tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132383342009-07-09T12:57:18.650+03:00nnovaleeogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.comBlogger684125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-64587673944158106472009-07-07T19:17:00.004+03:002009-07-07T20:18:37.336+03:00Valsul orb<em><span style="font-family:arial;">A vrut sa asculte marea odata cu ea, sa-i mangaie auzul si poate si inima. Dar intr-o ureche :D simtea caldura atingerii, iar intr-alta-i scartaia timpanul.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Asa ca a inchis ..... ochii si-a ascultat-o cu ambele urechi, a lasat-o sa-si continue bataile ritmice si fine pe pielea zbarlita de senzatiile molatice ale adierii nordului. A lasat-o sa o invaluie in ceata, i-a incalzit picioarele si a visat cu ochii deschisi si plini de laptele gros de miere, gros de bruma mistului de maree ......</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">.........</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">to be continued</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-6458767394415810647?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-13181798623438589262009-07-01T17:40:00.001+03:002009-07-01T17:42:14.655+03:00Of, of, mai, mai ....<em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Mi-e un dor foarte usor,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Desi n-am botina din cea mai fina ....</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Si nici timp, peste timp .....</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Revin, stei tun :D</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1318179862343858926?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-43550965499764093352009-06-23T21:59:00.003+03:002009-06-23T23:55:40.671+03:00Nu sunt<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/kristyk7/94af94242aa188.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/kristyk7/94af94242aa188.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Bosquito - Vultur Hoinar</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><br /><br />De multe ori am crezut ca-s printre randuri, sau printre versuri .....<br />Am crezut ca-s printre pareri de rau si-aduceri aminte ......<br />Am crezut ca-s printre prezent, trecut si viitor ......<br />Am crezut ca sunt .......<br />....................................................................................................................<br />Acum nu mai cred!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3654192575/" title="the-last-breath-of-air-049 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3654192575_b14bc34f01_o.jpg" width="800" height="532" alt="the-last-breath-of-air-049" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-4355096549976409335?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-20859954428420496042009-06-21T22:43:00.003+03:002009-06-23T09:34:42.330+03:00Dale albe<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnsymPdI0co&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnsymPdI0co&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Urmarind un film cu Madonna, m-a izbit o revelatie, de multa, foarte multa vreme nu mai stiu ce inseamna iubire. Nici cu dus, nici cu intors.<br />Cei ce n-au trecut prin asa ceva, nu pot sa inteleaga. E un sentiment straniu, ca iti este interzis!<br />Si chiar uiti!!!!!!!<br />Nici nu mai tanjesti pentru ca nu stii dupa ce!<br />Ma uitam ca dobitoaca pe ecran si-mi parea groaznic de ciudat, pana m-a lovit!<br />Lucruri firesti, normale, iti devin straine. Nu mai stii decat sa faci sex, mecanic, daca-l faci si p-ala sau tot felul de alte aiureli, abureli, fara niciun fel de consistenta, ca sa-ti treaca timpul, din ce in ce mai scurt!<br />Sau iti pui o broboada-n cap, neagra de preferinta si incepi sa bati bisericile cu piciorul.<br />Sau te-apuci de cariera ..... una de piatra ar fi perfecta, ti-ar ocupa tot timpul!<br />Faci tot felul de alte lucruri, care cica inseamna ca traiesti si esti fericit, implinit, iar seara cand ajungi acasa, te-asteapta peretii, goi, dar de ultimul racnet, venit din ecoul de cariera!<br />Sau si mai tare, este cineva in casa, dar ori te uiti prin el, ori esti perfect constienta de prezenta pentru ca iti taca-tacaneste in permanenta in ureche<br />.............................................................................................................................................................<br />Ha, ha, ha!!!! Si cand te gandesti ca sunt pe drumul cel bun, facut din dale de piatra, albe, stravezii.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3648613464/" title="mai,-mai-062 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/3648613464_e0e8942569_o.jpg" alt="mai,-mai-062" width="900" height="592" /></a><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-2085995442842049604?