<?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-8333902297803231053</id><updated>2011-09-14T09:17:28.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorana Darclee Mohamad</title><subtitle type='html'>“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” Buddha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-8554476460772841198</id><published>2011-02-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:38:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revin dupa o perioada lunga,chiar foarte lunga de scris. Am fost foarte prinsa cu proiectele mele si sincera sa fiu nici nu am vrut sa dau foarte multe detalii pana nu aveau sa fie toate gata. Asadar...sa o iau cu inceputul. Noua pagina de blog,este inca in constructie (nu m-am mai ocupat de ea).Promit ca o sa fie gata foarte repede si o sa va surprinda.&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc pentru mesajele pe care ati continuat sa le trimiteti,in ciuda faptului ca nu am mai postat nimic.Pentru cei care ma intrebau ce mai fac cu muzica,ei bine..am revenit. Alaturi de Yarabi (n.r. Cristi Tiu) am pus la cale un proiect care sper sa fie pe placul vostru.Primul single se numeste Sexy Violin.Suntem sustinuti de o echipa foarte mare de profesionisti dar mai multe detalii o sa va dam in curand.Promit! :)&lt;br /&gt;Pana este totul gata,va pup si va las sa ascultati piesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTe9emA2OxE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-8554476460772841198?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/8554476460772841198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=8554476460772841198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8554476460772841198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8554476460772841198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2011/02/revin-dupa-o-perioada-lungachiar-foarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-1263998177750606938</id><published>2010-03-22T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:52:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre scandal....</title><content type='html'>Buna seara.Pana reusesc sa termin toata nebunia cu schimbarea la fata a blogului,ma mai gasiti pe aici. De ceva timp,numele imi apare constant intr-un scandal.Este singura declaratie pe care o fac,pentru ca in acest fel nimeni nu-mi poate rastalmaci cuvintele. Nu am nici o legatura cu toata aceasta poveste.Nu am vorbit niciodata nimic despre Dana,fiindca nu-mi este prietena si consider ca am tot dreptul sa-mi aleg prietenii.Nu pot sa consider o persoana cu care nu am nimic in comun,prieten...este un cuvant mare caruia ii acord tot interesul si respectul cuvenit. Cat despre vrajitoare....nu am fost in viata mea la asa ceva,pentru ca ma tem de prostiile astea.Nu stiu daca sa cred sau nu in ele,ci pur si simplu fac abstractie de existenta lor.Merg la biserica,cred in Dumnezeu si nici nu concep sa aud astfel de prostii.&lt;br /&gt;De la emisiunea cu pricina, nu am mai vazut-o pe aceasta fata decat la acest eveniment pe care si ea l-a mentionat....in rest am uitat total de existenta ei.Viata mea nu se invarte in jurul ei asa ca nu e un subiect de discutie. Din nou,eu nu ma cert cu nimeni si pana in acest moment m-a amuzat teribil acest show.Barfele nu-mi plac asa ca fug de ele si prefer sa ma scuz de la masa  chiar si atunci cand persoane straine sunt "comentate". Si inca ceva....Harra nu m-a sunat NICIODATA de cand a fost eliminata din concurs. Este prima si ultima data cand discut despre acest subiect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-1263998177750606938?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/1263998177750606938/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=1263998177750606938&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1263998177750606938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1263998177750606938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-scandal.html' title='Despre scandal....'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-6412283463737503747</id><published>2010-02-15T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:04:00.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schimbari</title><content type='html'>Hello.Nu ne-am auzit de ceva timp dar asta pentru ca am un program infernal.&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc foarte mult pentru urarile de ziua mea,sunteti niste dulci si sunt foarte placut surprinsa de faptul ca v-ati amintit...Nu o sa mai postez pentru un timp deoarece ma pregatesc de schimbarea la fata...la fata blogului.Am reusit sa atrag atentia cu un blog asa maruntel unui om extraordinar care imi ofera hosting si evident o fata noua,la care se lucreaza pentru ca sunt foarte greu de multumit ;)Multumesc Swamp! Va multumesc si voua si va pup...si stati pe receptie o sa va anunt cand e totul gata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-6412283463737503747?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/6412283463737503747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=6412283463737503747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6412283463737503747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6412283463737503747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2010/02/schimbari.html' title='Schimbari'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-3463351175378068047</id><published>2009-12-31T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:31:07.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit un pic mai devreme si incerc sa ma refac cu o cana de cafea.De doua zile apucam sa dormim undeva spre dimineata. Acum doua nopti in urma, am jucat canasta cu verisorii mei si am uitat sa ne mai uitam la ceas asa ca am adormit undeva spre dimineata iar ieri a fost o zi extrem de incarcata. Asa ca in doua zile am apucat sa dormim 8 ore adunate....iar noaptea se anunta una luuuunga pentru ca e Revelionul. O sa iasa o petrecere de toata frumusetea pentru ca suntem toti prietenii in locul nostru preferat. Ne-am pregatit vestimentatia, pentru care ii multumesc Mihaelei Drafta si nu ne-a mai ramas decat sa ne facem biletelele cu cele trei dorinte.&lt;br /&gt; Am avut un an agitat, cu multe schimbari importante si daca anul mi-a parut ca nu l-am inceput cu dreptul se pare ca totul a fost in favoarea mea. Mi-am dovedit din plin ca fiecare sut primit a insemnat vreo zece pasi inainte. Un an foarte frumos in care mai toate dorintele au devenit realitate e pe cale sa se inchida in doar cateva ore iar altul si mai frumos se anunta.&lt;br /&gt;  Iubire, liniste, familie, sanatate, cariera, bani...sa te bucuri de toate aceste lucruri si in toate sa excelezi! UN AN NOU DE POVESTE ! LA MULTI ANI !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-3463351175378068047?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/3463351175378068047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=3463351175378068047&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3463351175378068047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3463351175378068047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-2676691376966977192</id><published>2009-12-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:56:02.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SzDdvc9PujI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VzVMFjV78vk/s1600-h/avatar_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SzDdvc9PujI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VzVMFjV78vk/s320/avatar_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418074159023372850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Zile trecute am fost la film. Gasesc destul de rar timp pentru luxul unei seri atat de relaxante dar sunt mai mult decat incantata de filmul pe care l-am vazut. Avatar. Sincer, detest S.F.-urile insa este cel mai tare film pe care l-am vazut vreodata. Am inteles ca numai efectele speciale au costat in jurul a 300 de milione de dolari si lucreaza la el de cativa ani, pentru descopereau de fiecare data noi moduri de a upgrada efectele. Nu iti spun mai multe pentru ca nu vreau sa-ti stric surpriza dar TREBUIE VAZUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-2676691376966977192?