cunosc de relativ putin timp insa ea simte ca il iubeste cum nu a mai iubit pe nimeni pana acum, stie ca ceea ce simte e cel mai puternic si cel mai frumos sentiment care exista pe lume, simte ca el e alesul, el e cel alaturi de care vrea sa isi petreaca restul vietii, cel alaturi de care vrea sa se trezeasca in fiecare dimineata, cel alaturi de care vrea sa isi indeplineasca cea mai mare dorinta, cea de a avea o familie...o familie mare, frumoasa fericita... Insa astazi se simte amenintata, astazi pentru prima oara s-a gandit la trecut...trecutul lui....&lt;br /&gt;De cand sunt impreuna, mainile ei s-au plimbat de-a lungul intregului sau trup, i-au cunosct si explorat tot corpul, buzele ei l-au sarutat cu pasiune, trupul ei l-a dorit cu inflacarare... Atingerile lui au dus-o pana in cer, a cunoscut Raiul alaturi de el...insa azi se teme de posibilitatea de a cunoaste Iadul datorita lui.&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce mangaia buzele lui apetisante s-a gandit pentru prima data de cand se cunosc...Oare cate femei au mai sarutat buzele lui? Oare buzele ei vor reusi sa stearga urmele lor? Oare cate trupuri goale de femei fragede si frumoase au dezmierdat mangaierile lui? Oare trupul ei va reusi sa stearga amintirile lor din sufletul si trupul lui? Oare cata pasiune le-a daruit celoralte...cate bucati din sufletului lui au ramas in locuri din care ea nu le va putea recupera, nu le va putea cunoaste niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;Oare celalte au fost la fel de fericite alaturi de el, oare le-a iubit la fel de mult? Inainte de ea, el a avut ocazia sa traiasca o viata libera, o viata poate implinita, o viata la care poate nu ar fi dispus sa renunte... Inainte de ea au fost probabil atatea alte femei care l-au iubit, care l-au avut, femei pe care le-a dus pe culmile placerii, dar care acum nu mai fac parte din viata lui... Poate si altele l-au iubit...poate si el pe ele...poate ca si alaturi de ele si-ar fi dorit sa isi petreaca viata dar nu s-a mai intamplat...Daca si acum va fi la fel? Daca la un moment dat el nu o vai mai iubi? Daca la un moment dat va ajunge si ea una din "celelalte"?&lt;br /&gt;Ea se teme de toate aceste lucruri, toate aceste ganduri o macina dar stie ca sentimentele ei sunt mai puternice de atat, stie ca nu a mai simtit niciodata ceea ce simte pentru el...si stie ca e dispusa sa riste tot pentru el si pentru dragostea lui...&lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca toate intrebarile din mintea ei sunt doar o faza trecatoare, probabil ca genul asta de framantari apar in orice relatie la un moment dat dar ea crede cu tarie ca ele vor trece la fel de repde si de neasteptat cum au aparut si sentimentele sale pentru el vor ramane neschimbate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8976723272073345150?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8976723272073345150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8976723272073345150' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8976723272073345150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8976723272073345150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/02/ganduri-by-aangel.html' title='Ganduri... by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7996554750743500794</id><published>2011-01-03T17:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:38:27.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Pentru Srb :x</title><content type='html'>"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to  be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want  to do that because I want you. I want all you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for  more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.  And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give you  forever."&lt;br /&gt;"I think our love can do anything we want it to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (The Notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bPyZJOYoU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bPyZJOYoU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/TSIJYuNZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_s33dthMH1E/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/TSIJYuNZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_s33dthMH1E/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558015210454373458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7996554750743500794?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7996554750743500794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7996554750743500794' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7996554750743500794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7996554750743500794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2011/01/pentru-srb-x.html' title='Pentru Srb :x'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/TSIJYuNZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_s33dthMH1E/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-790566899278193400</id><published>2010-12-31T12:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:54:54.283+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>New Year's wish... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone by... A year with good things and bad things, a year during which I gained a lot but I also lost very much, I gained a lot of new acquaintances, I gained the sister I always wanted, I found out who are the people that really matter and that always were and will be there for me no matter what, just like I am always here for them when and if they need me, my love or my support... Throughout this past year I lost one of the most important people in my life and that caused me a lot of pain but maybe it was meant to be like that, I keep telling myself that it was for the best even though I can't really completely understand the fact that two people who used to be so close can grow apart so much in such a short period of time...&lt;br /&gt;During 2010 I have spent some wonderful moments with my friends and family, I have a experienced a lot of great new things and a lot of feelings and states of mind, I went from the deepest sorrow to the highest happiness, from the most excruciating pain to the most profound joy...&lt;br /&gt;All the experiences and all the special moments I lived this year have brought me closer to who I really am, closer to my friends and family, closer to the important things in life... So on this New Year's Day all that I feel is love and gratitude, I am thankful for everything I lived this year, I am thankful for the good and the  bad that crossed  my life because along every experience there came a lesson and those lessons along with my friends and family made me the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's wish is that we all be blessed with love, joy, peace, and abundance in every aspect of our lives, may we be healthy and strong and may we overcome all the obstacles that life prepared for us.&lt;br /&gt;This was my thought to you, dear friend and I am giving you this with the deepest love, joy and gratitude! 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:X:X:X'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/TJ3Y-kLT7II/AAAAAAAAAbQ/v8EwtbWMIbg/s72-c/Picture+248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8480594630552998448</id><published>2010-09-08T02:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:22:55.121+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>I wanna make it worth the fight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's a wish I have...and I really want it so bad to become true...It's like nothing I ever  felt, it's like I need the magic to be real, I need to make it worth the fight, I need to make worth waiting for, I need to make it worth living for... I need to make up for all the time I wasted, for all the time I spent doing things that didn't really matter... I wanna feel fulfilled, I need to feel I've done something great in my life because now I'm just feeling I wasted so much time that I can't turn back, I feel I'm getting old and I'm just scared of the thought that I might not be around some day and there will be no one to care, I'm scared of the fact that I might wake up a few years from now and find myself alone and find that life has been passing me by all this time... I wanna have the chance to have a big, beautiful family, I wanna have at least the 2 kids I always dreamt about, I want him to be the man that I grow old with... I want him to be the man who's gonna hold my hand and take me for a walk in our beautiful garden when I'm old, I want him to be the man who'll take care of me and who'll be there for me for the rest of my life... I just want him to love me at least as much as I love him... I want him to give me everything he's got, I want him to give me every smile he's got, every tear, every sorrow, every joy, every feeling...just everything that makes him be who he is... I want him to grow up and realise that time never stops and we never get to have as much as we want of it... We never get to have enough time... So I just want us to make the dream come true, to make the story real and to have a wonderful ending of the story with us being old, having grandchildren and telling them our great, funny, twisted, happy story till the very last day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slM0jCEkYB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slM0jCEkYB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8480594630552998448?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8480594630552998448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8480594630552998448' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8480594630552998448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8480594630552998448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='I wanna make it worth the fight...'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2339991809559259315</id><published>2010-07-28T23:10:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:34:58.896+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>The sound of missing you and some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3ZisG7lfqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3ZisG7lfqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can move beyond the  fear factor. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care where I've  been. I only know that, as the hero of my own story, it's for me to find  out. For, like Alice, I'm on the verge of stepping into a rabbit hole;  unless I stop short and play it safe, I'll know soon enough where  following my own feet has landed me on this curious venture. The  blissful frailty of unwritten conclusions and unguarded access sweetens  the desire. So despite familiar warnings, irresistible promise draws my  eyes wide open and away from domestic comfort zones, with only certain  inquiry, hope and faith to recommend my course. I'll never know until I  try.                                                                            &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td width="636"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2339991809559259315?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2339991809559259315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2339991809559259315' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2339991809559259315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2339991809559259315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sound-of-missing-you-and-some-thoughts.html' title='The sound of missing you and some thoughts...'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7786557516989621100</id><published>2010-07-05T19:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:23:11.480+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>10...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQbv1HS47qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQbv1HS47qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7786557516989621100?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7786557516989621100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7786557516989621100' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7786557516989621100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7786557516989621100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/10.html' title='10...'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4942390899514458982</id><published>2010-06-26T00:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:50:44.022+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>For him...  by Aangel</title><content type='html'>I miss the part of me you used to be... I miss you so much, all I wanna do is see you, I think about you every day, I dream about you every night... I still love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I have with you mean the world to me, I still feel your touch night by night when I go to bed, I still feel your scent on my pillow, I still feel your embrace through the night...&lt;br /&gt;There is not one day that passes by without thinking about you... Every time I remember you, I think about you with love, I cherish all the time we had together and I really want to know that you are fine, healthy and happy...&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than usual, I wish you to be very happy, to have and to feel at least as much love as I feel for you, I wish you to have everything you need and desire... but most of all I wish you'd think about me from time to time and know, feel, somewhere in your soul that all my feelings for you are and will always be real!&lt;br /&gt;So... H.B. my beloved F.R. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4942390899514458982?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4942390899514458982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4942390899514458982' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4942390899514458982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4942390899514458982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-him-by-aangel.html' title='For him...  by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-593765378600749950</id><published>2010-06-26T00:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:49:22.670+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Forever young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHIIATt0BaM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHIIATt0BaM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-593765378600749950?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/593765378600749950/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=593765378600749950' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/593765378600749950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/593765378600749950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/forever-young.html' title='Forever young'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8804294514805454158</id><published>2010-06-14T20:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:40:43.957+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Povesti...</title><content type='html'>" - Chura, cu ce seamana povestile?&lt;br /&gt; - Ele sunt ca formele luminoase ale diferitelor culori, dupa cum sunt batrane sau tinere, trecatoare sau durabile. Uneori le poarta pasarile, alteori, frunzele moarte. Uneori calatoresc simplu in zgomotul vantului, si zboara deasupra satelor. Toate ne cauta compania. Cand una dintre ele descopera un om care-i place, vine sa se aseze pe umarul lui si incearca sa-l seduca. Omul o goneste - sau o asculta. Daca o alunga, povestea se nelinisteste. Pleaca, rataceste dintr-un loc in altul, nu stie unde sa se duca, e in pericol sa se piarda. Daca o asculta, omul crede ca inventeaza sa ca isi amintteste el insusi ceva. De fapt, povestea vorbeste prin gura lui. Cand a terminat, lasa o urma in el - cum toate fiintele care i-au traversat drumul au facut-o inaintea lor, si zboara spre alte sate. Povestile au nevoie de noi pentru a trai. 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still... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>So much time passed her by...but she still loves him... Just hearing his name was enought to make her cry, to make her think about things she believed that were forgotten... It was enough to hear his name to make her feel his warmth again, to make her remember all the happy moments she lived, to make her want him again, even thoungh she hasn't seen him since October...and now it's April...&lt;br /&gt;It's said that time heals everything but it's been 7 months and the memories are still alive in her head, she still feels his scent on her pillow each night when she goes to bed, she still feels his embrace every time she closes her eyes, she still compares every new man with him...&lt;br /&gt;She didn't forget him and she's not ready to love again, she doesn't know how to love again and she doesn't want to love someone else... She still wants him, as bad as she always did, she still loves him even though there will never be anything between them, there never really was...&lt;br /&gt;She would want so much to give it another try but she knows that it's useless because he never cared and he won't start to care now...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was for the best that she didn't see him for such a long time because at some point she really thaught she was over him but she just found out that hearing his name was enough to bring her back into the past, back to that night, back to what she really feels, no more denying, at least not to herself no matter how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much time passed by and still... she loves him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-3896306512008219044?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3896306512008219044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=3896306512008219044' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3896306512008219044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3896306512008219044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-time-and-still-by-aangel.html' title='So much time and still... by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8042220375959403355</id><published>2010-04-20T18:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:50:15.285+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...a part of me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Vama - the new song :D</title><content type='html'>I just love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/S83M18Ho3xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mPrlynC8h_w/s1600/vamamusic.ro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/S83M18Ho3xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mPrlynC8h_w/s320/vamamusic.ro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462247150113578770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vamamusic/fc33ce3a58627c.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=225&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Vama%20-%20Cantec%20de%20gasit"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vamamusic/fc33ce3a58627c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=225&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Vama%20-%20Cantec%20de%20gasit" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantec de gasit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerg nebun&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi scoate  inima fum si cant&lt;br /&gt;Un cantec fara vreun rost adanc&lt;br /&gt;Te caut pe  toate strazile&lt;br /&gt;Din viata asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu poate oi fi&lt;br /&gt;Ascunsa dupa  vreun zor de zi&lt;br /&gt;O lume-ntreaga sta intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Dar am un cantec  si-am sa cant&lt;br /&gt;Pan’ ai s-auzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa-i conving&lt;br /&gt;Pe toti  nebunii din viata mea&lt;br /&gt;Sa cante pana cand sunetul&lt;br /&gt;Va sparge si usa  ta si-ai&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ntelegi ca nu esti singura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cant si nu ma  opresc&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii&lt;br /&gt;Sunt doar jumate’ de om&lt;br /&gt;Alerg&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma topesc  in tine si sa ma-ntregesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerg nebun&lt;br /&gt;Imi scoate inima fum  si cant&lt;br /&gt;Un cantec fara vreun rost adanc&lt;br /&gt;Te caut pe toate strazile  din viata asta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8042220375959403355?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8042220375959403355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8042220375959403355' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8042220375959403355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8042220375959403355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/vama-new-song-d.html' title='Vama - the new song :D'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/S83M18Ho3xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mPrlynC8h_w/s72-c/vamamusic.ro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4886337405320785750</id><published>2010-04-17T12:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:14:35.666+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Despre femei...</title><content type='html'>"Femeia pe care tocmai vrei s-o intrebuintezi a fost facuta din iubire, si de aceea nu poate functiona fara acest combustibil. Ai grija sa-i faci mereu plinul. Daca o iei în brate, nu uita sa repeti constant gestul. Reactioneaza la fel de minunat la sarutari si mangaieri, ba chiar la cuvinte calde si simple. Cand e trista, incearca sa o faci sa zambeasca. Daca nu stii cum, fa dragoste cu ea, va avea apoi cel mai frumos zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Nu lovi niciodata o femeie, caci vei inceta sa mai fii barbat si vei deveni o jigodie,chiar si pentru copiii tai. Ei nu vor uita niciodata ca ai batut-o pe mama lor...&lt;br /&gt;Femeile, chiar si cele mai sofisticate, au bucurii dintre cele mai simple - o floare,&lt;br /&gt;chiar si una salbatica, le da atatia fiori cat un barbat nu poate intelege... Sa nu uiti de ziua ei, de 1 Martie si de 8 Martie, de ziua casniciei, dar, neaparat, macar o data, într-o zi oarecare, din banalul motiv ca ti-e draga... joia asta nu uita sa-i duci o floare, poate chiar pe cea care-i place ei, nu pe cea care s-a gasit la colt...&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-o dimineata si vei fi si tu fericit. Abia pe la ora pranzului iti vei da seama de ce-ti merg toate atat de bine si de ce abia astepti sa ajungi din nou acasa, chiar si dupa ani buni împreuna.