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-541075366077188912009-06-21T17:27:00.004+03:002009-06-21T22:07:30.619+03:00Iubirea de mine ...... de daiamonds :D<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPGO1KLvnYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPGO1KLvnYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Am iubit .....<br /><br /></span></span>"Am iubit de când mă ştiu<br />Cerul verii, străveziu,<br />Despletitele răchite,<br />Curcubeiele pe stânci<br />Ori pădurile adânci<br />Sub ger alb încremenite.<br />Mi-a fost drag pe bărăgane<br />Să văd fetele morgane<br />Ori pe crestele din munte<br />Joc de trăsnete rotunde,<br />Scurgerea cocorilor,<br />Pacea înălţimilor,<br />Semeţia pinilor<br />Plini de scama norilor.<br /><br />Am iubit iubirea pură,<br />Floare roşie pe gură<br />Şi în inimă arsură,<br />În priviri zăpezi candide<br />Şi-n piept voci necontenite.<br /><br />M-a înfiorat ades<br />Tot ce gândurile ţes:<br />Pe al filelor polei<br />Dansuri repezi, legănate,<br />De pe arcuri înstrunate,<br />Săgetarea de idei ...<br /><br />Toată-această măreţie<br />Ne-a fost dată din vecie ... "<br /><br />N Labis<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3646415857/" title="0002051Ngj4 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/3646415857_b7e667310a_o.jpg" alt="0002051Ngj4" width="328" height="600" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-54107536607718891?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-66307906582813452009-06-19T00:01:00.006+03:002009-06-20T00:55:03.149+03:00Am ucis zambind<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wto5xfhGL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wto5xfhGL8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"Oare de ce atat de multa ura?<br />Sau indiferenta?" se intreba micutza! ....... si-apoi singura isi raspundea'ntr-un eco-co-co-cou pierdut:<br />"Recunosc, sunt vinovata! Am ucis, am ucis cu varfurile degetelor, am ucis cu picaturi de apa de mare sorbite de pe buze fierbinti, rostogolite dintre genele lungi, negre si grele de ele, am ucis cu tumultul gandurilor invalmasite, rupte, neterminate"<br />;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;<br />"Aici, aici, pe pieptul osos, in stanga, sus, astept pedeapsa capitala"<br />Inchise ochii si-n timp ce bobitzele de diamant lunecau usor pe obrazul pamantiu, zambi .....<br />Iar chibriturile se imprastiara pe jos.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3639006685/" title="the-last-breath-of-air-031 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3639006685_e71f2c522a_o.jpg" alt="the-last-breath-of-air-031" width="900" height="589" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-6630790658281345?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-79178140612640673502009-06-16T01:03:00.003+03:002009-06-16T01:14:14.162+03:00Pfuffff!!!<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oare?! Cine suntem? Daca mai suntem!<br />Daca nu ne-am transformat in fum ...... si scrum!<br />Strans in pumn!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3629789349/" title="tr-sc-tz by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3629789349_0a256e345f_o.jpg" width="900" height="1013" alt="tr-sc-tz" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-7917814061264067350?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-50843219236975481452009-06-15T23:51:00.004+03:002009-06-16T11:42:26.750+03:00Soldatelu' rahatzelu'<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxjnTjfk14Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxjnTjfk14Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Un soldatel, in forma de rahat, din plastic, pe o masa ..... de cristal. A fost impins cu avant pana a cazut ..... la datorie! Desi el s-a luptat saracul :(<br />Dar nu-i nimic!<br />Acum pe masa de cristal troneaza altii ..... verzi, niciodata sa nu-i crezi ca doar is de-ai armatei!<br />........................................................................................................................................................................<br />Si ca toate chestiile verzi, iti las-un gust de fier(e)<br /><br />Doamneeee, rau e sa fii prost!<br />Si mai rau decat prost, e sa te tot lasi prostit ..... pana-ti curge-n loc de sange!<br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/BooG/cee1ecc0ec04d7.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/BooG/cee1ecc0ec04d7.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Bitza - Sinuciderea Unui Inger</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3629867437/" title="the-last-breath-of-air-100 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3629867437_00d55d79e1_o.jpg" alt="the-last-breath-of-air-100" width="500" height="752" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-5084321923697548145?