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/2676691376966977192/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=2676691376966977192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2676691376966977192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2676691376966977192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SzDdvc9PujI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VzVMFjV78vk/s72-c/avatar_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-4428271781822164782</id><published>2009-12-21T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:11:34.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-am vazut pe Mos Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy-sOOnYHsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xhlroeQuY/s1600-h/santa_claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy-sOOnYHsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xhlroeQuY/s400/santa_claus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417738237191397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu,nu am innebunit, încă nu am vedenii...dar da, cred în Moş Crăciun, atat timp cat în fiecare an găsesc si aşez daruri sub brad.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am avut treaba prin oraş, am încercat din răsputeri sa scap de aglomeraţie dar în cele din urma, pe o straduta m-am blocat. Este pentru prima data cand ma bucur...În fata unei curţi, un bărbat în etate, curata cu o lopata zăpadă din fata porţii. Un bărbat plinut, îmbrăcat în pantaloni roşii cu bretele si o cămaşă în carori albastre. Avea barbă medie, deasă si albă ca laptele, obrajii roşii de frig si durdulii, ochii albaştri si parul la fel de alb precum barba. L-am claxonat, s-a uitat la mine si cand a văzut ca las geamul jos, a inceput sa rada amuzat. Îmi venea sa sar din maşina si sa-l imbratisez si cu un zambet larg i-am spus ca seamana cu Moş Crăciun. Mi-a zambit incantat si cu o voce tare blanda si prietenoasa mi-a spus; "Ho, ho dar eu chiar sunt un Moş Crăciun".&lt;br /&gt;Apoi coloana din fata mea a pornit. Mult timp l-am privit prin oglinda retrovizoare si nu-mi puteam sterge zambetul tamp de pe buze.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am spus eu ca am parte numai de intamplari fericite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. imi pare tare rau ca nu aveam aparatul de fotografiat la mine...cine stie, poate cu alta ocazie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-4428271781822164782?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/4428271781822164782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=4428271781822164782&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4428271781822164782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4428271781822164782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/l-am-vazut-pe-mos-craciun.html' title='L-am vazut pe Mos Craciun'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy-sOOnYHsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xhlroeQuY/s72-c/santa_claus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-2973460459210374542</id><published>2009-12-20T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:59:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy5X7_wRVzI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9-_may1hx4/s1600-h/christmas-tree-inside-the-house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy5X7_wRVzI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9-_may1hx4/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364090011080498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Stau in sufragerie,ascult ProFm Xmas,imi e cald si bine.Numai cand ma gandesc cat de frig e afara si mainile imi ingheata pe loc.Dar sunt insfarsit acasa si savurez o cana de cafea fierbinte,cu scortisoara,vanilie si rom...home made.Delicios.&lt;br /&gt;Parca imi e dor in fiecare iarna de anii copilariei, cand frigul nu conta...numai sa ninga.Sa fac un om mare de zapada, sa fac pierduta cate o cratita din bucataria mamei pentru palaria omului si la sfarsit sa-i las amintire fularul meu. Acum, imi place iarna doar pentru Craciun. Frigul ma scoate din minti, ma infofolesc ca un mormoloc si abia vad pe unde merg. Sa circul cu masina, e un adevarat test de perseverenta si perspicacitate. Incerc ce ceva ani, de cand am permis de conducere, sa pricep ce se intampla cu soferii cand ploua sau ninge. Se produce o panica totala, fiecare coteste pe unde apuca, blocheaza intersectia...si uite asa in loc sa petreci mai mult timp cu familia, cu prietenii sau la cumparaturi, stai blocat ore si ore. Ai spune ca macar de Sarbatori ai ce sa privesti. Luminitele frumoase din oras si vitrinele decorate...parca nu si anul asta. Bucurestiul e oribil impodobit, siruri intregi de beculete arse, un brad iritant de chicios. Orasul a fost parca impodobit de fiecare locuitor cu ce avea prin casa.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost in schimb impresionata de initiativa din parcul Cismigiu. Foarte frumos luminat, casute din lemn de unde cumperi turta dulce si vin fiert. O replica destul de reusita a Targului de Craciun din Viena.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am avut inca timp sa facem bradul si sincer nici cumparaturile dar marti ne-am rezervat intreaga zi pentru noi, pentru pregatirea unui Craciun perfect. Am "ochit" cadourile perfect pentru iubitul meu si abia astept sa le asez sub brad cu mesajul; "A se deschide numai de Craciun".&lt;br /&gt;Sunt extrem de fericita,zambesc de cateva zile fara incetare, visez numai povesti frumoase. Au loc numai intamplari fericite si ca prin minune orice problema se rezolva. Craciunul e magic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-2973460459210374542?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/2973460459210374542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=2973460459210374542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2973460459210374542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2973460459210374542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ganduri-de-craciun.html' title='Ganduri de Craciun'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sy5X7_wRVzI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9-_may1hx4/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-340894633470087501</id><published>2009-12-19T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:07:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intalnirea A.S.I.A....dupa zece ani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SyzeDOSA33I/AAAAAAAAATo/KGlywUMtmys/s1600-h/urban_by_mihnea_marinas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SyzeDOSA33I/AAAAAAAAATo/KGlywUMtmys/s400/urban_by_mihnea_marinas-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948598774488946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna ziua,in primul rand. Intai o sa-mi cer scuze ca scriu atat de rar, insa timpul nu-mi prea permite zabovitul in fata laptopului,pe langa faptul ca atunci cand ajung in fata "vechiului meu prieten" imi trec sute de ganduri prin minte....asa ca o las mereu pe alta data. Azi in schimb, un comment m-a ajutat sa-mi fac putina ordine in minte, (multumesc Florin) si incep cu data de 1 decembire, intalnirea trupei A.S.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa le multmesc prietenilor de la Happy Hour, Ioana si evident Catalin Maruta pentru faptul ca s-au gandit la noi si ne-au invitat in emisiune intr-o zi atat de importanta.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut emotii intrega zi...pe Anca o mai vazusem la mine in emisiune...neschimbata.La fel de dulce, cu un ras molipsitor, vorbeste la fel de tare si e incredibil de frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Anemona mi-a fost intotdeauna tare draga si s-a transformat intr-o femeie delicata cu un simt al umorului foarte fin, rafinata si imi permit sa spun o frumusete castelana.