&lt;br /&gt;Nu intra peste ea in baie si nici n-o pandi cand se aranjeaza! Cele mai multe femei&lt;br /&gt;prefera sa le vezi doar in varianta finala. Respecta-le misterul si... jumatatea de ora de stat in baie foloseste-o pentru micile tale placeri „vinovate", oricare ar fi ele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu uita niciodata ca femeia are nevoie sa-i spui cat e de frumoasa, cat iti e de draga si cat de tare-ti lipseste. Cand vei uita aceste mici detalii, viata ta va fi tot mai seaca si mai lipsita de noroc, caci nici unui barbat nu-i merge bine fara un&lt;br /&gt;suflet-pereche langa el.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te îngrijora ca piesele din care e facuta femeia se mai deterioreaza si isi mai schimba aspectul. Doar unele pot fi inlocuite, insa e preferabil sa observi ca si&lt;br /&gt;piesele tale suporta exact aceleasi transformari....&lt;br /&gt;Respecta-i familia, prietenele bune si pe colegii de serviciu. Armonia se instaleaza&lt;br /&gt;mai ales atunci cand esti primul care o practica... Cu cat esti mai sociabil si mai&lt;br /&gt;placut de lumea din jurul ei, cu atat vei fi mai iubit si mai respectat...&lt;br /&gt;N-o transforma in sclava ta, chiar daca ea iti face cu dragoste si mancare, si masaj&lt;br /&gt;la picioarele obosite, si... lista de cumparaturi. Ajuta macar in micile treburi administrative si ii vei putea cere orice in schimb...&lt;br /&gt;N-o umili si n-o jigni niciodata, mai ales in public sau de fata cu copii - nu vei&lt;br /&gt;face decat sa fii din ce in ce mai putin barbat... din ce în ce mai putin inteligent...&lt;br /&gt;Scoate-o in oras, la masa, macar din cand in cand. Se va topi uitandu-se in ochii tai, chiar si atunci cand tu vei trage cu coada ochiului la alta...&lt;br /&gt;Nu rade de pasiunile ei ciudate. Asa par si ale tale, doar ca tu ai mereu norocul sa&lt;br /&gt;fii inteles si apreciat pentru ele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i spune ca s-a ingrasat, mai bine propune-i sa alergati impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai prietene femei, asigura-te ca-ti respecta sotia sau iubita si ca nu reprezinta vreo panica pentru ea. Altfel, vei ramane doar cu prietenele si nu e sigur ca asta ti-ai dorit.&lt;br /&gt;Nu o mai compara cu mama ta sau cu alte femei din viata ta - precis e mai buna ca&lt;br /&gt;ele in multe alte privinte, de vreme ce ai ales-o pentru viata in doi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i strica bucuriile marunte - exact din ele se incarca si, fara sa stii, din energia ei te incarci si tu.&lt;br /&gt;Ascult-o cand vrea sa te intrebe, cand incearca sa te cunoasca si sa te inteleaga -&lt;br /&gt;atunci te iubeste cel mai mult, desi pentru tine pare invers in acel moment.&lt;br /&gt;N-o inlocui cu alta pentru o ora de placere. Inlocuieste in tine partea ticaloasa cu&lt;br /&gt;una virtuoasa si te vei simti un barbat minunat. Cand vrei sa pleci de tot, pleaca&lt;br /&gt;hotarat, nu te tot intoarce, caci ranesti grav un suflet care a fost lipit de-al tau.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa aplici aceste reguli pe oricare femeie, caci cu fiecare dintre ele si tu vei fi alt barbat.....&lt;br /&gt;Femeia functioneaza perfect cand o iubesti perfect. Cand nu-ti mai place cum functioneaza, sigur i-ai facut ceva nepotrivit chiar tu, iubirea vietii ei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mihaela Radulescu - Instructiuni de folosire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4886337405320785750?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4886337405320785750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4886337405320785750' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4886337405320785750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4886337405320785750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/dpre-femei.html' title='Despre femei...'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6339686950080897064</id><published>2010-04-11T18:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:46:05.496+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>O povestioara...</title><content type='html'>"Imaginati-va ca sunteti un castel minunat, cu coridoare lungi si mii de camere. Fiecare camera din castel este perfecta si are un dar special. Fiecare camera reprezinta un aspect diferit al vostru si este o parte integranta a intregului castel perfect. Cand ati fost copii, ati explorat ficare centimetru din castelul vostru, fara rusine si fara a judeca. Fara frica, ati scotocit in fiecare camera, cautand pietrele pretioase si misterul ei. Ati acceptat cu dragoste fiecare camera, fie ea o incapere oarecare, dormitor, baie sau pivnita. Absolut fiecare incapere era un unicat. Castelul vostru era plin de lumina, dragoste si minune. Apoi, intr-o zi, cineva a venit la castel si v-a spus ca una dintre camere era imperfecta, ca, fara indoiala, ea nu apartinea casteului vostru. V-a sugerat ca, daca doreati sa aveti un castel perfect, trebuia sa incuiati usa de la acea camera. Intrucat doreati dragoste si acceptare, v-ati grabit sa o incuiati. &lt;br /&gt;O data cu trecerea timpului, au venit din ce in ce mai multi oameni la castelul vostru. Cu totii si-au spus parerile despre camere, despre care le palceau si care nu le placeau. Incetul cu incetul, ati inchis usa dupa usa. Minunatele voastre incaperi au fost inchise, li s-a luat lumina, au fost lasate in intuneric. A inceput un ciclu.&lt;br /&gt;De atunci incoace, din diferite motive, ati inchis din ce in ce mai multe usi. Ati inchis usi, deoarece va era teama, sau deoarece credeati ca acele camere erau prea indraznete. Ati inchis usi la camerele care erau prea conservatoare. Ati inchis usi, deoarece alte castele pe care le-ati vazut nu aveau o camera ca a voastra. Ati inchis usi, deoarece conducatorii vostri religiosi v-au spus sa stati departe de anumite incaperi. Ati inchis orice usa care nu se potrivea standardelor societatii sau propriului vostru ideal.&lt;br /&gt;S-a dus vremea cand castelul vostru parea nesfarsit si viitorul parea extraordinar si luminos. Nu va mai gandeati la fiecare incapere cu aceeasi dragoste si admiratie. Acum, doreati sa dispara camerele de care erati odata mandri. Incercati sa gasiti o modalitate de a scapa de aceste incaperi, dar ele faceau parte din structura castelului. Dupa ce ati inchis usa la oricare incapere care nu va placea, o data cu trecerea timpului ati uitat complet ca ea exista. La inceput nu v-ati dat seama ce faceti. Devenise un obicei. Pe masura ce fiecare exprima mesaje diferite despre cum ar trebui sa arate un castel magnific, v-a fost mult mai usor sa-i ascultati pe ei, decat sa aveti incredere in vocea voastra interioara - cea care iubea intregul castel. Faptul ca ati inchis acele camere v-a facut sa va simtiti cu adevarat in siguranta. In curand, v-ati trezit ca locuiti doar in cateva incaperi mici. Ati invatat cum sa va incuiati viata si sa va simtiti bine facand acest lucru. Multi dintre noi am incuiat atat de multe camere, incat am uitat ca am fost odata un castel. Am inceput sa credem ca nu suntem decat o casuta mica cu doua camere, care are nevoie de reparatii.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, imaginati-va castelul ca un loc care gazduieste tot ceea ce sunteti - binele si raul - si ca fiecare aspect care exista pe planeta, exista inauntrul vostru. Una dintre camere este dragoste, alta curaj, una este eleganta si alta este gratie. Numarul camerelor este fara sfarsit. Creativitate, feminitate, cinste, integritate, sanatate, agresivitate, sex, putere, timiditate, ura, lacomie, frigiditate, lene, aroganta, boala si rautate sunt incaperi din castelul vostru. Fiecare incapere este o parte esentiala a structurii si fiecare camera are un opus undeva, in castelul vostru. Din fericire, nu suntem niciodata multumiti cu a fi mai putin decat ceea ce suntem capabili sa fim. Nemultumirea noastra in ceea ce ne priveste este un motiv pentru a cauta camerele pierdute ale castelului nostru. Putem gasi cheia inspre unicitatea noastra, numai atunci cand deschidem toate incaperile din castel.&lt;br /&gt;Castelul este o metafora care ne ajuta sa intelegem amploarea lui cine suntem. Fiecare dintre noi poseda acest lucru sacru inauntrul sau. Accesul acolo este usor, daca suntem gata si dornici sa vedem totalitatea lui cine suntem. Cea mai mare parte dntre noi suntem inspaimantati de ceea ce vom gasi in spatele usilor acestor incaperi. Asa ca, in loc de a porni intr-o aventura ca sa ne gasim sinele nostru ascuns - plini de energie si uimire - continuam sa pretindem ca incaperile nu exista. Ciclul continua. Dar daca doriti cu adevarat sa schimbati directia vietii voastre, trebuia sa intrati in castel si sa deschideti cu incetul absolut fiecare usa, trebuia sa va explorati universul interior si sa luati inapoi tot ceea ce nu v-ati asumat. Nu va puteti aprecia maretia si nu va puteti bucura de totalitatea si unicitatea vietii voastre, decat in prezenta sinelui vostru intreg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Debbie Ford - Partea intunecata a cautatorilor de lumina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia mea: Pentru o existenta fericita, implinita si plina de lumina trebuie sa ne acceptam asa cum suntem, cu bune si cu rele. Trebuie sa fim ceea ce suntem, fara sa ne negam partile mai putin placute, fara sa ne judecam pe noi sau intre noi, sa acceptam tot ceea ce sunt ceilalti si sa invatam sa gasim in noi tot ceea ce ne place si am vrea sa fim, dar sa acceptam si ca in noi exista si partile care ne deranjeaza la ceilalti. We are who we are, there is no need to change that, there is only the need to accept it and embrace it, embrace your true and whole self in order for you to meet the right people and achieve the right things for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6339686950080897064?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6339686950080897064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6339686950080897064' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6339686950080897064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-of-angels.html' title='City of Angels'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5568015946535992329</id><published>2009-08-07T01:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:59:00.414+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks</title><content type='html'>Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR8KWQKYMag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR8KWQKYMag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wriTNRHlBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wriTNRHlBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyShiNNwRxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyShiNNwRxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNvyO83a5k4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNvyO83a5k4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcostCWCk9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcostCWCk9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold day in july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mCeeAEEH4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mCeeAEEH4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5568015946535992329?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5568015946535992329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5568015946535992329' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5568015946535992329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5568015946535992329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/dixie-chicks.html' title='Dixie Chicks'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1015381102472606030</id><published>2009-06-14T21:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:43:27.423+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Missing him... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"I'm falling even more in love with you , letting go of all I've held onto, I'm standing here until you make me move, I'm hanging by a moment here with you, I'm living for the only thing i know, I'm running and not quite sure where to go, I don't know what I'm diving into just hanging by a moment here with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't seen him in a while but the feelings she has for him are still alive in her heart... It hurts her so bad seeing so many happy couples all around her, they make her think about him and dream about how it could have been...&lt;br /&gt;She's sad again because even though she didn't see him for such a long time, her desire for him is still growing... She's lost in memories again, memories of all the things he said, memories of the few moments they spent together...&lt;br /&gt;The echo of her steps, the sound the high heels make when they touch the ground makes her dream with her eyes wide open... She finds that sound magic and she feels like she's in another dimension, in another world... She feels beautiful, attractive, loved and desired...&lt;br /&gt;If only he could see her now... If he could see the way she glows, the way she shines like a falling star in the middle of a moonless night...&lt;br /&gt;While walking on the empty street she hears a distant whisper... She hears his soft warm voice telling her everything's gonna be OK... She wants to believe that voice so much, as much as she wants the dream to never end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1015381102472606030?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1015381102472606030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1015381102472606030' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1015381102472606030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1015381102472606030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-him-by-aangel.html' title='Missing him... by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1164818370663105999</id><published>2009-03-28T01:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:14:58.380+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"If I tell you, will you listen, will you stay, will you be here forever, never go away? I never thought things would change, hold me tight, please don't say again that you have to go... A bitter thought, I had it all but I just let it go, hold your silence, it's so violence since you're gone... All my thoughts are with you forever 'till the day we'll be back together, I will be waiting for you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday night and she's alone... She misses him, the solitude makes her think about him even more... She needs him so much, she can't stand this feeling of loneliness, it's killing her.&lt;br /&gt;Her love is so strong that it hurts her so bad but she knows that after all that has happened, after all she's done and after everything he did and said, there is no chance they could have any kind of relationship...&lt;br /&gt;She knows she made some mistakes but she's only human, she can't be as perfect as he'd want her to be no matter how hard she'd try... But he isn't perfect either, he made some mistakes too and the things he did brought her pain and sorrow... She's somehow mad at him for all he's done because even though she's not perfect, she's convinced that she didn't deserve all that pain and that she isn't so bad as he thinks she is. She's sure she didn't make such big mistakes so that he'd treat her like he does. Maybe she got selfish at some point and wanted to have her part of fun, just like he did, the only difference is that he was much more selfish than she was... He only thought about himself while she couldn't stop herself from thinking about him, not even during the time she acted wrong, he was in her heart and in her mind all along those moments...&lt;br /&gt;She never pretended she did things right but at least she didn't lie to herself or to the others. She's very upset by the fact that he said some bad things about her behind her back, he wasn't man enough to talk directly to her and to solve all the problems with a sincere conversation... He kept avoiding her, thinking that it would make things better but that didn't happened, at least not for her.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is happy living in his own little world with his ideas and his feelings but she can't live in her happy little world anymore because he's become a part of that world and his presence there keeps hurting her... Everything that ever happened between them was wrong, everything was a lie, a lie she believed was true, a lie she wanted to be true and to last forever, she wanted everything to be a beautiful endless dream...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, despite all that has happened, she still cares about him and she wants him to be happy and to find that special person he is looking for, the special person she didn't know how to be for him... But she knows deep inside that if he'd give her a chance, she could make things right and she could prove her feelings for him despite all her mistakes and all her wrong decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1164818370663105999?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1164818370663105999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1164818370663105999' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1164818370663105999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1164818370663105999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/bittersweet-by-aangel.html' title='Bittersweet   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8977504540692177521</id><published>2009-03-07T13:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:38:16.287+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Vama - Zmeul (english vers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIePGDYSJaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIePGDYSJaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was running through your veins&lt;br /&gt;Blew my whispers in your brains&lt;br /&gt;One by one arose your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Growing love within your senses&lt;br /&gt;Been your kite through all this time&lt;br /&gt;Wavering if you have tried&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know to work my strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken flying, broken wings&lt;br /&gt;Broken flying, broken wings&lt;br /&gt;Need to fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make love with falling rain&lt;br /&gt;To make love with blowing wind&lt;br /&gt;To make love with endless sky&lt;br /&gt;Till there is no reason why&lt;br /&gt;Moon is what remains of day&lt;br /&gt;Stars are sun spots of the night&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are mantle for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Falling me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Silence is whats left in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make love with falling rain&lt;br /&gt;To make love with blowing wind&lt;br /&gt;To make love with endless sky&lt;br /&gt;Till there is no reason why&lt;br /&gt;Moon is what remains of day&lt;br /&gt;Stars are sun spots of the night&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are mantle for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Falling me away, away from you&lt;br /&gt;Falling me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;Silence is what left in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8977504540692177521?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8977504540692177521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8977504540692177521' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8977504540692177521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8977504540692177521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/vama-zmeul-english-vers.html' title='Vama - Zmeul (english vers)'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5744013444925884626</id><published>2009-02-20T01:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:38:19.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Snow on the Sahara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHXyPTmliNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHXyPTmliNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only tell me that you still want me here&lt;br /&gt;When you wander off out there&lt;br /&gt;To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow&lt;br /&gt;In that dry white ocean alone&lt;br /&gt;Lost out in the desert, you are lost out in the desert&lt;br /&gt;But to stand with you in a ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect your body and guard your soul&lt;br /&gt;From mirages in your sight&lt;br /&gt;Lost out in the desert&lt;br /&gt;If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the moon that shines on your path&lt;br /&gt;The sun may blind our eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara&lt;br /&gt;If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you up and be your way out&lt;br /&gt;And if we burn away&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara&lt;br /&gt;Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;With veils of silk and gold&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows come and darken your heart&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with regrets so cold&lt;br /&gt;Lost out in the desert&lt;br /&gt;If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the moon that shines on your path&lt;br /&gt;The sun may blind our eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara&lt;br /&gt;If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you up and be your way out&lt;br /&gt;And if we burn away&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5744013444925884626?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5744013444925884626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5744013444925884626' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5744013444925884626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5744013444925884626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-on-sahara.html' title='Snow on the Sahara'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6151580307991052292</id><published>2009-01-28T19:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:52:27.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Today... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"I wish I could rip out a page of my memory cause I put to much energy in him and me, can't wait till I get through this phase cause its killing me,to bad we can't re-write our own history... I don't want us to be the end of me, this love is taking all of my energy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sad day for her... It was a day of the past, a day of memories, a day of a lost  love... She accidentally heard the song they were listening to when they first made love and that made her think about all the things that happened between them, the way they met, the way they got together for the first time, the nights they spent together... All those wonderful nights are long gone, he's kisses are far away from her now, his soul is miles away from her... She stopped existing for him the day he told her he can't go on with the "thing" they had... She was devastated that day but she somehow managed to get through like she did so many times before...