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-66891278522084504682009-06-14T01:58:00.003+03:002009-06-14T02:10:14.323+03:00Ghetzishoare pi creieri(u)shoare<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sergiumusic/a6d52ea00c8968.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sergiumusic/a6d52ea00c8968.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>2 Unlimited - Tribal Dance</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><br /><br />Ha, haaaaa!!!!!<br />Am luat o nirvana cu kko si migdale ...... sau alune?! dracu' mai stie, c-o mancai pi tata!<br />Si era d-aia mareeeeeeee! ...... imi tzashnesc lacrimile ......<br />Ok, cine vrea sa-i cant? Da, la ora asta!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3623587430/" title="tzur by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3623587430_8f93caffd5_o.jpg" width="1000" height="901" alt="tzur" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-6689127852208450468?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-43520253949132669922009-06-13T16:48:00.004+03:002009-06-13T18:15:57.543+03:00Timpuri<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_viqcJPSyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_viqcJPSyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Aaaaaaa, au inflorit teii si ma inebunesc cu mirosul lor. Intr-o secunda dispar din lumea asta si-mi trec prin fatza ochilor altele.<br />Si mi se face dor, unul nebun ..... de alte timpuri si-alte anotimpuri. Toate trecute!<br />De alte neculori!<br /><br />Ce bine e sa fii catzel! Esti mangaiat tot timpul. Timpul prezent!<br />Pana-ti iei un shut in cur!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3622432286/" title="com.-011 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3622432286_2097aeb393_o.jpg" width="900" height="598" alt="com.-011" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-4352025394913266992?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-81228054909200153062009-06-12T22:05:00.006+03:002009-06-13T11:24:28.824+03:00Saruta-ti-as ochii copila ....... de noapte buna!<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb9dcv1xDiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb9dcv1xDiY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Un sarut pe umarul gol ....<br />...................................................................................<br />Cu ochii deschisi ...... pierduti ...... in neant ......<br />................................................................................<br />Si c-un zambet shagalnic cu aroma de cirese ...... amare<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3619879441/" title="arh-061 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3619879441_c7f88a89a9_o.jpg" alt="arh-061" width="600" height="902" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-8122805490920015306?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-51624842790677293392009-06-08T15:05:00.005+03:002009-06-08T23:08:14.157+03:00Io-oole<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/gigiman/107cc813b0abca.swf?color=@@COLOR@@"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/gigiman/107cc813b0abca.swf?color=@@COLOR@@" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>gaina electrocutata</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica &raquo;</a><br /><br /><br />Coada la oo!!!!! ..... altele decat renumitele!!!!<br />Oua proaspete, foarte proaspete, direct din curul gainii!<br />Si iote cum ne asezaram noi la coada. Cu ochii la curul gainii! Daaaa' nu era asa ca la orice coada!<br />Fiecare ou era insemnat, insemnat cu numele persoanei. Ou de aur cu inscris din pietricele semipretioase.<br />Trebuia sa fim pe faza, cu ochii-n paishpe si cu inimioara cat un purice! ..... Si-a inceput gaina sa cotcodaceasca, uauuuu, i-au iesit ochii din cap si curul in afara ..... acu' il face!<br />Oare cine-o fi? Io? Banu, io! Io, io!<br /><br />Si uite asa stateau si se intrebau cine va fi norocoasa persoana!<br />Sau, nu!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3608585828/" title="iasii-016 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3608585828_186f968bdc_o.jpg" width="900" height="886" alt="iasii-016" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-5162484279067729339?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-14697759310623467362009-06-07T11:32:00.003+03:002009-06-07T17:05:23.653+03:00Minimi<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/folkforever/d38e8cb4224833.swf?color=@@COLOR@@"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/folkforever/d38e8cb4224833.swf?color=@@COLOR@@" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Dinu Olarasu- Suna-ma Noaptea</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica &raquo;</a><br /><br />Nush ce draq am, de rad ca proasta! Stiu, stiu, hoooo, stiu ca deja eram, daaaaaa', vad ceva la tivu la care ar trebui sa zambesc doar si ma cac pe mine de ras! Da' ras d-ala cu icnete, din toti rarunchii!