&lt;br /&gt;Irina avea sa fie punctul culminant.Nu am facut niciodata secret din faptul ca in toti anii in care am fost colege si prietene, ne venea destul de des sa ne tragem de codite.Amandoua aveam personalitatea foarte puternica si eram extrem de incapatanate.Cum nu renuntam la ideile noastre,se instala o cearta de toata frumusetea...motiv pentru care multi ani nu ne-am vorbit.&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand eram prietene, ne-am fost alaturi in cele mai dificile momente si recunosc faptul ca eu am trecut prin momente delicate.Intr-un timp foarte scurt s-au stins din viata unele dintre cele mai dragi persoane mie, bunica mea, verisorul meu si apoi prietena mea cea mai buna.Irina a fost mana de fier care ma tinea in aer cand sub mine era prapastia.Realizez ca imaginea ei se conecta imediat la durea insuportabila pe care o simteam si dorul nebun de a nu-i lasa sa plece...probabil a fost cel mai puternic motiv pentru care am dorit sa nu o mai vad si totusi...imi lipsea teribil.&lt;br /&gt;Irina.Vorbeste enorm.Pentru ea era deajuns sa nu ma vada trei ore ca sa rosteasca 300 de cuvinte pe minut...fara aer...dar acum dupa 5 ani.Incredibila persoana, enervant de frumoasa, parca nu a trecut nici o zi peste ea.&lt;br /&gt;Intalnirea a fost de poveste.Am depanat amintiri, am ras de noi, de felul in care aratam, de lucrurile pe care le faceam si nimic nu era schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;Irina a ajuns prima,cum facea mereu.Ca sa iti atraga atentia cand vorbeste se foloseste de un deget cu care te impunge la mijloc.Are acelasi tic verbal; "fata fii atenta"...de parca ai putea sa nu o auzi.&lt;br /&gt;Ancuta,radea fara oprire si o entuziasma intalnirea ca pe un copil o jucarie mult dorita.In timp ce repetam imi spunea cu ochii stralucind de fericire;"nu-mi vine sa cred,suntem din nou toate patru".&lt;br /&gt;Ane,era la fel de rezervata si strecura cate o glumita sau cate o remarca dulce care starnea hohote de ras.Cu aceasi voce suava imi spunea;"copile,ce dor mi-a fost de tine". Si cum sa nu-ti vina sa lacrimezi de fericire cand dupa atatia ani,constati ca nimic nu s-a schimbat,nimic nu s-a pierdut din lucrurile frumoase pe care le-am impartasit cu aceste fete...cand prietenia noastra era parca la fel de puternica.&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu...eu am intarziat, ca intotdeauna (Irina daca citesti stiu ca te bucuri si spui"da' macar recunoaste).Abia asteptam sa le vad, sa le strang in brate, sa vad cat de mult s-au schimbat.Pana sa deschid usa, a venit Ancuta spre mine, cu parul " in flacari" (era la machiaj si isi tapa parul).Gesticula, radea si mi-a spus; "nebuno ai intarziat".Cand am deschis usa,Irina.M-a pupat si nici atunci nu a putut sa se rezume numai la pupat, vorbea in acelasi timp; "nebuno iar ai intarziat, tot asa ai ramas"...si in timp ce o strangeam pe Ane in brate, Irina, evident, continua sa vorbeasca.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea abia se intelegea cu noi, pentru ca aveam multe de spus.Regizoarea incerca sa ne spuna pe unde sa intram, Maruta, cand intram, de la costume ne spuneau sa intram cu palariile pe cap....si uite asa din nou dupa atatia ani, pe unde era A.S.I.A. , se instala si haosul.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte sa intram pe usa din platou, ne-am aranjat din nou in ordinea in care ne-am asezat atatia ani; Anca, Sorana, Irina si Anemona.&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc din nou lui Catalin Maruta pentru faptul ca ne-a reunit, chiar si pentru cateva ore, cum spunea el, insa habar nu are ca a facut-o pentru totdeauna...ca prietene.&lt;br /&gt;Fetelor va pup dulce, va imbratisez cu drag si va iubesc enorm din milioane de motive.&lt;br /&gt;Iar voua, cei care ne-ati sustinut si ne-ati incurajat prin mesaje si iubire in toti acesti ani, va multumim ca existati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-340894633470087501?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/340894633470087501/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=340894633470087501&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/340894633470087501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/340894633470087501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/intalnirea-asiadupa-zece-ani.html' title='Intalnirea A.S.I.A....dupa zece ani.'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SyzeDOSA33I/AAAAAAAAATo/KGlywUMtmys/s72-c/urban_by_mihnea_marinas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-7429371876733166324</id><published>2009-12-06T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:04:11.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru "anonim"...</title><content type='html'>Scumpa mea,prostia ta este nemarginita.Ti-am intins o capcana si in ea ai picat...simplu...erai singura care avea sa afle ca ma fac blonda:)) Esti chiar amuzanta dar daca tot ai ceva de spus de ce te tot chinui sa-mi scrii pe blog si sa-mi faci in clar care-ti sunt frustrarile.Stii bine unde stau...poti sa cobori oricand si sa discuti ca o femeie,nu ca o pustoaica ramasa fara jucarii...simpatico! Orice prostie ai inventa acum prin care sa-mi spui ca nu ai idee despre ce vorbesc, e total absurd.Stau si-ti citesc aberatiile de ceva timp si trebuie sa-ti marturisesc...ma amuzi teribil,atat pe mine cat si pe iubitul meu. Incerci prin fel si fel de porcarii sa-ti atingi scopul...si dai gres de fiecare data.Oamenii pe care-i crezi "complicii" tai ,te dau de gol,iar cei care-ti pareau prieteni,ne povestesc cu groaza comportamentul tau iesit din comun si lipsit de respect pentru cei care au dobandit un nume si o pozitie prin munca si nu usi trantite cu atitudinea unei domnisoare care crede ca ii se cuvine.Invata sa-i respecti pe cei din jur,si mai ales pe cei care au muncit si muncesc pentru ce au si poate o sa ajuni si tu cineva fara sa mai pupi in fund pe ici de colo...Pe mine una,ma lasa rece prostiile pe care le scrii,putin imi pasa de existenta ta,dar pentru tine e tare pacat ca de la o varsta asa frageda,sa te calci in picioare doar ca sa ramai in Capitala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-7429371876733166324?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/7429371876733166324/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=7429371876733166324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7429371876733166324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7429371876733166324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/12/pentru-anonim.html' title='Pentru &quot;anonim&quot;...'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-8721022218142260928</id><published>2009-11-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:50:55.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban By Mihnea Marinas "Rithm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="RO" &gt;Vineri,27,noiembrie,iti fac o invitatie cu ritm in Vibe Cafe (Ion Ghica nr 3,langa Pro Cinema). Parul tau o sa vibreze de fericire cu noul stil Urban by Mihnea Marinas...Rithm. La ora 21 esti martorul unei experiente senzationale,pentru ca parul tau prinde viata!&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa stii ce stil se poarta? Then feel the Rithm in Vibe Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parteneri;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vibe Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vibe Fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Meditex Import Export SRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mihnea Marinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrei Jilavu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mihaela Drafta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Xu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domus M&amp;amp;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bogdan Preda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Event powerd by&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorana Darclee Mohamad&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/8333902297803231053-8721022218142260928?