&lt;br /&gt;Today was a difficult day for her... she hardly stopped herself from reacting to the event and from searching him... She knows he doesn't deserve it cause he's a man and like all men do, he just threw her away after using her... He didn't need her anymore so he thought it was best to cause her pain... He picked the easy way and he made her feel he doens't care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;There are just a few hours left of this day... a few difficult hours but she can control herself and she'll make it through this day without taking any action...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she knows that in the end everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6151580307991052292?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6151580307991052292/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6151580307991052292' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6151580307991052292'/><link 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in each other’s arms , we ran through the graveyard to catch to midnight sun, we danced drunk and naked until the summer was gone...Remember to live for love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She misses him so bad, she wants him so much, he's so sweet sometimes but other times he makes her feel so bad and cry so much... She stopped thinking about him for a few days but it seems like everything wants her to remember him... She wishes she could forget about him, she wishes she never met him or at least she wishes she didn't change the first impression she had about him... She knows she got in too deep too soon but she couldn't help it, there was nothing she could do about it...&lt;br /&gt;She surrendered to her feelings once more even though she knew from the beginning she'd suffer... The way all started should have been a sign that things were going to end as sudden as they began... She kept fooling herself that this time it's gonna be different but her world fell apart when the illusion  stopped... She should have end it sooner but she couldn't, she didn't want everything to end... she would have wanted the illusion to last forever but once more she woke up from a charming  dream to the cruel, dark, sad and endless reality...&lt;br /&gt;She desires to see him one more time, to talk to him, to be with him and to live the lie once again... She wants to feel his kiss again, his lips on her skin, his body pushing her against the wall, his hands touching her all over... She wishes she could have all that for just one more time, for the last time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6494142757321605151?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6494142757321605151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6494142757321605151' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6494142757321605151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6494142757321605151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/live-for-love-by-aangel.html' title='Live for love...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4304855827589802028</id><published>2008-11-25T23:15:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:24:42.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/SSx7H_-meaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/k17hYghmIxc/s1600-h/100_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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And now you have the nerve to play along just like the maestro beats in your song, you get your kicks from playing me and the less you give the more i want so foolishly but &lt;span&gt;I will never be your stepping stone, take it all or leave me alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She founds him very interesting, she likes him, she wants him... but she doesn't want to suffer again so she decided to stop thinking about him and just let things happen... She wants to see him so bad because every time she sees him, she feels very happy... She loves talking to him but she can't stand the fact that he is so stubborn and he has such weird ideas that no one can change, even if he's wrong, he refuses to see the truth, he only believes what he wants to believe...&lt;br /&gt;She thinks he has a problem with trusting people, she thinks he's scared of being hurt that's why he hurts first so that others won't have the chance to hurt him...&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid of being hurt too but she is willing to risk it all for him... she really likes him very much and even though they don't have any relationship and probably there will never be nothing between them she likes to spend time with him, she loves his company... No matter how bad she feels during the day, the moment she sees him, her face lightens up and she feels all her problems are gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8219402390397286089?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8219402390397286089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8219402390397286089' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8219402390397286089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8219402390397286089'/><link rel='alternate' 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stuff'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/SSPUZlrBsPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xPW_Wt36W4Y/s72-c/sansa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4521506076211184073</id><published>2008-08-01T02:37:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:24:00.577+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Feeling    by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"I blame you for the moonlit sky and the dream that died with the eagle's flight, I blame you for the moonlit nights when I wonder why are the seas still dry...Don't blame this sleeping satellite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is she gonna do with all these feelings?...He makes her want to laugh, he makes her want to cry,he makes her want to live, he makes her want to die... He makes her feel like they are the only ones on earth even if they are in the most crowded place in the world... There's just the two of them... Forever&lt;br /&gt;How can he be so perfect...how can he always understand her, he's always there when she needs him and she knows, she feels that, even though he doesn't realize yet, he loves her too...&lt;br /&gt;She'll wait for him and his love an eternity if it's necessary...if it takes forever for them to be together, she is willing to wait because she loves him to damn much to let him go so easily...&lt;br /&gt;He's her sky of falling stars, he's the rain that falls on her face and washes away her tears in the middle of the most awful storm of feelings, he's her endless and restless sea, he's her rising sun and most of all he is her only love...the only real love she had, the most passionate, the deepest and the most wonderful of them all...&lt;br /&gt;He's the one that gives her the power to stand in the fire and not be burned, he's the one who gives her the strength to face the daily problems, he's the one who gives her faith to carry on... She closes her eyes and she sees his face, she feels better when she thinks about him, about all the things they talked about, she remembers everything he said, every sentence whispered or shouted, every word he said... she knows him so well that she could guess, she could feel even the things he left unsaid, she knows his every wish, his every feeling...&lt;br /&gt;They shared a lot of happy moments and there are a lot of moments yet to come... She knows she wants him to be the father of her children, the man who'll be there for her for the rest of her life... She wants her children to be special, smart, funny, beautiful, charming, understanding and lovable like him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4521506076211184073?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4521506076211184073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4521506076211184073' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4521506076211184073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4521506076211184073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-by-aangel.html' title='Feeling    by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5706709994752482796</id><published>2008-07-24T13:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:10:04.839+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In viata nu e important sa ai carti bune, ci sa le joci bine pe cele pe care le ai."(Josh Billings)&lt;br /&gt;"Mi se pare ca oamenii au un potential foarte vast. Oamenii pot face lucruri extraordinare daca au curajul sa-si asume anumite riscuri. Totusi cei mai multi nu o fac. Raman nehotarati ca si cum viata ar fi vesnica."(Philip Adams)&lt;br /&gt;"Multi dintre cei ce esueaza in viata sunt persoane care nu au realizat cat de aproape au fost de succes in momentul cand au renuntat. "(Thomas A. Edison)&lt;br /&gt;"Instruirea mintii este la fel de necesara ca hrana pentru corp."(Marcus Tullius Cicero)&lt;br /&gt;"Daca nu iti place un lucru, schimba-l. Daca nu poti sa-l schimbi, schimba-ti atitudinea. Nu te plange."(Maya Angelou)&lt;br /&gt;"Acest pas - alegerea unui tel si hotararea de a nu-l schimba - schimba totul."(Scott Reed)&lt;br /&gt;"Obstacolele sunt acele lucruri groaznice pe care le vezi cand iti iei ochii de la telul tau."(Henry Ford)&lt;br /&gt;"Fiecare este arhitectul propriului viitor."(Appius Claudius)&lt;br /&gt;"Mama mea facea o distinctie clara intre realizare si succes. Spunea ca "realizarea este datorata cunostintelor invatate si muncii si faptului ca ai dat tot ce era mai bun in tine. Succesul este ca o recompensa din partea altora, si este placut, dar nu la fel de important sau satisfacator. Intotdeauna sa incerci sa te realizezi si sa uiti de succes."(Helen Hayes)&lt;br /&gt;"Succesul reprezinta abilitatea de a trece de la un esec la altul fara sa iti pierzi entuziasmul."(Sir Winston Churchill)&lt;br /&gt;"Construieste-ti in minte o imagine a reusitei tale. Pastreaza aceasta imagine cu tenacitate, nu ii permite sa dispara. Mintea ta va cauta modalitati de a dezvolta aceasta imagine ... Si nu-ti imagina nici un fel de obstacole."(Norman Vincent Peale)&lt;br /&gt;"Radacinile adevaratei realizari se afla in dorinta de a deveni cel mai bun."(Harold Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;"Chiar si cea mai inteleapta minte mai are ceva de invatat."(George Santayana)&lt;br /&gt;"Nu exista scurtaturi catre locuri in care merita sa ajungi."(Anonim)&lt;br /&gt;"Oamenii nu sunt prizonierii destinului, ci mai degraba prizonieri ai propriei minti."(Franklin D. Roosevelt)&lt;br /&gt;"Poti spune daca o un om e istet dupa raspunsurile pe care le da. Poti spune daca un om este intelept dupa intrebarile pe care le pune."(Naguib Mahfouz - Nobel Prize Winner)&lt;br /&gt;"Capacitatile se dezvolta si se arata din ce in ce mai mult cu fiecare sarcina noua primita."(Baltasar Gracian)&lt;br /&gt;"Daca nu stii in ce port vrei sa ajungi, nici un vant nu este favorabil."(Seneca)&lt;br /&gt;"Intotdeauna este prea devreme sa renunti."(Norman Vincent Peale)&lt;br /&gt;"Incearca nu sa fii un succes, ci sa fii o valoare."(Albert Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;"Indoielile noastre sunt tradatori si ne fac sa pierdem lucrurile bune pe care le-am putea castiga din cauza fricii de a incerca."(William Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;"Nu trai in trecut, nu visa la viitor, concentreaza-ti toate eforturile in prezent."(Buddha)   &lt;br /&gt;"Vei obtine totul de la ceilalti daca vei da totul din tine."(Harry Firestone)&lt;br /&gt;"Munca grea dezvaluie caracterul oamenilor: unii isi intorc manecile, altii intorc nasul si altii nu se mai intorc deloc."(Sam Ewig)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5706709994752482796?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5706709994752482796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5706709994752482796' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5706709994752482796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5706709994752482796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-viata-nu-e-important-sa-ai-carti.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-3678007297139734623</id><published>2008-07-23T23:00:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:38:47.856+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself (and to the rest of the world)   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Dear Aangel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that i miss the real you, the happy you, i miss the way your beautiful smile used to bring joy to every person that was lucky enough to know it...&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to know that no matter what people tell you, you really are beautiful, inside and outside!&lt;br /&gt;You have a wonderful soul and a very warm and loving heart, you are such a good person and you deserve all the love in the world... You deserve to be treated like the angel that you are and if the people you meet don't realize this, than they're not worthy of your time and of your feelings!&lt;br /&gt;You are a miracle, your whole life is a miracle, your story is impressing and you really should appreciate all that happened to you and you should be happy that you are here today!&lt;br /&gt;You should be grateful you have such a wonderful family even though it isn't perfect...&lt;br /&gt;You should be thankful for all the great friends you have...they aren't many in number but you can be sure they are your true friends, they are the ones you help, the ones you care for and the ones you are there for but they also are the ones who help you and the ones who are there for you no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be sad or angry because you have problems, we all have them but always remember that the problems, the pain and the sorrow are the ones that made you the person you are now... These are the things that made you stronger, these are your other friends and you shouldn't be mad at them, you should thank them for making you the woman you are today!&lt;br /&gt;You should always remember that you aren't perfect, nobody is, we are all humans and we all make mistakes so don't punish yourself for your mistakes, just try to make things better because even if you don't succeed, at least you'll be in peace with yourself knowing you tried hard enough to repair the damage you made!&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i wish the best to you and to all the ones who are gonna spend a little of their time reading this letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aangel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-3678007297139734623?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3678007297139734623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=3678007297139734623' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3678007297139734623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3678007297139734623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-to-myself-and-to-rest-of-world.html' title='Letter to myself (and to the rest of the world)   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7422795831379610470</id><published>2008-07-20T22:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:29:52.317+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Afraid   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>She loves him like she never loved anyone before, he made her feel things she never felt until she met him and the fact that they see each other so rarely hurts her deeply and makes her miss him very much...&lt;br /&gt;She understands he is busy but at least once in a while he could let her know that he's ok and that he still loves her as much as he loves him...&lt;br /&gt;She is very sad when she calls him and he doesn't answer, his lack of response makes her cry... she's afraid she'll lose him, she's afraid she'll never feel the warmth of his embrace again, she's afraid she'll never feel his lips next to hers... She loves him so much that he is the only person in this world for whom she'd do anything, she'd even give her life for him, he is the only man she wants to live with till her dieing day but now she's afraid that everything is falling apart and there's nothing she can do to stop that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7422795831379610470?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7422795831379610470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7422795831379610470' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7422795831379610470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7422795831379610470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/afraid-by-aangel.html' title='Afraid   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-429475527266801565</id><published>2008-07-18T23:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:30:13.836+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Black and white rainbow      by Aangel</title><content type='html'>She loves him so much...he is the first man that made her think about the kids they'd have, about the live they'd live together...he is the first man that made her think about a lifetime spent together...&lt;br /&gt;She wants to share her life with him but she is afraid he doesn't feel the same... he is the only man that succeeded in making her think about the day she'd say "I do" with all her heart...&lt;br /&gt;She is so anxious to spend every second, every day, every year of her life with him but now she's afraid that everything is falling apart... he isn't there for her when she needs him most, he's always busy and even though she tries to understand him she can't...&lt;br /&gt;She knows he has a very difficult job but she can't understand the fact that he is to busy for her, his job is taking him away from her and that hurts her very much... if they go on like this, she's afraid that he'll never be there, if he is so busy, he won't even see his children grow...&lt;br /&gt;She is forced to deal with everything alone... When she met him, she felt that he'll be a support for her but unfortunatly he isn't, he is not how she hoped he'd be, he isn't the man she thought he is when they got together... He's an imperfect man even though in her eyes he was perfect at the beginning but she is willing to  keep on loving him as he is  because she realized she can't live without him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-429475527266801565?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/429475527266801565/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=429475527266801565' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/429475527266801565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/429475527266801565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-and-white-rainbow-by-aangel.html' title='Black and white rainbow      by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8308131583196118179</id><published>2008-07-07T23:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:14:49.713+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Femei, sunshine, life....and other stuff in Aangel's view</title><content type='html'>Lady Jocelyn: http://bucurenci.ro/2008/06/elogiu-femeilor-adevarate/&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: ce nice si profund e articolul cu femeile&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: mda...mai bine zis ce viziune distorsionata are&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: "Aşa că ne luăm tandreţea şi o băgăm la loc în buzunar, o punem bine pentru cele care vor şti s-o aprecieze: femeile după care plângem la al treilea pahar, cele după care alergăm în pas de pudel printre maşinile oprite la semafor, femeile care ne fac din vorbe şi care rareori ne mai fac şi altceva. Iubitele noastre, dragele noastre, nebunaticele noastre fixaţii. Zânele, nimfele, prinţesele. Imaculatele fecioare."&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: why can't i be both?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: pe mine ma iubeste si plange cu si pt mine si i still f**k his brains out&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: stie tot ce'am facut si cat de departe sunt d a fi o"imaculata fecioara"&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: si nu zic ca nu'l deranjeaza&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: poate ca m'ar iubi mai mult daca n'ar fi fost restu' tipilor&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: da' tot ma iubeste&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: deci se poate sa iubesti o femeie, sa fie toate alea si sa ti'o si traga ca o profi&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: eu ma abtin de la comentarii&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn ca esti in aceeasi situatie ca mine&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: nu draga&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: i'm not&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: draga, te iubeste si u f**k his brains out&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: what am i missin'?&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: eu nu'mi permit sa vorbesc de iubire&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: not yet&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: si poate ca not ever&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: iubirea adevarata vine mult prea rar&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: si ma indoiesc ca am simtit'o sau ca o voi simti vreodata&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: its just the way i see things now&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: draga&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: da' unde'i happinessu ala ce il simteam eu in tine?&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: i really don't know&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: i guess it passed away&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: k orice elan adolescentin intarziat&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: u r makin me sad&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: u have no reason 2 be sad&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: neither have i&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: im just being real&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: i dont wanna be real&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: nu vreau sa vad ca nu ne potrivim&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: vreau sa fiu cu el si sa fie totu' sunshine&amp;amp;roses&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: si chiar daca nu e&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: tot vreau sa fiu cu el&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: am momente in care sunt atat de sigura ca il iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: si momente in care habar n'am de nimic&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: draga that's cuz&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: nici u nu stii ce'i that real love de care ziceam eu mai inainte&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: and if u wanna have all that sunshine&amp;amp;roses u have 2 be real&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: poate k nu e the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: da' intr'un fel sau altu'&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: there is no "love of one's life"&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: that's just crap people made up&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: 2 be happy with the shitty lifes they have&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: who r u and what have u done 2 aangel?