Friday 28 January 2011
Introspectie
Tu niciodata n-ai stiut
Si nici nu vei mai sti
Ca te-am iubit de la inceput,
Ca te-am iubit prea mult...
Te simt prin preajma,
Dar nu esti...
Te caut neincetat .
As vrea sa poti sa ma gasesti
Oare m-ai cautat?
Adorm privind in zare
Astept sa te zaresc
Nu pot gandi cum oare...
Cum pot sa te gasesc?!
Esti tot ce-am vrut –
Ce-am vrut sa fii
Iubirea mea, de la-nceput
Mereu as vrea sa fii..
Si zi de zi astept sa vii
Te chem neincetat,
Imi plange inima
Tu stii - ca ea nu te-a uitat?
Iubirea
Saturday 15 January 2011
"A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind."
— Albert Einstein
Monday 10 January 2011
“I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.”
Friday 7 January 2011
Vara
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