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/8721022218142260928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=8721022218142260928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8721022218142260928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8721022218142260928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/11/urban-by-mihnea-marinas-rithm.html' title='Urban By Mihnea Marinas &quot;Rithm&quot;'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-373624528206618464</id><published>2009-10-27T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:00:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban by Mihnea Marinas "Ready 'n 5"</title><content type='html'>Pe data de 29 octombrie,joi,in fata la Casa Armatei de la orele 12.00 a.m. pana la 17.00 p.m. are loc evenimentul Urban by Mihnea Marinas "Ready 'n 5".Este primul concept indraznet al unui hair-stylist de a coafa femeile direct in strada in 5 minute,dovedind ca orice femeie moderna,poate fi rapitoare in cel mai scurt timp.In spirit de gluma,Mihnea spune ca intelege frustrarea barbatiilor care isi asteapta alesele ore intregi si vine in ajutorul lor cu o sugestie rapida."Femeile uita de multe ori ca sunt cu adevarat frumoase si nu au nevoie de ore intregi pentru a se aranja.Parul prins lejer sau aranjat cu un minim de efort,le face mult mai misterioase si mai interesante,iar noi le iubim si mai mult cand sunt rapide",inchide Mihnea zambind.&lt;br /&gt;Te asteptam cu drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-373624528206618464?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/373624528206618464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=373624528206618464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/373624528206618464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/373624528206618464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/10/urban-by-mihnea-marinas-ready-n-5.html' title='Urban by Mihnea Marinas &quot;Ready &apos;n 5&quot;'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-5091858724767805033</id><published>2009-10-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:23:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Buna ziua.Nu prea reusesc sa postez mai des datorita programului foarte incarcat de filmari pe care il am.Am venit insa cu o mica supriza pentru cei interesati de Reiki. Am cateva informatii pentru voi,intr-un interviu acordat blogului meu,de catre maestrul Bogdan Prosperio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Ce inseamna &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255356564_0"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;REIKI" este un termen pentru a defini Energia Universala, denumire inclusa în diverse tehnici (sisteme) de utilizare a acestei energii.&lt;p&gt;  Rei, inseamna : - Dumnezeu, Universul, Spiritual, Sfint.&lt;br /&gt;ki inseamna : - energie, forta vitala.&lt;br /&gt;Sistemele REIKI sunt tehnici de accesare a Energiei Universale, care poate fi trasmisa spre sine sau spre alta persoana (si nu numai) in scopuri benefice.&lt;br /&gt; Iata cateva din definitiile ce au fost date de-a lungul timpului acestor sisteme:&lt;br /&gt;- Tehnica de vindecare spirituala (Mikao Usui).&lt;br /&gt;- Reiki este un sistem. Acolo nu exista nici o superstitie, doar fapte reale (&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255356564_1"&gt;Hawayo Takata&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; - Intelepciune si Adevar (Hawayo Takata)&lt;br /&gt;- Stiinta si Arta (Hawayo Takata)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cred ca exista o unica fiinta Suprema – Infinitul Absolut - o forta dinamica ce guverneaza lumea si Universul. Ea este o putere spirituala invizibila care vibreaza. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255356564_2"&gt;Deci&lt;/span&gt; ea este absoluta! O putem numi Reiki! Fiind o forta universala data de Marele Spirit Divin, ea apartine tuturor celor care o cauta si doresc sa învete arta vindecarii (Hawayo Takata)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Reiki este o tehnica straveche tibetana, spirituala si de tratament ce a fost redescoperita de catre Mikao Usui din Japonia.  Hawayo Takata este unul din discipolii lui Mikao Usui si a transmis mai departe tehnicile si invataturile lui Mikao Usui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Poate asista oricine la cursurile de Reiki sau are nevoie de o pregatire spirituala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Orice persoana poate practica Reiki. Este de ajuns sa vrea sa participe la cursurile de Reiki si sa creada in Energia Universala. Apoi este important sa aiba si incredere in Maestrul care ii va preda cursul de Reiki. Cursurile de Reiki se pot face doar cu un Maestru de Reiki. In urma cursului de Reiki studentul poate sa isi faca autotratament si poate sa faca tratament si altor persoane. In general daca o persoana are nevoie de tratament este bine sa faca o sedinta de tratament de cel putin 45 - 60 minute, cu un practicant de Reiki. In urma tratamentului se poate hotari singur sa faca cursul de Reiki cu un Maestru sau sau poate sa mai solicite inca o sedinta de tratament.  O persoana care are incredere in sistemul Reiki nu este obligata sa participe la tratament, mai exact se poate inscrie direct la un curs de Reiki.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cursurile de Reiki sint structurate astfel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reiki gradul 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reiki gradul 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reiki gradul 2 avansat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reiki gradul 3 sau gradul de Maestru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru a ajunge la gradul de Maestru trebuie neaparat sa treci prin toate celelalte etape de curs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ca pacient de principiu nu se poate asista la un curs de Reiki. Totusi eu ca Maestru Reiki in cadrul cursului de Reiki acord un tratament gratis studentului Reiki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;3.Cum putem ajunge sa credem in Reiki si sa vedem schimbarile daca din fire suntem negativisti si pesimisti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Persoanele negativiste si pesimiste de obicei ajung sa creada in Reiki datorita stresului foarte mare prin care trec si datorita incercarilor vietii cu care se confrunta. Din momentul in care s-au hotarit sa faca cursul de Reiki si sa practice, schimbarile in bine vor apare incet dar constant in viata lor. Este nevoie totusi macar de o mica rezonanta cu aceasta tehnica spirituala si de tratament pentru ca persoana sa se hotarasca sa faca un curs de Reiki. Repet: orice persoana poate practica Reiki. Chiar daca cu ceva timp in urma o persoana nu simtea atractie, rezonanta, cu aceasta minunata tehnica, in timp oamenii se pot schimba si devin mai pozitivi, intelegind ca exista aceasta Energie Universala pe care o pot folosi pentru binele lor.  Energia Reiki nu poate fi manipulata. Cu Reiki poti face doar bine, tratamentul Reiki foloseste aceasta energie care vine de la Dumnezeu. Energia Reiki are inteligenta proprie si deci va functiona intotdeauna pentru a echilibra energetic si a face bine pacientului. ( de mentionat ca nu promitem vindecari miraculoase nimanui ) Energia Reiki nu este un panaceu Universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.De cate ori pe saptamana putem asista la cursuri si cate ore dureaza o sedinta de Reiki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un curs de Reiki de gradul 1 tine cam 5 pina la 8 ore in functie de cursanti cit de numerosi sint si in functie de gradul de receptivitate si intelegere pe care il au.  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Concluzie:  Tratamentele pot fi primite de catre cei interesati de la orice practicant Reiki, in functie de durata si gravitate ele pot fi gratis sau contra cost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O persoana isi poate face autotratament in urma obtinetii diplomei de Reiki gradul 1. Poate face evident si tratament altor persoane. Din aceasta cauza eu recomand ca oamenii interesati sa faca cursurile de Reiki pentru a se putea autotrata,  In acest mod ei nu mai depind de tratamentele pe care trebuie sa le primeasca de la alte persoane care au absolvit deja cursuri de Reiki.