&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: i'm the one u (the others) created&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: u're startin' 2 freak me out&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: why?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: ca nu gandeai asa pana acum&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: draga nu gandeam asa&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: dar uite ca the stuff i lived, read and wrote about made me think this way&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: the people i meet&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: the people i used 2 know,the ones that used 2 care 4 me&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: and the ones that used 2 want 2see me down&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: off&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: what am i gonna do with u?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: sau d fapt what r u gonna do with me&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: ca u r the realistic one&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: draga im not tryin 2 change u&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: or your views&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: draga i know&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: i just want u 2 know that behind all that sunshine there is a real life&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: that is usually full of clouds and rain&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jocelyn: draga i haven't seen the sunshine in a looong time&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: draga the sunshine's there&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: in everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: u just have 2 know how 2 look 4it,how 2 see it&lt;br /&gt;just Aangel: we all need to learn how 2 find our own personal little sunshine in order 2 survive every rainy day in our lifes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8308131583196118179?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8308131583196118179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8308131583196118179' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8308131583196118179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8308131583196118179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/femei-sunshine-lifeand-other-stuff-in.html' title='Femei, sunshine, life....and other stuff in Aangel&apos;s view'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4345202383931824352</id><published>2008-06-08T22:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:15:30.909+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>The past is my present     by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"Sorrow lasts through this night, I'll take this piece of you and hold for all eternity, for just one second I felt whole as you flew right through me...  and we kiss each other one more time and sing this lie that's halfway mine, the sword is slicing through the question so I won't be fooled by his angel light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she didn't know he has another one, she wishes he didn't fool her so many times, she wishes she didn't want him so bad...but most of all she wishes it didn't hurt so much...&lt;br /&gt;All the lies, all the disappointment, all the time and the feelings she wasted on him... He was always thinking about himself, his desires, his feelings, he never wondered how she felt or what she wanted, he never cared about her soul, her needs, her tears...&lt;br /&gt;He was another pain for her heart though she believed in him, she hoped he wasn't like the rest but she was so wrong about him, he is nothing better than the others...&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another rain, another tear she cried for him knowing that he doesn't deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;She's siting alone again and she doesn't even know what she did wrong for all this to happen to her... She's not as strong as she used to be, she's not the woman she once was, the rivers of tears she cried tore her apart, the pain and the sorrow brought her down and she feels she can't reach the top again, she can't smile like she used to, she can't enjoy life like she used to and most of all...she can't stop thinking about him, about the way he made her feel that night and the way he makes her feel now and she realizes that a night of passion isn't worth this agony...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4345202383931824352?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4345202383931824352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4345202383931824352' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4345202383931824352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4345202383931824352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-is-my-present-by-aangel.html' title='The past is my present     by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2128975165652438610</id><published>2008-05-25T15:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:43:36.154+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Savatage</title><content type='html'>If I go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on that long empty road&lt;br /&gt;We all stand lone&lt;br /&gt;Searching for clues&lt;br /&gt;From our different views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark I call out your name&lt;br /&gt;It echoes in vain&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;In an empty room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I go away&lt;br /&gt;What would still remain of me&lt;br /&gt;The ghost within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The whisper in your sighs&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring down a long empty hall&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on walls&lt;br /&gt;All with your name&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a chord I can't hear&lt;br /&gt;Been searching for years&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhere inside&lt;br /&gt;But it's well disguised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I go away&lt;br /&gt;What would still remain of me&lt;br /&gt;The ghost within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The whisper in your sighs&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obbD6XbtAbU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obbD6XbtAbU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there you&lt;br /&gt;Way out there in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive my persistence&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hanging&lt;br /&gt;Do you care&lt;br /&gt;So lay back&lt;br /&gt;Call off the attack&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you look deep&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are nothing that I lack&lt;br /&gt;And all I seek&lt;br /&gt;A final chance to speak&lt;br /&gt;And I would let the whole thing keep&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hey there you&lt;br /&gt;Way out there could you show me&lt;br /&gt;Just a signal&lt;br /&gt;Or a sign&lt;br /&gt;That after all&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;That you know me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not just&lt;br /&gt;Killing time&lt;br /&gt;So lay back&lt;br /&gt;Call off the attack&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you look deep&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are nothing that I lack&lt;br /&gt;And all I seek&lt;br /&gt;A final chance to speak&lt;br /&gt;And I would let the whole thing keep&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sleep&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay there at night&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the air&lt;br /&gt;Our of alibis and all those little lies&lt;br /&gt;And then I look inside&lt;br /&gt;And pray that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgtbhlsK8b4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgtbhlsK8b4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2128975165652438610?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2128975165652438610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2128975165652438610' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2128975165652438610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2128975165652438610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/savatage.html' title='Savatage'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7123416864660510686</id><published>2008-05-18T21:57:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:28:46.157+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>An ocean away...   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"I see a shadow every day and night, I walk a hundred streets of neon lights, only when I'm crying... Can you hear me crying? So many times you always wanted more, chasing illusions that you're longing for... Wish I wasn't crying... There's an ocean between us, you know where to find me, you reach out and touch me, I feel you in my own heart... More than a lifetime, still goes on forever but it helps to remember you're only an ocean away... Was there a moment when I felt no pain? I want to feel it in my life again, let it be over now 'cause I remember all the days and nights we used to walk the streets of neon lights... I want you here with me, be here with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She is alone again... She feels the rain falling on her skin and she can't stop thinking about him... She couldn't think about anything else since the night they met... She was constantly wondering what is he doing, she was wondering if he thinks about her, if he misses her like she misses him, if he still wants her...&lt;br /&gt;   Her loneliness, the rain and the music she was hearing made her want him more, she wanted him to be there, next to her, to hold her, to kiss her and wash her pain away...&lt;br /&gt;   The distance between them is so big and it hurts her so much... she wishes she could fly so she could be near him...&lt;br /&gt;   The thoughts keep running through her head and they're all about him, she has a thousand questions in her mind and they're all for him... Does he feel the same way about her? Will she ever find out if he thinks about her? Will he ever be able to feel what she is feeling?&lt;br /&gt;   She can't stop asking herself why is she thinking about him so much... Is it wrong? Is she wanting him too much? Is she falling in love with him? If she is, she knows, deep inside her soul, she feels it will be another disappointment ...&lt;br /&gt;   She doesn't know many things about him but she wonders if he is like the other men in she knows... The night she met him, she felt he was special but her feelings aren't always right... She wanted so bad to be right this time, she wanted so bad for him to be the one... The one who can make her happy, the one who can erase her pain and her sorrow, the one who can dry her tears and bring the sun back to her life...&lt;br /&gt;   She wants him to be the one who never lets her down, the one who'll always keep her smiling, the one who'll walk her home on the summer nights, the one who'll hold her hand and kiss her in the rain, the one who'll hold her tight when she's crying and the one who'll be happy for her when she's smiling... She wants him to be the one who'll dance with her in the middle of the night, even if there's no music only because she feels like dancing... She wants him to be the one who will lift her up and give her faith when she's down and hopeless...she wants  him to be her star in the starless nights, her sun in the cloudy days...she wants him to be the rain that cools her on  the hot summer days and the fire that warms her on the cold winter nights... but more than anything, she wants him to be the one who loves her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7123416864660510686?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7123416864660510686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7123416864660510686' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7123416864660510686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7123416864660510686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ocean-away-by-aangel.html' title='An ocean away...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7849016814729692347</id><published>2008-05-18T21:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:56:40.848+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Possession   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide ,voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time...the night is my companion, and solitude my guide ...would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?...I would be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away and after, I'd wipe away the tears, just close your eyes dear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He is my murderer and the one who'll save my soul, he is the one that makes me feel divine, the one who's kiss takes me to the sky and the one who's words hurt me like hell...&lt;br /&gt;I am his ancient goddess and his modern mistress, I am his lover and his friend, I'm the one who's love he can't escape...&lt;br /&gt;   He's the hunter, I'm the pray he always gets, I'm the whisper he hears in his lonely nights and the scream he hears in his nights of passion...&lt;br /&gt;   He tells me I'm the one he can't live without and the one he can't live with, I'm his drug and he is mine, we're both addicted... Addicted to love, addicted to hate, addicted to time, to the little time we had together... We're addicted to the nights we had, to the mornings we didn't have, to the passion we used to live...&lt;br /&gt;   His touch burns my skin and leaves deep scars in my soul... His love hurts me so bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7849016814729692347?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7849016814729692347/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7849016814729692347' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7849016814729692347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7849016814729692347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/possession.html' title='Possession   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1970640462781599414</id><published>2008-05-03T03:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:28:40.908+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>The only one    by Aangel</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Sweet the hands that laid me to the ground, sweet the voice that makes the sweetest sound... And I won’t go down, I won’t go down on my knees, there’s just you and me, we are the only ones... I’ve heard of love that inside she makes you strong, in your arms is where I feel I belong... And it’s only if you want it that I’ll be gone...There’s just you and me, we are THE ONLY ONES..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the only real love in her life, the one she always turns back to...and she is the one he always turns back to no matter what happens... It's in his eyes that she sees her unborne babies, it's on his lips she hears the song of her future, it's in his arms that she feels safe, it's his love that makes her whole... Last night they saw each other... she felt so fulfilled when he hold her in his arms, when he kissed her, when he whispered those sweet words in her ear, when he caressed her...&lt;br /&gt;She thought about him all night, she felt his sweet embrace till the dawn, she heard his soft voice ll through the night, she closed her eyes and saw his face... she knew he is her only true love, the only one she really cared for, the one she wanted to see happy even at the price of her sorrow... she didn't want to disappoint him, she tried to be there for him every time he needed her...&lt;br /&gt;He will be forever her special someone, her pleasure and her pain, her joy and her sorrow, her life-giver and her life-taker, her angel and her devil... He is and will always be the one who takes her up, beyond the sky,to the sweetest paradise and then back down into the cruelest hell, he is the one who can make her feel like she's on fire and the next minute he can make her feel so cold... but he is the only one the was honest with her from the beginning... He never promised her anything like others do but he gave her much more than she ever expected...he gave her his friendship, his trust and finally he gave her his love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1970640462781599414?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1970640462781599414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1970640462781599414' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1970640462781599414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1970640462781599414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-one-by-aangel.html' title='The only one    by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1906773148783656899</id><published>2008-04-27T17:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:22:23.521+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Leaves eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpcRWA_-3jw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpcRWA_-3jw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on a fragile eyelash&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like a dream&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for some understanding&lt;br /&gt;And answer or at least&lt;br /&gt;A calming word a single sentence&lt;br /&gt;To restore her heart&lt;br /&gt;Aching since the day I left her&lt;br /&gt;Crossing lonely seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Make a warrior cry&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, I beg you&lt;br /&gt;Please release hopes from fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you in my arms again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewdrops on a single rosebud&lt;br /&gt;This purity of rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the moment I left her&lt;br /&gt;Kisses filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;And if I should leave her waiting&lt;br /&gt;For another year&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;Will she follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Make a warrior cry&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, I beg you&lt;br /&gt;Please release hopes from fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calming word, a single sentence&lt;br /&gt;To restore her heart&lt;br /&gt;Aching since the day I left her&lt;br /&gt;Crossing lonely seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you in my arms again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Elegy&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you in my arms again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUyVANDGeoE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUyVANDGeoE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed west&lt;br /&gt;To legend land&lt;br /&gt;Up river to&lt;br /&gt;Set feet on soil&lt;br /&gt;Smell morning dew&lt;br /&gt;On stubborn grass&lt;br /&gt;Found grapes and vines&lt;br /&gt;And sweet temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me alive (Keeps me alive)&lt;br /&gt;In my legend land I still feel how close&lt;br /&gt;We are and will be&lt;br /&gt;Legend land a piece you left&lt;br /&gt;A piece of promise and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Appears to me&lt;br /&gt;From Ásgard sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;Any time barrier&lt;br /&gt;Like wild flowers will&lt;br /&gt;To stay alive&lt;br /&gt;To divide the stone&lt;br /&gt;To break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend land I still feel how close&lt;br /&gt;We are and will be&lt;br /&gt;Legend land a piece you left&lt;br /&gt;A piece of promise and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams a Legend land&lt;br /&gt;A piece of promise and hope&lt;br /&gt;in my heart, keeps me alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend land I still feel how close&lt;br /&gt;We are and will be&lt;br /&gt;Legend land a piece you left&lt;br /&gt;A piece of promise and hope&lt;br /&gt;(My legend land)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend land&lt;br /&gt;We are and will be&lt;br /&gt;Legend land a piece you left&lt;br /&gt;A piece of promise and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xARoUOKwRHQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xARoUOKwRHQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I will escape, from here&lt;br /&gt;Since you went, I have counted, one year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rest in your embracing arms&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you say it I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me (Just let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;I want to arise with you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal teas, wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;I will die, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rest in your embracing arms&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you say it I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me (Just let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;I want to arise with you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal me from these endless nights&lt;br /&gt;Help me to find the naked truth&lt;br /&gt;Heal me from these endless nights&lt;br /&gt;Help me to find the naked truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to rest in your embracing arms&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal (Let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you say it I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me (Just let me heal)&lt;br /&gt;I want to arise with you&lt;br /&gt;Say for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25ixdCTGdzc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25ixdCTGdzc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winter poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million crystals on the outside of my window&lt;br /&gt;One single thought, a thought of missing you&lt;br /&gt;But only one word from within me&lt;br /&gt;Describes the thought without of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice feathers on my window&lt;br /&gt;Reveal a single thought&lt;br /&gt;A painting of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is a sign that you do know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million crystals&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to page your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of your soul&lt;br /&gt;300 days I counted&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year,&lt;br /&gt;A mere of missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice feathers on my window&lt;br /&gt;Reveal a single thought&lt;br /&gt;A painting of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is a sign that you do know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again waters change&lt;br /&gt;Winter spell comes to life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice feathers on my window&lt;br /&gt;Reveal a single thought&lt;br /&gt;A painting of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is a sign that you do know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice crystals on my window&lt;br /&gt;Hide frozen life inside&lt;br /&gt;Ice storm outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;But I feel my heart is warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgriYrtGUJA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgriYrtGUJA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream&lt;br /&gt;What do you need&lt;br /&gt;To be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little island&lt;br /&gt;Where ebb and flow meet&lt;br /&gt;We curl up by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Your breath in my ear&lt;br /&gt;We've found our paradise&lt;br /&gt;Where fruits and flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;The ocean's ground is white&lt;br /&gt;Reflects the moonlight that glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cover you warm&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I protect you from harm&lt;br /&gt;And I will quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we meet&lt;br /&gt;Our love proceeds&lt;br /&gt;When you are here&lt;br /&gt;I am real too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little island&lt;br /&gt;Where ebb and flow meet&lt;br /&gt;We curl up by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Your breath in my ear&lt;br /&gt;We've found our paradise&lt;br /&gt;Where fruits and flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;The ocean's ground is white&lt;br /&gt;Reflects the moonlight that glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cover you warm&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I protect you from harm&lt;br /&gt;And I will quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my queen&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel&lt;br /&gt;You're the love I breathe to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my star&lt;br /&gt;You're my leading light&lt;br /&gt;You're the beauty I see at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my queen&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream I breathe to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my star&lt;br /&gt;You're my leading light&lt;br /&gt;You're the beauty I see at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little island&lt;br /&gt;Where ebb and flow meet&lt;br /&gt;We curl up by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Your breath in my ear&lt;br /&gt;We've found our paradise&lt;br /&gt;Where fruits and flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;The ocean's ground is white&lt;br /&gt;Reflects the moonlight that glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cover you warm&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I protect you from harm&lt;br /&gt;And I will quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;And I will quench your thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyHCpGm3sqk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyHCpGm3sqk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Amelie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why don't you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Never said that you'd leave me&lt;br /&gt;And I know you are somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you up&lt;br /&gt;Every time you were down&lt;br /&gt;Your crying stopped&lt;br /&gt;When I was around.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Enough to stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me truly&lt;br /&gt;Was it there in your heart too?&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm left with&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream of me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you up&lt;br /&gt;Every time you were down&lt;br /&gt;Your crying stopped&lt;br /&gt;When I was around.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You filled my soul&lt;br /&gt;With your beauty and with hope&lt;br /&gt;We're different although&lt;br /&gt;We were just like water in sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never said that you'd leave me&lt;br /&gt;And I know you are somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you up&lt;br /&gt;Every time you were down&lt;br /&gt;Your crying stopped&lt;br /&gt;When I was around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you close&lt;br /&gt;When you fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And now you've torn all my hopes apart&lt;br /&gt;You could have said good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1906773148783656899?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1906773148783656899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1906773148783656899' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1906773148783656899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1906773148783656899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaves-eyes.html' title='Leaves eyes'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8536039534774364577</id><published>2008-04-21T23:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:23:26.087+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Divine...   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"Trust I seek and I find in you, every day for us something new, open mind for a different view and nothing else matters... never cared for what they say, never cared for games they play, never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know and I know... so close no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart, forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She is finally happy... she met the Divine, the perfect guy, the one that brought her the smile back on her face, the blood back in her veins, the trust back in herself and the joy back in her life...&lt;br /&gt;   Everything started so unusual, but she considered the way things started a sign... a sign that that's the way it should be... The day that she met him started so bad, she didn't feel very good and the forces of nature were unleashed, Mother Nature was feeling like she was feeling...there was a storm outside and a storm of feelings inside her, she was anxious, impatient ... it rained for a few hours... but she kept hoping the weather will get better and she could go out that evening... The weather sensed her infinite desire to meet him and suddenly, from the pouring rain, the sun came out... She knew that it was a good sign and the rest of the day would be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;   And so it was... They met that evening... she was so nervous before she met him.... but after talking to him a few minutes she started feeling very comfortable, he made her feel safe, confident, she felt she could speak anything with him... The time they spent together that evening was great for her, she liked him very much and she hoped he liked her too...&lt;br /&gt;   The night ended perfectly, with a kiss... well, not just one... she was so happy that night and she still is... she couldn't stop smiling all the way home... she felt like flying... She felt his embrace all through the night and she can't wait to see him again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8536039534774364577?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8536039534774364577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8536039534774364577' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8536039534774364577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8536039534774364577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/divine-by-aangel.html' title='Divine...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8015310600354214168</id><published>2008-04-14T23:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:40:45.234+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Cold...  by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"There's just so many things you never needed to say, like I'm your other soul, but you can love them all... Your tears are meaningless, they're written on your face, just like your empty words, just like the chemical, just like the disease that stains your lips tonight... You are the disease that's in my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How can he be so cold, so distant after all that happened... It's like he doesn't know her, like they never shared so many things, so many feelings and so many moments... How can he just sit there and look at her without saying a word, without making any move... he just stares at her, in silence, like they were strangers... She can't stand this situation anymore... She feels so empty while looking at him... so lonely... so cold... Her tears are worthless because there is nothing in the world that could bring him back to her arms, back into her life...&lt;br /&gt;    She feels broken to pieces, damaged, she feels like a living ghost... she can't focus on anything else but him... she's hurting... but when she sees him, she forgets everything, all the bad things he did, all the scars he left her... When she sees him, she can only focus on the moments they lived, on the memories he left her... When she sees him, she forgets about the pain, the tears, the sleepless nights and remembers only his hapy and satisfied smile, his eyes, his hands, his body always hungry for her...&lt;br /&gt;    She'll regret until the end of her days the last night they spent together, the night she gave him everything that he wanted, the night he took her heart, the night her soul died!&lt;br /&gt;    At the beginning, when she didn't know him, she used to see him everywhere, she used to be so excited by the thought that she could see him... there wasn't a day that passed by without her hoping to see him...&lt;br /&gt;    Now, she would like so much to bring back those days... The days when seeing him made her happy, unlike today that the sight of him only brings her sorrow and tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8015310600354214168?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8015310600354214168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8015310600354214168' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8015310600354214168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8015310600354214168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/cold-by-aangel.html' title='Cold...  by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6528485245255465693</id><published>2008-04-13T15:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:29:16.688+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Evans Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-bpNG0CUO0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-bpNG0CUO0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eclipsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;We're both broken in our own little ways&lt;br /&gt;We're broken, but we fit together just right&lt;br /&gt;You know I saw the black inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our lights meet, will you know me then&lt;br /&gt;And will you want to know it?&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've known you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;When our lights meet, will you love me then&lt;br /&gt;and will you ever know it?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you've known me for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your analogies.&lt;br /&gt;We're both crazy in our own little ways&lt;br /&gt;We talk about the future and our past lives.&lt;br /&gt;I know I loved you then.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd love you now.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll love you then.&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't have everything you want when you want it.&lt;br /&gt;I will be everything you want, when you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me. Trust for me.&lt;br /&gt;Fall for me. Even when you don't know you're falling for me.&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall for it? If it should, it'll come around again.&lt;br /&gt;But don't wait for me. And don't trust in me. Don't fall me.&lt;br /&gt;Even when you know you're falling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our hearts meet, will we make it then.&lt;br /&gt;Will we even notice that they are eclipsed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9AgYM5urZQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9AgYM5urZQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote you are my soul unquote&lt;br /&gt;Now does that sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the boy and make him feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote well this is me unquote&lt;br /&gt;You have been so ugly your entire life&lt;br /&gt;So why change now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you want to go down?&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You are the saddest sight I know&lt;br /&gt;You're quiet you never make a sound&lt;br /&gt;But here inside my mind you are the loudest one I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote we never talk unquote&lt;br /&gt;And thats when I don't answer&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare ask why&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't want to know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Well woe is me unquote&lt;br /&gt;How different I've become&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands, my dear, no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you want to go down?&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes, you are the saddest sight, I know&lt;br /&gt;And you're quiet you never make a sound, but here inside my mind you are the loudest one I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were right, right from the start&lt;br /&gt;It took everything you had, but you finally broke my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the old things will pass away&lt;br /&gt;I saw your light once&lt;br /&gt;Did you see mine?&lt;br /&gt;But not all things will pass away&lt;br /&gt;You turned your light off&lt;br /&gt;So I turned mine, away from your sadness, away from the nothing that you feel for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you want to go down?&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes, you are the saddest sight, I know&lt;br /&gt;You're so quiet and you never make a sound&lt;br /&gt;But here inside my mind you are the loudest one, I know&lt;br /&gt;And you were right, right from the start, it took everything you had, but you finally broke my ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote, hey listen 'cause I'll only say this once&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the words&lt;br /&gt;That mean enough to me&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my soul, unquote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey listen, because I'll only say this once&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that you could lose yourself in me?&lt;br /&gt;I could say I want to die by your side one day&lt;br /&gt;But I could never speak the words&lt;br /&gt;Because they haven't wrote the words that mean enough to me&lt;br /&gt;So together we can burn this way&lt;br /&gt;Burn this way...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you&lt;br /&gt;I found a loop hole for us now&lt;br /&gt;It's called redemption of my history&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could look past my fears&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now my love&lt;br /&gt;Because I will lose it in your eyes, I see firelight in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know that things will be better when you are by my side&lt;br /&gt;By my side...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm guarded, I'm fragile, but if anyone could ever save me now, you can&lt;br /&gt;And you can...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you&lt;br /&gt;Stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough? am I enough?&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to say you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2mhYPtc7EQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2mhYPtc7EQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6528485245255465693?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6528485245255465693/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6528485245255465693' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6528485245255465693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6528485245255465693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/evans-blue.html' title='Evans Blue'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5869341113347419509</id><published>2008-04-13T14:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:30:46.396+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Love...   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"Through this world I've stumbled so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved... You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive... And I would be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away and after, I'd wipe away the tears, just close your eyes dear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love is so cruel sometimes, it hurts so bad sometimes... She knows she shouldn't feel like this anymore, she should have forgotten him by now but she found out she hasn't... His presence is still there... When she sees him she still feels the love he once made her feel, the love he once gave her, she still remembers the happiness he once gave her, all the kisses and caresses, all the sweet words that he used to say...&lt;br /&gt;    When she doesn't see him it's OK... If she doesn't see him, she doesn't think about him so often but when she sees him she can't help it, it hurts so bad...&lt;br /&gt;    Seeing him alone hurts but when she saw him with another woman it hurt much more, she felt like a part of her died...&lt;br /&gt;    She tries to smile but she doesn't feel the smile inside... She wishes she could stop feeling for him, she wishes she could stop thinking about him... She still wants him so much... She wants to kiss him, touch him, hold him, tell him that she still loves him so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5869341113347419509?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5869341113347419509/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5869341113347419509' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5869341113347419509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5869341113347419509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-by-aangel.html' title='Love...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6748219543271355226</id><published>2008-04-08T22:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:01:58.139+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cel mai frumos dar facut cuiva este speranta"(Anatole France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuvintele sunt vocea inimii"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visele nu se risipesc, dar nici nu zboara daca nu le dai aripi"(Pablo Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O iubire generoasa isi are intotdeauna pregatit testamentul"(Pablo Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Este atat de scurta dragostea si este atat de lunga uitarea"(Pablo Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te iubesc fara sa stiu cum sau cand sau de unde. Te iubesc pur si simplu, fara complexitati sau amndrie; te iubesc pentru ca nu stiu alta cale..."(Pablo Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea pare sa fie ca un medicament; este ceruta doar de cei in suferinta"(Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viata este o curgere, este un fluviu, este o miscare continua. Dar oamenii au impresia ca ei insisi reprezinta ceva static. Numai obiectele sunt statice, numai moartea este incremenita; viata este o continua schimbare. Cu cat exista mai multa schimbare, cu atat viata este mai abundenta. Iar o viata abundenta aduce cu sine extraordinare schimbari; clipa de clipa"(Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea iti acorda libertatea de care ai nevoie si te ajuta sa fii tu insuti."(Osho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wait for the one you can live with, wait for the one you can't live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration"(Ansel Adams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6748219543271355226?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6748219543271355226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6748219543271355226' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6748219543271355226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6748219543271355226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/cel-mai-frumos-dar-facut-cuiva-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5161142484324727194</id><published>2008-03-31T00:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:58:36.946+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dragostea e la fel ca o boala pe care daca nu o tratezi se agraveaza... si ca orice floare pe care daca nu o uzi se ofileste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea nu e doar un zambet, nu e doar o floare, iubirea e un suflet ranit si apoi vindecat de altul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Langa cel mai inalt punct al fericirii se afla cea mai adanca prapastie a durerii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dorul este focul care arde sperantele, dorintele, durerile... iar cenusa care ramane reprezinta amintirile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despartirile au ceva din melancolia asfintitului, o blanda stralucire care ascunde in ea avertismentul intunericului."