<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373</id><updated>2009-10-14T07:07:58.601+03:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-7767234440501435661</id><published>2008-08-08T09:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:42:36.415+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un singur cuvant: Eminescu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noaptea...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Noaptea potolit şi vânăt arde focul în cămin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dintr-un colţ pe-o sofă roşă eu în faţa lui privesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pân' ce mintea îmi adoarme, pân' ce genele-mi clipesc;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lumânarea-i stinsă-n casă... somnu-i cald, molatic, lin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Atunci tu prin întuneric te apropii surâzândă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Albă ca zăpada iernei, dulce ca o zi de vară;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pe genunchi îmi şezi, iubito, braţele-ţi îmi înconjoară&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gâtul... iar tu cu iubire priveşti faţa mea pălindă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cu-ale tale braţe albe, moi, rotunde, parfumate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu grumazul mi-l înlănţui, pe-al meu piept capul ţi-l culci;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ş-apoi ca din vis trezită, cu mâinuţe albe, dulci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De pe fruntea mea cea tristă tu dai viţele-ntr-o parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Netezeşti încet şi leneş fruntea mea cea liniştită&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Şi gândind că dorm, şireato, apeşi gura ta de foc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pe-ai mei ochi închişi ca somnul şi pe frunte-mi în mijloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Şi surâzi, cum râde visul într-o inimă-ndrăgită.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O! desmiardă, pân' ce fruntea-mi este netedă şi lină,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O! desmiardă, pân-eşti jună ca lumina cea din soare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pân-eşti clară ca o rouă, pân-eşti dulce ca o floare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pân' nu-i faţa mea zbârcită, pân' nu-i inima bătrână.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-7767234440501435661?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/7767234440501435661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/7767234440501435661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-singur-cuvant-eminescu.html' title='Un singur cuvant: Eminescu'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-5048930246468281939</id><published>2008-08-07T09:19:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:39:31.402+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara poezie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Astazi inspiratia ma ocoleste. Mintea mea nu mai e izvor de versuri, nu se mai leaga rimele. Astazi nimic nu ma mai impresioneaza, ca sa ma faca sa devin poeta. Nimic nu are farmec. Gasesc un vinovat: orasul e de vina, oamenii din el, care nu mai stiu sa gaseasca placerea intr-o poezie! Ce-ar fi viata fara poezie? Ce-ar fi viata fara Eminescu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnyCdq1_pI/SJqYfjH71EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/C-JG30XoubY/s1600-h/eminescu_semnatura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231661584916141122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnyCdq1_pI/SJqYfjH71EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/C-JG30XoubY/s320/eminescu_semnatura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-5048930246468281939?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/5048930246468281939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/5048930246468281939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/08/fara-poezie.html' title='Fara poezie'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnyCdq1_pI/SJqYfjH71EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/C-JG30XoubY/s72-c/eminescu_semnatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-465836894669453351</id><published>2008-08-06T09:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:34:12.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu gandul departe de orasul fiert de soare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marea plange, marea canta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marea tuna, dar te-asculta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marea casca, te inghite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te rapeste, dar promite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa aline dor, suspine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa te-ntampine ondine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-465836894669453351?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/465836894669453351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/465836894669453351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/08/cu-gandul-departe-de-orasul-fiert-de.html' title='Cu gandul departe de orasul fiert de soare...'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-1020448012713105654</id><published>2008-08-05T09:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:56:52.289+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou poezie! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speranta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speram sa pot, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iubirea mea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa schimb ceva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In viata ta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speram sa poti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa schimbi ceva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iubirea mea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In viata mea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gandesc ca eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te-astept prea mult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si mor incet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demult... demult...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si te ascult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cum vrei ca eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa fiu a ta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mereu... mereu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar cred din nou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ca n-are rost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa spun un vers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anost... anost...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Privesc pe geam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cum ploua-ncet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si picuri cad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In jos discret &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-1020448012713105654?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/1020448012713105654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/1020448012713105654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/08/din-nou-poezie.html' title='Din nou poezie! :)'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-8375235659982035045</id><published>2008-08-04T10:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:30:41.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poezie gri</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zi de ploaie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Norii gri apasa cerul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vor sa-si cearna-ncarcatura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oamenii greoi alearga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sterg cu totii-ncet bordura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-8375235659982035045?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/8375235659982035045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/8375235659982035045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/08/poezie-gri.html' title='Poezie gri'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-7356879914509727353</id><published>2008-07-31T12:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:15:56.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand m-a lovit inspiratia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roze de martie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce de roze sclipesc in abisul tau dulce!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma cheama la ele sa le pot mangaia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa ma bucur de ele, si cu ele de tine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt prea vii pentru mine, nu le pot sfasaia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au spini ce ma-nteapa cand m-apropii de ele!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cu sangele cald ce imi curge din maini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu le-acopar pe ele, si cu ele pe tine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si-mpreun-o sa fim prada buna de caini!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se apropie haita mirosind carne vie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ne arata toti coltii vrand sa muste din noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si le musca pe ele, si cu ele pe tine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si cadem impreuna-n abisul tau gol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-7356879914509727353?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/7356879914509727353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/7356879914509727353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/07/cand-m-lovit-inspiratia.html' title='Cand m-a lovit inspiratia'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-1144645400942194359</id><published>2008-07-30T12:34:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:47:00.295+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupa o lunga perioada de pauza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 2006 am postat primul si singurul articol de pe blogul meu. Intre timp, blogul a devenit ceva foarte la moda. Toata lumea are: politicieni, fotomodele, artisti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ce foloseste de fapt blogul? In acceptiunea mea, este un jurnal... public. Expui sentimente proprii, idei... dar dai ocazia si altora sa-si expuna ideile, in corelatie cu ale tale. La ce foloseste asta? Eu inca nu am aflat, dar sper sa aflu prin comentariile ce vor urma! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viata buna tuturor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-1144645400942194359?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/1144645400942194359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/1144645400942194359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2008/07/dupa-o-lunga-perioada-de-pauza.html' title='Dupa o lunga perioada de pauza...'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10216373.post-4044177524467078714</id><published>2006-10-11T10:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:46:28.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fiecare om poseda un anumit orizont. Cand se ingusteaza si devine infinit de mic, el se transforma in punct si atunci omul zice: Acesta este punctul meu de vedere" (David Hilbet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daca femeile nu ar exista, toti banii din lume nu ar mai avea nici un rost." (Aristotle Onassis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cu cat gandesc mai mult, cu atat ma intreb daca-mi foloseste la ceva." (Platon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Experienta este numele pe care il dau toti greselilor pe care le fac." (Oscar Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incearca sa nu fii un succes, ci sa fii o valoare." (Albert Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orice prost poate sti. Scopul este sa intelegi." (Albert Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cand m-am nascut am fost atat de surprinsa, incat nu am vorbit un an si&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;jumatate." (Gracie Allen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pune mana pe o soba fierbinte un minut si ti se va parea o ora. Stai cu o fata frumoasa o ora si ti se va parea un minut. Asta e relativitatea." (Albert Einstein)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10216373-4044177524467078714?l=leoaica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/4044177524467078714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10216373/posts/default/4044177524467078714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leoaica.blogspot.com/2006/10/idei.html' title='Idei...'/><author><name>Leoaica tanara, iubirea...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376077695993201986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08840617580934519639'/></author></entry></feed>