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.europehope.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255356564_6"&gt;www.europehope.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-5091858724767805033?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/5091858724767805033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=5091858724767805033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5091858724767805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5091858724767805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/10/reiki.html' title='Reiki'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-4737943887476432738</id><published>2009-09-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:13:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajutorul tau conteaza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cand&lt;/span&gt; eram mica, mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obişnuia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sa-mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spună&lt;/span&gt; povesti. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cenusareasa&lt;/span&gt; a ajuns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saraca&lt;/span&gt; pentru ca nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;invata&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scoala&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scufita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roşie&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;si-a&lt;/span&gt; ascultat mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; a fost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rapita&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;către&lt;/span&gt; lup...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; momentul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care spuneam o poveste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;invata&lt;/span&gt; de la mama, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gradinita&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;toti&lt;/span&gt; copiii se puneau pe un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;plans&lt;/span&gt; de neoprit. Mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tarziu&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dupa&lt;/span&gt; ani, povesteam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;amuzata&lt;/span&gt; de lucrurile pe care le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;invatam&lt;/span&gt; de la mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; felul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;oripilam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sarmanii&lt;/span&gt; copii. Am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;inteles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;insa&lt;/span&gt;, ca acesta era felul mamei mele de a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;pregati&lt;/span&gt; pentru lumea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;incertă&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; cruda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care aveam sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; dezvolt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;traiesc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Povestile&lt;/span&gt; din &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;copilarie&lt;/span&gt; sunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;astazi&lt;/span&gt; reale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; lovesc puternic copiii. Pentru ei lumea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;minunata&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;inocenţei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;păleşte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; demonii cu chip de oameni le fura culorile frumoase ale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;naivitatii&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;traumatizandu-i&lt;/span&gt; pentru totdeauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Viata&lt;/span&gt; lor sta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mainele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;nostre&lt;/span&gt;. O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;caramida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ridicata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;astazi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;formeaza&lt;/span&gt; zidul care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; poate proteja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NU FII INDIFERENT! Trimite un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; la 890 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;doneaza&lt;/span&gt; 2 euro, pentru a construi cat mai multe centre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;rezidentiale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;destinate&lt;/span&gt; victimelor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;abuzului&lt;/span&gt; sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;violentelor&lt;/span&gt; domestice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Ajutati&lt;/span&gt; oamenii mari &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;sa-si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;tina&lt;/span&gt; promisiunea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; fata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;copiiilor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;spunem&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; fata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;abuzului&lt;/span&gt; sexual fata de minori!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirelazivari.ro/"&gt;http://www.mirelazivari.ro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-4737943887476432738?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/4737943887476432738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=4737943887476432738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4737943887476432738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4737943887476432738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ajutorul-tau-conteaza.html' title='Ajutorul tau conteaza!'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-3515952102784028771</id><published>2009-09-21T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:00:25.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inelul cu diamant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SrdX2VUViJI/AAAAAAAAATA/DE1efFXBWu0/s1600-h/banner+INELUL+450pxX230px..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SrdX2VUViJI/AAAAAAAAATA/DE1efFXBWu0/s320/banner+INELUL+450pxX230px..