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In iubire se simte mai mult decat e nevoie, se sufera mai mult decat se cugeta, se viseaza mai mult decat se traieste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea trebuia sa fie invatata, incercata si experimentata... prima atingere nu reprezinta niciodata expresia ei desavarsita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A iubi inseamna, poate, a lumina partea cea mai frumoasa din noi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu exista fericire de care sa iti amintesti fara tristete."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5161142484324727194?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5161142484324727194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5161142484324727194' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5161142484324727194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5161142484324727194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/octavian-paler.html' title='Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2963002728721773720</id><published>2008-03-30T18:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:59:32.845+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Alexandre Dumas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Nu exista nici fericire, nici nenorocire pe lume; exista doar compararea unei stari cu cealalta si atata tot. Doar cel care a simtit nefericirea cea mai cumplita e in stare sa simta cea mai mare fericire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ranile sufletului se deosebesc de celelalte prin aceea ca se acopera, dar nu se inchid; mereu dureroase, mereu gata sa sangereze cand le atingi, ele raman in inima vii si deschise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bucuria nu e decat o durere care isi schimba locul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cei mai frumosi ani sunt cei ce vor veni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2963002728721773720?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2963002728721773720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2963002728721773720' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2963002728721773720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2963002728721773720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/alexandre-dumas.html' title='Alexandre Dumas'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-667081205780185441</id><published>2008-03-29T05:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:46:20.312+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Dante Alighieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Te iubesc si te voi iubi toata viata, iar daca si dupa moarte oamenii iubesc, atunci te voi iubi pentru totdeauna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea misca Soarele si celelalte stele."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubeste putin cel care poate spune prin cuvinte cat iubeste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu este durere mai mare dacat sa-ti amintesti de zilele fericite in vremuri de rastriste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-667081205780185441?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/667081205780185441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=667081205780185441' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/667081205780185441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/667081205780185441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/dante-alighieri.html' title='Dante Alighieri'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5906798377697855771</id><published>2008-03-29T05:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:28:01.736+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'>Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fiecare clipa de cautare este o clipa de regasire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O cautare incepe intotdeauna cu Norocul Incepatorului. Si se termina intotdeauna cu Proba Cuceritorului."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La urma urmei, ce e fericirea? Dragoste, se spune. Dar dragostea nu a adus si nici nu va aduce vreodata fericirea. Dimpotriva, nu e decat neliniste, un camp de lupta, nopti nedormite, cand ne intrebam daca e bine ce facem. Adevarata dragoste este plamadita din extaz si agonie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trebuie sa cautam dragostea acolo unde suntem, chiar daca asta ne-ar costa ceasuri, zile, saptamani de deceptii si tristeti. Caci in clipa in care pornim in cautarea iubirii, si ea porneste in intampinarea noastra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea nu pune multe intrebari, deoarece, daca incepem sa gandim, incepe sa ne fie frica. E o frica inexplicabila, nu poate fi exprimata prin cuvinte. De aceea nu intrebi, faci."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viata este uneori foarte zgarcita: trec zile, saptamani, luni si ani fara sa simti nimic nou. Totusi, odata ce se deschide o usa, o adevarata avalansa patrunde prin spatiul deschis. Acum nu ai nimic, iar in clipa urmatoare ai mai mult decat poti accepta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea este singurul lucru care activeaza inteligenta si creativitatea, care ne purifica si ne elibereaza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fericirea poate fi intalnita intr-un simplu graunte de nisip din desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexul este arta de a controla lipsa de control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te iubesc mult, cum n-am mai iubit niciodata si tocmai de aceea plec pentru ca, daca as ramane visul s-ar transforma in realitate, in dorinta de a poseda, de a dori ca viata lui sa fie a mea. In fine, toate lucrurile care transforma dragostea in sclavie. E bine sa avem grija de ceea ce luam cu noi din viata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chiar daca ar fi insemnat despartire, singuratate, tristete, iubirea isi merita fiecare banut din pretul ei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In toate povestile de dragoste exista intotdeauna ceva care ne apropie de eternitate si de esenta vietii, pentru ca povestile de dragoste contin toate tainele lumii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea poate fi o experienta mai inspaimantatoare decat aceea de a te afla fata in fata cu un arcas care tinteste spre inima ta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cine e intelept, este intelept doar pentru ca iubeste si cine e nebun, e nebun deoarece crede ca poate intelege iubirea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea este o fiinta salbatica. Cand incercam sa o tinem in frau, ne distruge. Cand incercam sa o inchidem, ne inrobeste. Cand incercam sa o intelegem, ne tulbura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea este primul lucru capabil sa schimbe total viata unei persoane de la o clipa la alta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubirea este o forta cu care putem schimba totul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un copil poate oricand sa invete un adult trei lucruri: cum sa fie multumit fara motiv, cum sa nu stea locului niciodata si cum sa ceara cu insistenta ceea ce isi doreste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5906798377697855771?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5906798377697855771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5906798377697855771' title='0 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R-vvVT5iekI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gKdtDZlfDks/s72-c/pic+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-742397740621403308</id><published>2008-03-26T21:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:48:46.527+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When you welcome love with your whole heart, soul and body, love will welcome you with all its sweetness"(Akidimah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dragostea adevarata e credinta oarba,umilinta fara preget,supunere desavarsita,incredere si daruire impotriva ta insuti,impotriva lumii intregi!Dragostea inseamna ca-ti vei darui inima si sufletul celui care ti le va zdrobi!"(Dikens - Marile sperante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories."(George Eliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All life is a chance. So take it!The person who goes furthest is the one who is willing to do and dare."(Dale Carnegie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is what stands the test of experience"(Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live"(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to love is to love like you have never been hurt"(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love needs no map, for it can find it's way blindfolded"(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for"(Sally - the movie Practical Magic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost, and it's looking for a rhythm like you"(Air Supply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The space between what's wrong and right is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you"(Dave Matthews Band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but the middle is what really counts"(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is one moment in your life when you are with someone and you feel like the world has stopped and your life seems so perfect, make sure you never lose that person"(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at time and distance as the essence of the understanding in realizing how price-less it is to have you"(Ronald Johnston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The key to wisdom is this - constant and frequent questioning, for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth"(Peter Abelard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours"(H.D. Thoreau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing"(Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-742397740621403308?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/742397740621403308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=742397740621403308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/742397740621403308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/742397740621403308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-welcome-love-with-your-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7375275542045848575</id><published>2008-03-23T16:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:33:17.885+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents,never revenges itself"(Mahatma Gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hatred ever kills, love never dies such is the vast difference between the two. What is obtained by love is retained for all time. What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred"(Mahatma Gandhi)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Between husband and wife there should be no secrets from one another. I have a very high opinion of the marriage tie. I hold that husband and wife merge in each other. They are one in two or two in one"(Mahatma Gandhi)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act"(Mahatma Gandhi)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people"(Mahatma Gandhi)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still aflying,And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying"(Robert Herrick) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December"(J. M. Barrie)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The red rose whispers of passion,And the white rose breathes of love;O, the red rose is a falcon,And the white rose is a dove"(John Boyle O’Reilly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my love’s like a red, red rose,That ’s newly sprung in June;Oh, my love’s like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune"(Robert Burns)  &lt;br /&gt;   .&lt;br /&gt;"Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time"(Edmund Spenser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say you love somebody and then change your mind ... Love isn't like picking what movie you want to watch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own"(Robert A. Heinlein) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is as strict as acting. If you want to love somebody, stand there and do it. If you don't, don't. There are no other choices"(Tyne Daly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love"(Robert Herick)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When love beckons to you follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden"(Kahil Gibran) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet are the words of Love, sweeter his thoughts:Sweetest of all what Love nor says nor thinks"(Richard Garnett)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love transforms; it simultaneously makes us larger and limits and limits our possibilities. It changes our history even as it breaks a new path through the present"(Michael Dorrius)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is, above all, the gift of oneself"(Jean Anouilh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7375275542045848575?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7375275542045848575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7375275542045848575' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7375275542045848575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7375275542045848575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-never-claims-it-ever-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6962644120698748329</id><published>2008-03-23T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:55:02.390+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They do not love that do not show their love." (John Heywood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adversity is another way to measure the greatness of individuals. I never had a crisis that didn't make me stronger."(Lou Holtz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste"(Henry Ford)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is a state of mind.If you want success, start thinking of yourself as a success"(Dr. Joyce Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love is rare, so when you find it don't let it go just because of a barrier you can't cross"(Ray H. Wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free"(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you look into someone's eyes and see their heart"(Jill Petty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You have to believe in yourself when no one else does.That's what makes you a winner"(Venus Williams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life, all good things come hard, but wisdom is the hardest to come by"(Lucille Ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence is a true friend who never betrays"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness"(Bertrand Russell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always make a total effort,even when the odds are against you"(Arnold Palmer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where there is love, distance doesn't matter"(Mata Amritanandamayi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be"(Abraham Lincoln) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6962644120698748329?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6962644120698748329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6962644120698748329' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6962644120698748329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6962644120698748329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-do-not-love-that-do-not-show-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7324647650065977459</id><published>2008-03-20T01:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:57:53.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'>Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley&amp;Alison Krauss</title><content type='html'>O melodie superba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CigNPSIxVxk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CigNPSIxVxk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7324647650065977459?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7324647650065977459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7324647650065977459' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7324647650065977459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7324647650065977459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/whiskey-lullaby-brad-paisley-krauss.html' title='Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley&amp;Alison Krauss'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-3918121709206674307</id><published>2008-03-16T21:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:55:22.379+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"True love is not for a second, but for eternity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past cannot be changed.The future is yet in your power"(Hugh White)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grief is the price we pay for love"(Queen Elizabeth II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do"(John Wooden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a thing, well, it's kind of like quicksand: The more you are in it, the deeper you sink. And when it hits you, you've just got to fall"(UB40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones, and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace"(Victor Hugo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be satisfied with a little, is the greatest wisdom; and he that increased his riches, increased his cares; but a contented mind is a hidden treasure, and trouble finded it not"(Akhenaton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to know God's thoughts; the rest are details"(Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falling in love is painful on the knee's"(Bon Jovi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it"(Toni Morrison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone who got to where they are had to begin where they were."(Richard Paul Evans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faced with what is right, to leave it undone shows a lack of courage"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut"(Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doubt the conventional wisdom unless you can verify it with reason and experiment"(Steve Albini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Success doesn't come to you, you go to it."(Marva Collins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to fill time is to waste it"(Marguerite Duras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"&gt;"The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom"(Isaac Asimov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous"(Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-3918121709206674307?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3918121709206674307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=3918121709206674307' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3918121709206674307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3918121709206674307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-love-is-not-for-second-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5098693331078075217</id><published>2008-03-16T14:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:18:02.095+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Another end...  by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"Lost till you're found,swim till you drown,love till you hate,jump till you break,know that we all fall down...If ever your will starts crashing down,that's when you'll find me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for her feelings to burn... She should give him up and go on with her life... But it's so hard to do that, it's hard for her to let him go, to stop thinking about him...&lt;br /&gt;She was just living a dream and it wasn't even hers... She wishes she could reach the sky one more time by making love to him...&lt;br /&gt;All she wants is another day, another night to love him, to hold him, to kiss him, to show him that her love is still alive, to prove to him that their love didn't die yet... She knows he would feel the same if they were together...&lt;br /&gt;He took her breath away... he was her air and now she can't breath without him... The night is so lonely without him, the darkness is so deep... The feelings are so strong...but she knows that everything has an end...&lt;br /&gt;Today she realized that he isn't like she thought he is... he isn't so wonderful and he isn't perfect like she wanted to believe till now...&lt;br /&gt;She knows that she loved a perfect image that her heart created and she knows that he isn't all that and he doesn't deserve not even half of her love, that's why she is determined to forget him and go on with her life... She wants to find a new love, a real one and she is still hoping and wishing she will be happy someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5098693331078075217?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5098693331078075217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5098693331078075217' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5098693331078075217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5098693331078075217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/ending.html' title='Another end...  by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7130196746250445808</id><published>2008-03-06T18:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:33:41.642+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>You...  by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"You know you're all that I live for,you know I'd die just to hold you,stay with you...somehow I'll show you,that you are my night sky..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she felt his scent on her pillow, on her skin... She felt his breath on her, his body close to hers... As her tears started falling, she felt his embrace, his kisses...&lt;br /&gt;She is longing to hold him, to kiss him, to caress him, to tell him what he means to her, to tell him that she loves him so much, that he is her reason of living...he's the first person she thinks about when she opens her eyes in the lonely mornings and the last one on her mind every night she cries herself to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;She misses him like crazy... Every day, every hour, every minute, every second without him feels like forever for her... She'd give up everything just to kiss him once again, to hold him again, to feel him close to her one more time...&lt;br /&gt;Every time she thinks about him, she feels like crying... When she sees his face or hears his voice she feels that her world is falling apart...