<br />Doamneee, ci ghinii ie!<br /><br />Tomai primii un telefon de scos din casa, ascultai, refuzai, inchisai ...... si facui clabuci la gura, mai sa ma inec, de icnete de ras!!!!!!<br />DupE ce ieri, primii complEmente ...... la cum aratam in pijama ...... adevarul e ca eram subtire de vara, mini dark vader scria pi mini. Si iar am behait de s-a auzit pan'la parter<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3602940005/" title="aba-ece-065 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3561/3602940005_0d71ac734c_o.jpg" width="900" height="598" alt="aba-ece-065" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1469775931062346736?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-12511542301430309422009-06-06T18:33:00.006+03:002009-06-07T15:37:26.927+03:00Jocuri aritmice<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Cabernet/fdece1ad0f56fa.swf?color=@@COLOR@@"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Cabernet/fdece1ad0f56fa.swf?color=@@COLOR@@" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Maksim-Cubana Cubana</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »</a><br /><br />Sta si asculta, sta si priveste, sta si cauta ...... lucruri ce n-au nici cea mai mica legatura cu ea!<br />Oare de ce? De ce se mai chinuie ...... sa bata?!<br />Cin'sa bata? Ce sa bata?<br />O pendula ...... doo shpe noaptea ...... batai pe clape de pian, la cap ...... dong - dang - ding<br /><br />Intr-un pahar luceste o licoare ...... care-i se strecoara ca un sharpe pe gatlej.<br />Tocuri inalte BAT ritmuri ...... priveste ametzita si amutzita ritmurile nebune. S-ar urca acolo, sa bata si ea ...... sa-si priveasca reflexia-n marmura neagra de cleshtar, in timp ce dintii-i se incleshteaza.<br /><br />Si licoarea stralucitoare curge in pahare ...... si se scurge mai departe ...... intr-un tarziu, direct si erect, fara intermediar.<br />Totul ii joaca inaintea ochilor, totul ii joaca in minte. Starea de beatitudine! O uitase!<br />Uitase cat de bine e ..... sa uite! Sa se cufunde in nimic ......<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3602649913/" title="iasii-333 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3602649913_1b3dc3e525_o.jpg" alt="iasii-333" width="900" height="598" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1251154230143030942?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-74839819910567502462009-06-03T17:19:00.002+03:002009-06-03T17:21:58.211+03:00Fluturi si papadii<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3591720143/" title="plo by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3591720143_e03a4f5dd7_o.jpg" width="900" height="598" alt="plo" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-7483981991056750246?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-21370190124138774682009-06-01T20:17:00.003+03:002009-06-01T22:55:54.666+03:00Dus(a) cu pluta<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Imi vine sa vomit, ochii-mi sunt in chiloti, adica am chiloti cu ochi, adica n-am chiloti, ca-i dadui la hoti ...... am mana scrantita, da' nu-mi amintesc p-unde-o bagai; ma doare de-mi sar ochii, din chiloti-i care nu-i am, inapoi, si-apoi inainte, si-napoi, in doi.<br />Iote frate ca si ochii sunt in doi!!!! Sau unu-i la slanina si-altu-i la faina?!!!<br />Neuronul imi deraieshte, toata vara prindem feshte!<br />Cure nasul, fierbe fruncea, nu conteshte, ca Marlenutza munceste, ca sa prinda feshte, ca e vara ..... primara cu tzatza de la tzara ..... si mai e si fina, atat de fina, ca-i ca o felina, mica si batrana, surda de fudula ..... dar nu-i bai, ca tot ii nula<br />Nula, nula, dar fudula! :><br />De ureche ...... o poveste veche!<br /><br /></span></span>"Auraş, păcuraş,<br /> Scoate apa din urechi,<br /> Că ţi-oi da parale vechi;<br /> Şi ţi-oi spăla cofele<br /> Şi ţi-oi bate dobele!"<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3586785954/" title="the-last-breath-of-air-126 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3586785954_698b3e4fa0_o.jpg" width="900" height="598" alt="the-last-breath-of-air-126" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-2137019012413877468?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-65203453226897785102009-05-28T02:56:00.004+03:002009-05-28T14:21:15.574+03:00FuNdulite-n coada vacii<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="440" height="41"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=71334f8e4ad388&amp;userid=Madan&amp;src=hi5"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=71334f8e4ad388&amp;userid=Madan&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3571927644/" title="uk2-058 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3571927644_c1ea38c026_o.jpg" alt="uk2-058" width="500" height="736" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-6520345322689778510?