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383868470491711634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aşadar&lt;/span&gt; s-a dat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;startul&lt;/span&gt; celui mai controversat concurs al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toamnei&lt;/span&gt;;INELUL CU DIAMANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; rele.Zece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vedete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;autohtone&lt;/span&gt; au intrat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competitia&lt;/span&gt; pentru cea mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ravnita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bijuterie&lt;/span&gt;,un inel cu diamant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; valoare de zece mii de euro.Sunt frumoase,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;adulate&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bărbaţi&lt;/span&gt; dar trebuie sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;intre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;graţiile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;milionarului&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;burlac&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Claudiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pătrascu&lt;/span&gt;,cunoscut ca fiind un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bărbat&lt;/span&gt; foarte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pretenţios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Claudiu&lt;/span&gt; este ajutat de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;către&lt;/span&gt; un juriu,cu sfaturi,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ponturi&lt;/span&gt; dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; critici aduse celor zece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vedete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; rele.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;În&lt;/span&gt; fiecare duminica,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;milionarul&lt;/span&gt; va trimite doua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;vedete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;către&lt;/span&gt; eliminare iar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;juriul&lt;/span&gt; va &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; care dintre cele doua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;vedete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;părăseşte&lt;/span&gt; concursul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe parcursul a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;şase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;săptămîni&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;veţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;pătrunde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; intimitatea vedetelor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; o sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;descoperiţi&lt;/span&gt; secretele lor cele mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ascunse&lt;/span&gt; dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; armele pe care le folosesc pentru a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;castiga&lt;/span&gt; inelul.Pe 1 noiembrie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;aflam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;împreuna&lt;/span&gt; care este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;vedeta&lt;/span&gt; pe al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cărei&lt;/span&gt; deget va fi pus inelul cu diamant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Staţi&lt;/span&gt; cu ochii pe noi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. O sa revin cu poze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-3515952102784028771?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/3515952102784028771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=3515952102784028771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3515952102784028771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3515952102784028771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/09/inelul-cu-diamant.html' title='Inelul cu diamant'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SrdX2VUViJI/AAAAAAAAATA/DE1efFXBWu0/s72-c/banner+INELUL+450pxX230px..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-4230165576088590623</id><published>2009-09-01T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:46:28.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am revenit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypnWyTqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XWyCw6tyHNM/s1600-h/_MG_3847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypnWyTqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XWyCw6tyHNM/s320/_MG_3847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377283276856774306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypSywXRI/AAAAAAAAASI/mQ1YE3I91mg/s1600-h/_MG_4052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypSywXRI/AAAAAAAAASI/mQ1YE3I91mg/s320/_MG_4052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377283271336942866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypL4tAiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3LSWjROEbgU/s1600-h/_MG_4055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp2VL5H2F3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ntav0gvfIws/s320/_MG_3589.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617561695065970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp2VLvQUjEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/11zbLfZ9a7I/s1600-h/_MG_3545+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp2VLvQUjEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/11zbLfZ9a7I/s320/_MG_3545+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617559046261826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt; Am revenit...as spune in forta dar nu imi prea vine pentru ca sunt mult prea obosita.Am terminat filmarile pentru Paradisul Femeilor,care sincer a fost mai mult decat o experienta.Mi-am testat rezistenta,rabdarea,intelegerea mai mult decat am crezut ca este posibil.Am trait cu doar o felie de pizza in fiecare zi,doua cani de cafea iar noaptea cand ajungeam acasa,cu minim o jumatate de ora de masaj la picioare. In afara de ultima parte descrisa pe scurt si mai putin dureroasa a programului meu de doua luni,cat timp au tinut filmarile,am mai suportat si statul in picioare pe tocuri de cel putin 10 cm,cu un picior bandajat in jurul calcaiului pe care l-am taiat intr-un ciob destul de mare,pe platoul de fimari.&lt;div&gt;In rest mi-am facut foarte multi prieteni noi,cei pe care i-am socotit mai intai simpli concurenti...Am numai cuvinte de lauda despre fiecare dintre ei si trebuie sa recunosc ca imi venea tare greu sa joc rolul de Stapana Suprema, care taia in carne vie,atat timp cat in realitate imi facea o placere deosebita sa-mi petrec timpul alaturi de ei.Imi aduc aminte cum de multe ori trebuia sa ridic tonul la ei, iar in pauza publicitara ne amuzam impreuna.Au inteles extrem de bine rolurile pe care le jucau dar nu vreau sa se inteleaga ca era ceva regizat.De obicei in astfel de concursuri,participantii se cearta...hmmm,destul de tare,insa pe ei nu-i puteam face sa se certe.In spirit de gluma o sa spun ca nu au fost cooperanti,la acest capitol.In afara de asta,timp de doua luni, au fost trup si suflet si au facut tot ce le-a stat in putere pentru a face show.Am primit extrem de multe critici dar si aprecierea celor care ne-au urmarit,iar asta inseamna un singur lucru...oamenii s-au uitat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asadar este momentul acela siropos in care va multumesc din tot sufletul pentru ca ati fost alaturi de noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe final va las cateva poze,facute de Andi,poze care au intrat deja in posesia celor de la CANCAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inainte de a incheia vreau sa le multumesc celor de la Mamitzu Production,Monica,Claudia Cacoveanu,Diana(P.R. Euforia),scumpului meu coleg Adi Nartea si Galina pentru vestimentatia mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; P.S. O sa ne reintalnim peste doar cateva saptamani intr-o emisiune noua.Evident alaturi de mine,fetelor,doamnelor si domnisoarele dar si baieeeezti :))  o sa fie Adi.Asadar va pup si pe curand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-4230165576088590623?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/4230165576088590623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=4230165576088590623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4230165576088590623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4230165576088590623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-revenit.html' title='Am revenit!'