&lt;br /&gt;She loves him so much that she'd do anything for him, for his happiness all though she knows that it hurts her...&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she could stop loving him, stop caring about him and most of all she wishes she could stop crying...&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she couldn't feel anything, she wishes not to see him so often because every time she sees him her pain feels so alive...&lt;br /&gt;Her life has become so sad without him, after all the happy moments he gave her, she feels that she can't go on anymore without him, she feels that life is passing her by and there's nothing she can do to stop it, she needs him to feel alive, she feels good only with him but she knows that she has to face the reality and accept the fact that he was never hers... She has to go on someway, somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7130196746250445808?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7130196746250445808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7130196746250445808' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7130196746250445808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7130196746250445808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-by-aangel.html' title='You...  by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4004980710190270975</id><published>2008-03-05T21:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:31:32.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Memories...   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"All of my memories keep you near,in silent moments imagine you here,all of my memories keep you near,in silent whispers, silent tears..."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     All that she has now are the memories... memories of a love that was never hers, memories of the words that were never meant for her, memories of his feelings, his kisses, his caresses... memories that belong to another woman that she replaces for a short while... All that she wanted was never hers, all that she thought she had was just a lie... All the good moments in her life were a lie... The beautiful feelings were unreal but the love she feels is real, the pain he brings her is real... She only wants to be with him all though she knows that for him it's just a game, an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;She feels so empty, so alone... Every night she misses him, she needs his presence... For her,he is THE ONE, the most precious, in her heart, he is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;She feels an endless desire for him, she has an endless passion and an endless love to give him...&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be the one that makes him happy, the one who erases his pain, his fears... She wants to be the one that he desires... She wants him to see the love in her eyes, to read the wors on her lips, she wants him to feel what she is feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Everything she thought was right, is wrong, everything that used to make her happy, hurts her now... She needs to find a reason to keep fighting, to keep hoping she will find the love she needs... That's all she ever wanted, to find a real love... a love without lies, without tears, without lonely nights and empty souls...&lt;br /&gt;All she ever wanted was to feel that she is loved, that someone cares about her and doesn't want to hurt her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4004980710190270975?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4004980710190270975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4004980710190270975' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4004980710190270975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4004980710190270975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-by-aangel.html' title='Memories...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2378545029577523343</id><published>2008-03-04T22:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:38:08.705+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Contopiti in transformare...   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Mi-e greu sa te iubesc doar eu,&lt;br /&gt;Ma doare ca nu esti al meu...&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa ma pot pierde in uitare&lt;br /&gt;Iar lacrimile mele sa se tranforme-n mare,&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu sa se faca cer,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mei sa fie stele,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tarziu-n noapte sa sper&lt;br /&gt;Ca te voi revedea,ca-ti voi auzi soaptele,&lt;br /&gt;Ca vantul va purta sufletul tau spre mine,&lt;br /&gt;Ca imi va aduce aroma ta misterioasa&lt;br /&gt;Si mangaierea ta dureroasa...&lt;br /&gt;As vrea ca sufletul tau sa se deschida-n fata mea,&lt;br /&gt;As vrea ca inima ta sa o gaseasca pe a mea,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimente nobile sa arda durerea&lt;br /&gt;Si fericirea sa ne uneasca-n intuneric,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii pamantul meu,eu sa fiu cerul tau feeric,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim mereu imbratisati in zare,&lt;br /&gt;Contopindu-ne in a lacrimilor mele mare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2378545029577523343?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2378545029577523343/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2378545029577523343' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2378545029577523343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2378545029577523343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/contopiti-in-transformare-by-aangel.html' title='Contopiti in transformare...   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6369873666571359643</id><published>2008-03-02T13:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:55:30.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Everytime you smile at someone,it is an action of love,a gift to that person,a beautiful thing"(Mother Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever the mind of man can conceive and belive,it can achieve"(Napoleon Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not a journey of discovery, rather, it is a journey of creation"(David Bussau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no greater invitation to love than loving first"(St. Augustine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kindness is wisdom"(Philip James Bailey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you"(Mother Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes by so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway...then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you're still in the exact same time with it. That's what love is like"(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is most nearly itself when "here" and "now" cease to matter"(T.S. Eliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing holier, in this life of ours, than the first consciousness of love - the first fluttering of its silken wings"(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing"(Helen Keller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night"(Edgar Allen Poe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A memory of true love is like a favorite song,no matter how many times it plays again,you never get tired of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow"(Helen Keller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life"(Merle Shan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is not to be pursued; it is to be attracted by the person we become"(Jim Rohn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe"(Anatole France) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship"(Pietro Aretino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Study the past if you would define the future"(Confucius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6369873666571359643?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6369873666571359643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6369873666571359643' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6369873666571359643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6369873666571359643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/03/everytime-you-smile-at-someoneit-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-9197434050882852504</id><published>2008-02-18T05:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:28:18.921+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Amprenta   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Pierduta-n intunericul simtirilor,&lt;br /&gt;Uitata-n tenebrele amintirilor,&lt;br /&gt;Se gandea din nou la el...&lt;br /&gt;Viata ei nu mai era la fel&lt;br /&gt;De cand a realizat ca tine la el...&lt;br /&gt;Avea un gol in suflet,&lt;br /&gt;Un loc ce doar el il umplea...&lt;br /&gt;Dar acolo era doar umbra sa acum.&lt;br /&gt;Pe buze avea urma sarutului sau trist,&lt;br /&gt;Un sarut lipsit de vlaga,stins&lt;br /&gt;Care i-a lasat sufletul aprins,&lt;br /&gt;Arzand indurerat,insingurat...&lt;br /&gt;Pe trupul ei era urma fierbinte a trupului sau,&lt;br /&gt;A noptilor calde petrecute cu el...&lt;br /&gt;Atingerile lui de foc le resimtea plangand,&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca mangaierile lui nu erau pentru ea,&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca pentru el e doar un joc&lt;br /&gt;Dar se lasa atrasa-n el,se adancea-n durere,&lt;br /&gt;In sentimente ce nu-i apartin...&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca el e un dulce venin,&lt;br /&gt;Ca fiecare gest al lui e un chin&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu putea renunta la dulcea amagire&lt;br /&gt;Care pe sufletul ei a pus stapanire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-9197434050882852504?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9197434050882852504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=9197434050882852504' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/9197434050882852504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/9197434050882852504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/amprenta-by-aangel.html' title='Amprenta   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-7037762090792013454</id><published>2008-02-15T21:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:59:57.376+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Sfarsit abrupt   by Aangel</title><content type='html'>Totul s-a terminat asa cum a-nceput&lt;br /&gt;Brusc,totul s-a rupt...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa tot ce-a fost&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-ai lasat decat un sfarsit abrupt,&lt;br /&gt;Vorbele tale sufletul mi-au rupt,&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte dureroase,grele...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca n-ar fi trebuit&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Desi a fost frumos,&lt;br /&gt;Finalul a fost dureros...&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsit abrupt...si totusi&lt;br /&gt;M-a durut...ma doare inca,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai facut o rana adanca...&lt;br /&gt;Acum tot ce pot spera&lt;br /&gt;E ca prin durerea mea&lt;br /&gt;Tu sa-ti gasesti fericirea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-7037762090792013454?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7037762090792013454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=7037762090792013454' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7037762090792013454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/7037762090792013454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/sfarsit-abrupt-by-aangel.html' title='Sfarsit abrupt   by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-6921882966635252045</id><published>2008-02-11T20:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:47:58.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...'/><title type='text'>Her story... by Aangel</title><content type='html'>"...Will we find each other in the dark...my long lost love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows she has some feelings for him but she doesn't think she can call that LOVE... It's just the way he makes her feel...happy, free, the safety he gives her...like no one else before... It's his way of kissing her forehead...so sweet, soft, warm...so intimate... The way he touches her, like she was never touched before, the way he explores her...her body, her soul... The way he calls her name makes her feel like she is the first, the last, the only woman on Earth...&lt;br /&gt;  When she is with him she feels there is no end, no beginning, there is only an infinite passion... He makes her feel like there's no tomorrow... She lives for that single moment in which they are together, they are ONE...&lt;br /&gt;  When she is with him she knows, she feels he cares about her, she feels she's not just a sex toy for him... She feels that, even though they don't have a "relationship" there is something between them, there is a connection that no one can break...&lt;br /&gt;  She knows she shouldn't allow herself to think about him so much... But when she closes her eyes, she feels his embrace, she feels his breath on her, she feels his kisses, his caresses... When she closes her eyes she feels she doesn't exist anymore... she is HERSELF only with him...&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't exist anymore when he touches her, when he holds her in his arms, close to his heart... She loves the way she feels his scent when he holds her, the way she feels his heart beating...&lt;br /&gt;  The moment their lips combine brings her so much joy...everything lights up when she feels his lips on her lips, when she feels his lips and he's breath on her neck... There is no greater peace, pleasure and fulfillment in the world but that moment... She wishes she could freeze that moment and stay there, with him for ever... He is her joy and her pain, her happiness and her sorrow, her laughters and her tears... He's everything that she IS and everything that she IS NOT... He's the sweetest pain and the greatest pleasure... The way he holds her hand, never letting her go is the most peaceful thing for her, the most intimate moment... It's the moment they become a single soul, a single person and they are there, together, facing the whole world no matter what happens...&lt;br /&gt;  When they are together, the air around them is full of their joy,their passion, their love for life... They live the moments they are together like there's no tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;  She sometimes wonders if it would be that perfect if they'd have a real relationship... but she truly doubts it... She knows their "relationship" as it is, is the most wonderful, precious and perfect thing in the world and though his absence hurts her, she wouldn't change their relationship for nothing in this world... She is willing to pay in tears all the great moments he brings her!&lt;br /&gt;  When she is with him she forgets the lonely nights, the lonely tears, she forgets her problems, her worries and she IS WITH HIM from the bottom of her heart and she lives those moments to the FULL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-6921882966635252045?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6921882966635252045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=6921882966635252045' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6921882966635252045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/6921882966635252045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/her-story-by-aangel.html' title='Her story... by Aangel'/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5363571591374060213</id><published>2008-02-10T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:17:10.107+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing."(Mignon McLaughlin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are beautiful...when you let friends have their space, when you believe, when you laugh, or are moved to tears, when you let it just roll right off your back, when you talk about your dreams, when you help a turtle across the road, when you try to do the right thing even when it comes out wrong, when you love."(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."(Percy Bysshe Shelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love enables you to put your deepest feelings and fears in the palm of your partner's hand, knowing they will be handled with care"(Carl S. Avery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is sometimes denied, sometimes lost, sometimes unrecognized, but in the end, always found with no regrets, forever valued and kept treasured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart"(Marcus Aurelius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit"(Alexandre Dumas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even stones have a love, a love that seeks the ground"(Meister Eckhart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're nothing short of my everything."(Ralph Block)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A smile is nearly always inspired by another smile."(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Distance between two hearts is not an obstacle...rather a beautiful reminder of just how strong true love can be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly"(Louis Ginsburg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."(Mother Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Life is a flower of which love is the honey"(Victor Hugo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a minefield. You take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess that's human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow up than be single"(Kate Welles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you"(Vipin Sharma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soul wants, the soul waits. And I could never take a chance of losing love to find romance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception"(Harold Loukes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never...never forget it."(Anonymous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day"(Ralph Waldo Emerson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most difficult thing to explain in life is the simplest truth called love."(Ramanathan Srinivasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one is perfect until you fall in love with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love that is true never grows old"(Elben Bano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love doesn't need words, true love can speak for itself"(Jodie Lake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves"(Victor Hugo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love never can be rent, but only true love can keep beauty innocent. You can run from love, and if it's really love it will find you, catch you by the heel, but you can't be numb for love. How can I hurt when I'm holding you? The soul needs beauty for a soulmate. When the soul wants, the soul waits...for love and sex and faith and fear."(U2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men always want to be a woman's first love.Women like to be a man's last romance."(Oscar Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is broad; if you love someone, you love all things, not just their beauty. Love is narrow; you love one and only one, compared to them, no one matters."(A. Braxton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alone we can do so little,together we can do so much."(Helen Keller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5363571591374060213?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5363571591374060213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5363571591374060213' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5363571591374060213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5363571591374060213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-arithmetic-of-love-one-plus-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5109793791974859152</id><published>2008-02-10T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:01:11.611+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love does not dominate; it cultivates"(Goethe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The key to a healthy marriage is to keep your eyes wide open before you wed and half-closed thereafter."(Benjamin Franklin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If their smile warms your heart, embrace eases you, and kiss distills all wrong done to man, then you know that you have found true love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The course of true love never did run smooth"(W. Shakespeare in A Midsummer Night's Dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way to love anything is to realize it may be lost."(G.K. Chesterton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love is giving all you have to someone you know you're going to lose"(Ray H Wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever; and never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone hurts you, cry a river, Build a bridge and get over it!"(Richard Middleton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intotdeauna sa desenezi cercuri in jurul celor pe care-i iubesti, caci inimile se pot rupe, dar cercurile nu au capat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love can never grow old, Locks may lose their brown and gold, Cheeks may fade and hollow grow, But the hearts that love will know Never winter's frost and chill, Summer's warmth is in them still."(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the only thing you get more of by giving it away."(Tom Wilson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is something even the most perfect assemblage of words can't describe. So please stop scaling or putting it into numbers. It doesn't work"(Oliver Metz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love"(Goethe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In love we often doubt what we most believe"(La Rochefoucauld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave"(M. Gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most eloquent silence, That of two mouths meeting in a kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reason and love are sworn enemies."(Pierre Corneille)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5109793791974859152?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5109793791974859152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5109793791974859152' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5109793791974859152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5109793791974859152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-does-not-dominate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-1395256558342152284</id><published>2008-02-10T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:55:07.052+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is not blind -- it simply enables one to see things others fail to see."