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-18738836980907362412009-05-27T00:49:00.002+03:002009-05-27T01:48:31.035+03:00Rasfirat de primavara<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="440" height="41"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=a020b9cda83843&amp;userid=AnaB24&amp;src=hi5"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=a020b9cda83843&amp;userid=AnaB24&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"></embed></object><br /><br />Cum sa zici ca ti-e dor de vant?<br />Cum sa uiti sa plangi?<br />Furtuna de nisip efemer intr-un pahar cu apa plata calda si sarata.<br />Picaturi sorbite de pe gene, picaturi de viata, picaturi de dor care dor. Linii adanci intre sprancene, ochi pierduti in alb si tanguire pe note disperate de vioara.<br />Oftat si mangaiere. Atingere usoara, adiere, adiere de vant, cu buzele, cu varfurile degetelor, pe varfurile degetelor.<br />Cum sa zici ca ti-e dor de vant? Cum sa-l cuprinzi in brate? Cum sa-i simti inima batand?<br />Cum?<br />Cum sa te smulgi din vuiet?<br />Sa fie odata liniste! Sa ajungi acasa! <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3568435724/" title="opainana by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3568435724_039ab73a27_o.jpg" width="500" height="775" alt="opainana" /></a><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1873883698090736241?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-10176626265813813212009-05-25T19:18:00.003+03:002009-05-25T20:09:41.613+03:00Hemoroida<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUH2pspyKJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUH2pspyKJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Sau chis mi hani, hani, chis mi, vea, niarbai da hemo<br /><br />Ma intreb daca unora, de-atata durut in cur, nu le ies hemoroizi?<br />Exact. Unii se dau de ceasul mortii, iar altii exubereaza de fericire. Deci cei din urma sigur nu au hemoroizi. Sau au? Pai daca-s fericiti cum drac sa aiba?<br />Alo? Aloooo? Voi fericitilor?<br />Plecati-va ochii si asupra muritorilor de rand!<br />Vrem dureri in cur! Vrem hemoroizi!<br />Viva la hemoroida loca! la<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3563678004/" title="dualduel by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3563678004_89ac89b17b_o.jpg" width="500" height="703" alt="dualduel" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1017662626581381321?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-15331169351250427972009-05-25T17:39:00.002+03:002009-05-28T14:22:20.527+03:00Totaia de mai jos<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3563249490/" title="cismigiu-318 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3563249490_10ef466823_o.jpg" alt="cismigiu-318" width="800" height="532" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1533116935125042797?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-34357894025172251062009-05-24T20:23:00.003+03:002009-05-24T21:00:32.902+03:00Catifea alb-astra<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnhKPw2NXIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnhKPw2NXIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Nu-mi place lumea oamenilor. Trec prin ea, dar nu las urme, sunt ca o naluca. Nici n-as vrea, pentru ca nu-mi pasa! Ce caraghios, altii se dau peste cap s-o faca!<br />In schimb iubesc caii, pescarusii, lacurile.<br />Sunt obosita, rau.<br />As vrea sa-mi odihnesc capul pe gatul cald si alb al unui bidiviu. Sa-l scarpin intre urechi si sa-i mangai botul de catifea, catifea alb-astra. Sa-mi pun buzele sa simta moliciunea delicata!<br />Sa fim pe camp, seara pe racoare, sa-mi susure greierii si izvoarele-n urechi.<br /><br />Cat de departe este! Cat de neajuns!<br />Nu-mi plac oamenii.<br />Sunt un leu batran, ce-mi caut locul unde sa-mi hodinesc coama ...... pe coama unui cal, pe coama unui deal, pe malul pustiu al unei mari albastre nestiute sau undeva pe-un astru maiastru de culoare albastru.<br />Sunt atat de obosita!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3559450719/" title="uk1-302 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3559450719_05a52233fa_o.jpg" width="1000" height="522" alt="uk1-302" /></a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-3435789402517225106?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-32923462398716492532009-05-24T00:51:00.003+03:002009-05-24T01:37:38.732+03:00Fara importanta<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">O pieticica, doua pieticele ...... un om mare, un om mic,<br />O treaba importanta si oameni asisderea,<br />O lume aparte, in care lumea treburilor importante n-are nicio importanta .....