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Sp_ypnWyTqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XWyCw6tyHNM/s72-c/_MG_3847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-2350550712156759907</id><published>2009-07-09T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:20:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradisul Femeilor....e la Euforia Tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SlW1jyk2vlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/w16L6Ephboo/s1600-h/euforia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SlW1jyk2vlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/w16L6Ephboo/s320/euforia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356386958303477330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; aceasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vară&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bărbaţii&lt;/span&gt; sunt la picioarele femeilor.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;În&lt;/span&gt; fiecare zi de la orele 14.45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; 18.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; iar duminica la orele 20.00,eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; colegul meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Adi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nartea&lt;/span&gt;,va &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dăm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;întîlnire&lt;/span&gt; la Euforia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Este o emisiune &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dinamică&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; care zece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bărbaţi&lt;/span&gt; lupta timp de 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;săptămîni&lt;/span&gt; pentru marele premiu de 5.000 de euro.Ei trebuie sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;îndeplinească&lt;/span&gt; toate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dorinţele&lt;/span&gt; celor 5 femei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;extraordinare&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;alături&lt;/span&gt; de care vor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;convieţui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aceiaşi&lt;/span&gt; casa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; care, pe toata aceasta perioada le vor fii &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;stăpîne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Fiţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alături&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;băieţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;exprimati-va&lt;/span&gt; simpatiile sau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;antipatiile&lt;/span&gt; pe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;siteul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;emisiunii&lt;/span&gt; www.euforia.tv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ajutati-va&lt;/span&gt; favoritul sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;castige&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din 12 iulie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;începe&lt;/span&gt; Paradisul Femeilor la Euforia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sa revin cu poze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;informatii&lt;/span&gt; incendiare.Va pup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; va &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;aşteptam&lt;/span&gt; sa ne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;fiţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;alături&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-2350550712156759907?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/2350550712156759907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=2350550712156759907&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2350550712156759907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/2350550712156759907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/07/paradisul-femeilore-la-euforia-tv.html' title='Paradisul Femeilor....e la Euforia Tv'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SlW1jyk2vlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/w16L6Ephboo/s72-c/euforia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-238103542393564833</id><published>2009-06-25T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:32:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY GREAT STARS CAN BE SEEN BY FALLING'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SkR5ejY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CIaRSnlRtM4/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SkR5ejY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CIaRSnlRtM4/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351535823025696146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Michael Jackson a murit.Vestea m-a izbit in aceasta dimineata ca un bolovan in ceafa.Stiam din presa ca starea lui de sanatate este precara dar nu ma asteptam sa piarda lupta...&lt;div&gt;Acest post este pentru toti cei care au crescut cu muzica lui cat si pentru cei care,macar o singura data,au auzit de numele lui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru prima data,nu-mi gasesc cuvintele...nu pot sa le mai imbrac.Imi pare rau,atat de rau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorbeam cu prietena mea din copilarie si asa cum spunea si ea "Copilaria noastra a fost Michael"...cuvintele perfecte pentru tot ce a insemnat pentru noi si alte zeci de milioane de oameni.M-am nascut cu muzica lui si am strans de-a lungul adolescentei unele dintre cele mai frumoase amintiri...prima invitatie la dans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am senzatia ca e o gluma,astept sa anunte cineva ca e 1 Aprilie.Trupa Taxi spunea ca "stelele care cad,nu pier"...dar lasa un gol pe cer,un gol imens si mai mult intuneric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-238103542393564833?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/238103542393564833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=238103542393564833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/238103542393564833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/238103542393564833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-great-stars-can-be-seen-by-falling.html' title='ONLY GREAT STARS CAN BE SEEN BY FALLING&apos;'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SkR5ejY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CIaRSnlRtM4/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-984054704490482758</id><published>2009-06-09T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:39:22.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O scurta vacanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4ssnHZTcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Udkt9aQ12uA/s1600-h/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4ssnHZTcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Udkt9aQ12uA/s320/DSC03509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345258952661224898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4ssUm7eFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DImXgHI9KM0/s1600-h/DSC03526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4ssUm7eFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DImXgHI9KM0/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345258947693213778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Am lipsit pentru cate va zile din Bucuresti si nimic nu ma putea bucura mai tare decat aerul curat de munte.Am mers in vizita la parintii celui mai bun prieten al iubitului meu.Ne-am relaxat,ne-am bronzat...si am mancat cat pentru o intreaga saptamana.Am reusit in schimb sa vizitam orasul si sa facem cateva poze.Nu ai idee cat de tare ma pot bucura de vara,chiar daca lesin de cald...A fost o iarna mult prea lunga si geroasa.