(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love begins when nothing is looked for in return."(Antoine De Saint-Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart"(Josiah G. Holland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock"(Mary Parrish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the Real with the ideal never goes unpunished."(Goethe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the expression of simplicity in emotion, the unattainable longing that comes so unexpectedly, with great subtlety and bliss."(Luen Dao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is impossible to love, and to be wise"(Francis Bacon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are what you love, not what loves you"(Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kindness in words creates confidence.Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.Kindness in giving creates love."(Lao Tzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies."(John Donne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved."(Sigmund Freud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is always some madness in love.But there is also always some reason in madness"(Nietzsche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a relationship is to evolve, it must go through a series of endings."(Lisa Moriyama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."(Iris Murdoch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, The key that unlocks the bars of impossibility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-1395256558342152284?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1395256558342152284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=1395256558342152284' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1395256558342152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/1395256558342152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-not-blind-it-simply-enables-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-8151468018834264137</id><published>2008-02-10T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:48:09.962+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world"(Rev Ed Hird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence"(Goncourt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love demands all, and has a right to all"(Beethoven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love is not measured in hugs and kisses, but in struggles and fears, and those who can work though those...they possess true love"(Adam Murphy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams"(Ralph Waldo Emerson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death"(Thomas Mann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is Love; if it feels like love, then no doubt it is love. Simple."(Luke O'Donnell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love"(Leo Tolstoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will be a moment when you're eyes meet and everything in the world is simple again."(Michael Edwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile."(Lynda Barry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are each of us angels with only one wing. And we can only fly while embracing each other."(Lucian de Croszonza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have it, you don't need to have anything else. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have."(Sir James M. Barrie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."(Kahlil Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person"(W. Somerset Maugham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell is the suffering of being unable to love"(Dostoyevsky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing"(Pascal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love's very pain is sweet"(Percy Bysshe Shelley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love."(Mother Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They do not love that do not show their love."(William Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other"(C. G. Jung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love"(Gerald Massey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, like a river, will cut a new path Whenever it meets an obstacle."(Crystal Middlemas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving."(Mother Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go"(Herman Hesse)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-8151468018834264137?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8151468018834264137/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=8151468018834264137' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8151468018834264137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/8151468018834264137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/inside-heart-of-each-and-every-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-9141541486197074533</id><published>2008-02-06T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:15:58.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Persoanele care avanseaza in viata sunt acelea care cauta circumstantele pe care le vor si daca nu le gasesc le creeaza"(George Bernard Shaw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oricine renunta sa invete este batran, chiar daca are 20 sau 80 de ani. Oricine continua sa invete ramane tanar. Cel mai important lucru in viata este sa-ti pastrezi propria minte tanara"(Henry Ford)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cei care gresesc se impart in doua categorii: Aceia care au actionat fara sa gandeasca si cei care au gandit fara sa actioneze"(John Charles Salak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exista doar 3 culori, 10 cifre si 7 note; ceea ce facem cu ele este important"(Rith Ross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faceti ceea ce puteti, cu ceea ce aveti, acolo unde sunteti"(Theodore Roosevelt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu spune lumii ceea ce stii sa faci, fa-o si gata"(Riccardo Oda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cind "as vrea" devine "vreau", cind "ar trebui" devine "trebuie", cind "mai intii si mai apoi" devin "acum", atunci si doar atunci dorintele incep sa se transforme in realitate"(Roberto Re)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exista doua lucruri care nu se mai intorc niciodata inapoi: o sageata aruncata si o ocazie pierduta"(Jim Rohn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exista un singur tip de succes: acela de a face din propria viata ceea ce vrei"(Henry D. Thoreau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Past is EXperience,Present is EXperiment.Future is EXpectation.Use your EXperience in your EXperiment to achieve your EXpectations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-9141541486197074533?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9141541486197074533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=9141541486197074533' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/9141541486197074533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/9141541486197074533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/persoanele-care-avanseaza-in-viata-sunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2108507918341001373</id><published>2008-01-30T20:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:14:09.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nu uita niciodata ca pielea se increteste, parul incarunteste, iar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zilele se aduna in ani... Dar ce e mai important se conserva; forta si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determinarea ta nu au varsta. Spiritul tau e cel care indeparteaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panzele de paianjen. Dincolo de orice punct de sosire e unul de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plecare. Dincolo de orice reusita e o alta incercare. Cat timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traiesti, simte-te vie. Daca ti-e dor de ce faceai, fa-o din nou. Nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te pierde printre fotografii ingalbenite de timp ... Mergi mai departe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atunci cand toti se asteapta sa renunti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu lasa sa se toceasca taria pe care o ai in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fa astfel ca in loc de mila, sa impui respect. Cand nu mai poti sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alergi, ia-o la trap. Cand nu poti nici asta, ia-o la pas. Cand nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poti sa mergi, ia bastonul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insa nu te opri niciodata."&lt;/span&gt;(Madre Teresa de Calcutta)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2108507918341001373?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2108507918341001373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2108507918341001373' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2108507918341001373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2108507918341001373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/nu-uita-niciodata-ca-pielea-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4610216710333865966</id><published>2008-01-30T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:01:46.892+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;"Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or to lose."(Lyndon B. Johnson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;"Love conquers all, and let us submit to love"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;" &gt;Virgil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;"To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness"(Dr. Robert Muller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;"You have achieved success if you have lived well, laughed often and loved much."(Anonymus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience."(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;M. Scott Peck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;If a man takes no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand."(Confucius)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom, no clock can measure"(William Blake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be"(Peal S. Buck)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4610216710333865966?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4610216710333865966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4610216710333865966' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4610216710333865966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4610216710333865966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-is-not-ours-to-recover-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-2623225730607581411</id><published>2008-01-25T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:10:31.709+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de prin carti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrate hope severer than despair"&lt;br /&gt;("Absenta e-n amor mai rea ca moartea, speranta-n van - mai rea ca deznadejdea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall despair. There is no creature loves me. and if I die, no soul will pity me. Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself find in myself no pity to myself?"&lt;br /&gt;("Pieri-voi, caci nu ma iubeste nimeni, si daca mor, nu ma va plange nimeni. Si de ce ar plange, daca nici chiar eu, in mine, pentru mine, n-aflu mila?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is strange - but true for truth is always strange, stranger than fiction"&lt;br /&gt;("E ciudat, dar adevarat - caci adevarul este intotdeauna ciudat, mai ciudat decat fictiunea")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sit beside my lonley fire,/And pray for wisdom yet/For calmness to remember/Or courage to forget."&lt;br /&gt;("La gura sobei mele, minte/Mai cer in ruga mea/Calm,spre-a-mi aduce-aminte,/Curaj spre a uita")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fortune knows we scorn her most/When most she offers blows"&lt;br /&gt;("Destinul stie ca-l dispretuim cel mai mult/Atunci cand da cele mai multe lovituri")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            (Hanny Alders - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amurgul templierilor&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-2623225730607581411?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2623225730607581411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=2623225730607581411' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2623225730607581411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/2623225730607581411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/absence-from-whom-we-love-is-worse-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-3825002341373308418</id><published>2008-01-25T18:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:50:37.085+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just...a part of me...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R5oPrRxPx7I/AAAAAAAAABg/PNmFalwbyyk/s1600-h/pics+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R5oPrRxPx7I/AAAAAAAAABg/PNmFalwbyyk/s320/pics+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159453559285073842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R5oPIxxPx5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kljzmtu-vx4/s1600-h/pics+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R5oPIxxPx5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kljzmtu-vx4/s320/pics+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159452966579586962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Am citit de curand ca "tunetul si fulgerul sunt mania cereasca a Domnului si ca picaturile de ploaie sunt lacrimile ingerilor, care plang din pricina ticalosiei oamenilor" (Hanny Alders - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amurgul templierilor&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-3825002341373308418?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3825002341373308418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=3825002341373308418' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3825002341373308418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/3825002341373308418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-citit-de-curand-ca-tunetul-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQJsudmxfcI/R5oPrRxPx7I/AAAAAAAAABg/PNmFalwbyyk/s72-c/pics+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-4963845167696869556</id><published>2008-01-25T18:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:30:36.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regia: Adrian Lyne&lt;br /&gt;In rolurile principale: Diane Lane, Richard Gere, Olivier Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Sumner este o femeie frumoasa care doar trebuie sa fie acolo pentru a fi adorata. Sotul ei, Ed, un influent om de afaceri, si fiul lor, Charlie alcatuiesc universul idilic in care aceasta isi stilizeaza zilnic piedestalul de femeie model, incercand sa nu priveasca in abisul care o inconjoara la acea inaltime. Accidental ea il intalneste pe tanarul francez Paul Martel, colectionar de carti, care o seduce cu spiritul sau boem si cu inocenta perversa a aventurierului stapan pe unica arma capabila sa invinga ratiunea – sexul. Pasiunea pe care Connie o va simti in bratele acestui tanar fermecator o va alunga din propria constiinta, invaluind-o in reveria eterico-vascoasa a pacatului. Atractie magnetica, abisala cadere in visare si in placere, sustrageri de la firescul indatoririlor de sotie-mama, euforie sfasiata de accese de panica, remuscare si ingrijorare, toate aceste reactii si efecte pe care viata i le fura lui Connie o vor apropia de fiecare data cu inca un pas de dezastrul inevitabil pe care il simte in ea si pe care il aude de la unele dintre prietenele ei ("Having an affair is nothing like taking a pottery class. It would start out like that, and then, something would happen. Someone finds out or someone falls in love and it ends disastrously. It always ends disastrously").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvKKuiwkKrc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvKKuiwkKrc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-4963845167696869556?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4963845167696869556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=4963845167696869556' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4963845167696869556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/4963845167696869556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfaithful-regia-adrian-lyne-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-858509798575020802</id><published>2008-01-25T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:29:59.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pursuit of happynes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regia: Gabriele Mucciono&lt;br /&gt;In rolul principal: Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Gardner e un barbat casatorit si are un fiu de 5 ani. Traieste intr-un cartier marginas, si incearca sa-si intretina familia fiind agent de vanzari. Dupa cum era de asteptat, banii nu ajung nicodata, sotia lui trebuie sa isi mai ia o tura in plus la serviciu, si pentru ca e intotdeauna nemultumita de nerealizarile sotului ei, decide sa il paraseasca.Chris ramane cu fiul lui si dupa putin timp sunt dati afara din apartamentul in care stateau pentru ca nu platisera chiria. Chris e un om al idealurilor, care incearca sa tinteasca sus, care are ambitie, dar care pana acum nu a avut destul noroc. Incearca din toate puterile sa intre la o bursa de valori, pentru ca incepe sa creada cu ardoare ca asta i s-ar potrivi cu adevarat. Din pacate, nu are niciun fel de studii superioare si totul pare sa fie doar un ideal de neindeplinit.Totusi, intamplator ajunge sa faca un curs de formare la acea bursa de valori. Din pacate, cursul nu e platit si nici nu ii se asigura faptul ca dupa terminarea lui va fi angajat. Dar totusi Chris accepta sa mearga 6 luni la curs zi de zi, in speranta ca va reusi sa se faca remarcat. Chris si fiul lui trec in cele 6 luni prin cele mai mari umiliri. Ajung si sa doarma in adaposturi pentru oamenii strazi sau in statii de metrou. Totusi, Chris invata in cele 6 luni cu ambitie si incearca sa faca tot posibilul ca fiul sau sa nu sufere. In ciuda tuturor problemelor, el ramane un tata devotat si iubitor.Chris ajunge si la finalul cursului si, prin perseverenta de care a dat dovada reuseste sa primeasca o slujba la bursa de valori. Totul se schimba de aici. Problemele financiare vor disparea, Chris va avea siguranta zilei de maine, pentru el si pentru fiul sau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xcZTtlGweQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xcZTtlGweQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-858509798575020802?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/858509798575020802/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=858509798575020802' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/858509798575020802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/858509798575020802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/pursuit-of-happynes-regia-gabriele.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621612813737761909.post-5421501822220261267</id><published>2008-01-25T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:33:18.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomandari...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regia: Nick Cassavetes&lt;br /&gt;In rolurile principale: Rachel McAdams, Ryan Gosling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ideea pe care se bazeaza "The Notebook" este cea ca in spatele unei iubiri sta o minunata poveste!Filmul debuteaza avand in prim plan doi batrani, aflati intr-un azil. El, tipul de om in varsta pe care orice copil si l-ar dori ca bunic ii citeste ei, femeie puternica rapusa insa de o boala incurabila, dementa, dintr-un jurnal. Pe filele caietului respectiv sta scrisa o extraordinara poveste de dragoste. Pe parcursul filmului se vor intercala filele din prezent cu cele din trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Allie si Noah se cunosc la un festival, unde el face un gest necugetat pentru ca domnisoara sa accepte o intalnire. In cele din urma, Allie cedeaza si Noah, cu ajutorul prietenilor lui, se apropie de ea, ii descopera o parte din filosofia lui de viata si ajung sa se indragosteasca nebuneste unul de celalalt. Datorita diferentelor de statut social, parintii lui Allie intervin si o despart de iubirea vietii ei. Fata pleaca la colegiu, iar el, timp de 1 an, ii scrie in fiecare zi insa mama fetei are grija ca nici o scrisoare sa nu ajunga la ea. Noah se decide sa isi vada de viata lui si se inroleaza in aramata. Allie, la randul ei ajunge ca asisenta voluntara pe campul de lupta, unde cunoaste un soldat cu care mai tarziu avea sa se logodeasca. De-aici incolo firele naratiunii in imagini incep sa se impleteasca in cea mai romantica tesatura cu putinta.&lt;br /&gt;Pe la jumatate fimului aflam ca cei doi din trecut sunt chiar batranii de care va povesteam la inceput. Noah incearca din rasputeri sa o faca sa isi aduca aminte, macar pentru 5 minute, cine este el de fapt, citindu-i povestea. (Si intr-adevar, exercitiul dadea roade de cele mai multe ori, insa dupa cateva minute de luciditate, batrana revenea la boala ei, provocandu-i o mare durere llui Noah) Filmul are un final demn de intreaga actiune - cei doi batrani mor in somn, imbratisati, in patul lui Allie, dar nu inainte ca ea, pentru o ultima oara, sa revina la realitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3G3fILPQAU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3G3fILPQAU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621612813737761909-5421501822220261267?l=just-aangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5421501822220261267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621612813737761909&amp;postID=5421501822220261267' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5421501822220261267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621612813737761909/posts/default/5421501822220261267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-aangel.blogspot.com/2008/01/notebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Aangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08198704443305708640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYtdspIS3Q/TdqHrAdRvLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QChJFEarUoc/s220/Picture%2B127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