<br />In care chiar nimic n-are importanta, decat in masura in care poti sa razi mai tare, sa te joci. Sa fii naiv.<br />"Io am doua pieticele! Na si tie una. Vlei sa fii plietenul meu? Ca plazitula nu-ti dau! "<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3557196017/" title="marti-036 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3321/3557196017_e959dc22a3_o.jpg" width="800" height="532" alt="marti-036" /></a><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-3292346239871649253?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-20981614854234225552009-05-19T15:44:00.006+03:002009-05-19T22:17:34.168+03:00La vache qui rit ...... riluaudid<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Un pisic mic miorlaie, afara. E neajutorat.<br />Si multi altii miorlaie 'nauntru, mari, dar la fel de neajutorati.<br />Ar trebui sa nu-mi pese'n mortii masii, dar asa m-a facut pe mine mama, VACA!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Urlet vertical</span><br /><br />"Picură şarada în ochii arlechinului trist,<br />El râde încovoiat şi râsul geme surpat pe buze,<br />Zâmbetul ustură învelit în crusta chinului de artist,<br />Pipăie cu mâini ludice frunzele din minţile obtuze.<br /><br />Geme tristeţea strivită de zaţul cafelei,<br />O beau avid de amar şi ea se zbate<br />Pe masa lăuntrică din spaţiul cafenelei<br />În care o emoţie beţivă cu un nebun agresiv se bate.<br /><br />Izbucneşte deodată un urlet vertical<br />Ce secţionează cerul tăcerii în punctul unui ideal,<br />Peluza verde a muţeniei aiurite este păscută de un cal,<br />În pieptul meu îşi înfige ghearele un dor muzical."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3545164869/" title="cudu-099 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3545164869_b421ae9d76_o.jpg" alt="cudu-099" width="500" height="775" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-2098161485423422555?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-18811922166616071862009-05-19T14:38:00.005+03:002009-05-19T22:33:28.406+03:00Piatra Seaca<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Desene umane pe foaie alba<br /><br /></span></span>"Pe foaia albă plânge un copil<br />Şi lacrima spală un elan pueril,<br />S-a lovit de ciotul unui cuvânt ascuţit<br />Şi-a făcut baston dintr-o literă ce taie ca un cuţit.<br /><br />Pe foaia albă râde un prost,<br />A învăţat prostia pe de rost,<br />I-am colorat gândirea vidă cu pastă de pix,<br />Îmi sare pe mână şi se uită la mine tâmp şi fix.<br /><br />Pe foaia neagră a nopţii o frunză se joacă,<br />Eu o tai în formă de sabie şi o vâr în teacă,<br />Frunza ţipă la mine şi o oblig să tacă,<br />Cu ea îmi acopăr ochii de piatră seacă.<br /><br />Pe foaia galbenă a zilei se bronzează lumina,<br />Din ochii ei se scurge miere şi în umbre stă ascunsă vina,<br />Eu decupez ziua şi fac din conturul ei un om,<br />Sunt eu cu rădăcini înfipte-n noapte, preschimbat în pom."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3545793466/" title="ceatza-197 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/3545793466_c4d2b62e9a_o.jpg" alt="ceatza-197" width="500" height="752" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1881192216661607186?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238334.post-13881661976635345482009-05-18T22:43:00.009+03:002009-05-19T22:37:39.077+03:00........ rithm<object width="440" height="41"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=75fa600fa3a53b&amp;userid=sorinkili&amp;src=hi5"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=75fa600fa3a53b&amp;userid=sorinkili&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Numai pentru rithm, fara cuvinte</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Din ce in ce mai greu</span></span> .......<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a href="http://anonimenea.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-ce-scriem.html">http://anonimenea.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-ce-scriem.html</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Si chiar ma gandeam cand o sa fie scos complet gunoiul din casa!<br />Na ca aflai! Ce trist!<br />Si ca sa nu mai fie asa de trist, sa-i dedicam o oda:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ODA</span><br /><br />Cand tu in cas' frumos stateai,<br />Stelele straluceau in bolta.<br />Acu' in vant balai zburai,<br />Oare chiar seaman cu o toanta?!<br /><br />Si atat ...... ca prea multa oda strica.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9400151@N04/3543731704/" title="buc-322 by ogarafgan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3543731704_e0d7f18079_o.jpg" alt="buc-322" width="900" height="598" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238334-1388166197663534548?l=nnovalee.blogspot.com'/></div>ogarafganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026214272334310791noreply@blogger.com0