&lt;div&gt;Iti doresc sa te bucuri de fiecare zi de vara si sa te distrezi dupa bunul plac...noi stim sigur ca o sa savuram soarele din plin.Va pup si pe curand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-984054704490482758?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/984054704490482758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=984054704490482758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/984054704490482758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/984054704490482758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-scurta-vacanta.html' title='O scurta vacanta'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4ssnHZTcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Udkt9aQ12uA/s72-c/DSC03509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-1932632814447118988</id><published>2009-06-09T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:21:30.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezentare Galina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lvRAsttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYax2j8a-qY/s1600-h/mare_dc-7111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lvRAsttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYax2j8a-qY/s320/mare_dc-7111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251301685769938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lvBywH_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/mHCV5c0tNh0/s1600-h/mare_dc-7152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lvBywH_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/mHCV5c0tNh0/s320/mare_dc-7152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251297600741362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lu1auTXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Hkm9KojcgKo/s1600-h/mare_dc-7207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lu1auTXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Hkm9KojcgKo/s320/mare_dc-7207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251294278733170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4luvnmu9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8JwvzspveaQ/s1600-h/mare_dc-7204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4luvnmu9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8JwvzspveaQ/s320/mare_dc-7204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345251292722150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Joia trecuta am avut prezentare semnata Galina,in clubul Cuando.A fost o seara amuzanta si plina de surprize.Mi-am revazut doua dintre fostele colege de trupa si pe prietena mea Claudia.Am depanat amintiri,am ras si ne-am bucurat ca ne-am intalnit dupa atata timp.&lt;div&gt;O sa va spun un secret inainte de a afla din presa...eu si Claudia Patrascanu,va pregatim o surpriza si speram din tot sufletul sa va placa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multumesc revistei Click! pentru articolul foarte frumos si tuturor ziarelor pentru pozele si cuvintele dulci si nu in ultimul rand prietenei mele Una Maria pentru rabdare si intelegere.(stie ea de ce).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-1932632814447118988?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/1932632814447118988/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=1932632814447118988&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1932632814447118988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1932632814447118988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/06/prezentare-galina.html' title='Prezentare Galina'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/Si4lvRAsttI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tYax2j8a-qY/s72-c/mare_dc-7111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-5727807152300986982</id><published>2009-06-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:51:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Multi Ani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknwtW8mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ge3a51_YwgI/s1600-h/sorana41.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknwtW8mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ge3a51_YwgI/s320/sorana41.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294585988543074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknmM1LAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/h8I1-ddTo7U/s1600-h/sorana42.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknmM1LAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/h8I1-ddTo7U/s320/sorana42.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294583167757314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknm-KZeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I0hFYlzRFPk/s1600-h/sorana38.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknm-KZeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I0hFYlzRFPk/s320/sorana38.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294583374669282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In copilarie erau cateva zile ale anului pe care le asteptam cu nerabdare; ziua mea, care dupa mine si fiecare copil, trebuia sa fie zilnic, Pastele, Mos Nicolae, Craciunul si evident, Ziua Copilului.Cu siguranta cadourile pe care le primeam, faceau aceste zile magnifice, desi, sincera sa fiu, am fost un copil rasfatat si erau foarte rare zilele in care sa nu primesc ceva, orice, chiar si cate o palmuta dupa fund (nu am spus niciodata ca eram foarte cuminte).Familia imi pusese si o porecla, Mougli, datorita "abilitatilor" de a ma cocota prin copaci si pe mobila din casa, spre disperarea parintilor mei.&lt;div&gt; 1 Iunie, era de departe cea mai frumoasa zi, pentru ca ma lua mereu pe neasteptate.Fiind vara, eram mereu ocupata cu julirea genunchilor, facutul tortului din nisip si noroi, organizarea "concertelor" din scara blocului si uitam de ziua copilului. Astfel, dimineata devenea la fel de palpitanta ca cea a primei ninsori...Pe masa din sufragerie, erau asezate ca la o prezentare, cutiute colorate cu fundite, pe care le desfaceam in graba, aruncand bucatele mici de hartie prin toata casa.Nu conta cadoul in sine ci "emotia descoperirii".Imi aduc aminte ca printre jucariile preferate, erau o broscuta verde din metal si un motociclist din acelasi material, cu o cheita laterala, de care invarteai si activai saritul sau mersul jucariei.Poate iti aduci aminte de ele, daca esti de varsta mea sau mai mare, pentru ca pe vremea lui "Ceasca" erau cateva jucarii standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Majoritatea jucariilor le primeam de afara, pentru ca ale noastre erau intr-adevar urate...dar acum imi e tare dor de ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In programul zilei era si intinsul unei paturi, in spatele blocului, unde gazdele principale erau toate jucariile noi, cele vechi si cam toate prietenele mele.Ajungem in casa cu foarte putine dintre jucariile pe care le "scoteam la plimbare", pentru ca le faceam cadou."Dar din dar se face", corect? Pasiunea mea erau jucariile din plus, nu papusile.Saracutele sufereau tare mult in mainile mele, ba erau tunse, ori pictate cu pixul pe fata, degetele roase (de mine,nu de catel)...seara insa, le asezam in patul meu, le inveleam iar la pupicul de "noapte buna" pe care il primeam de la parintii mei inainte de culcare, trebuia neaparat sa fie si ele pupate.Imagineaza-ti doi oameni in toata firea, pupand in jur de zece papusi "Chucky" in fiecare seara.Mama se inspaimanta si acum cand isi aduce aminte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ziua asta a ramas la fel de frumoasa ca si in anii trecuti, o zi cu soare si cu multa iubire dar din pacate imi aduce si o durere cumplita pentru ca cineva trebuia sa-si serbeze in fiecare an ziua de nastere...insa cine stie, poate ingerii ii canta "La multi ani".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate au trecut anii copilariei si simti asta in fiecare zi dar iti doresc sa te simti copil, macar azi si sa te bucuri cu acelasi entuziasm de tot ce te face sa zambesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La multi ani si sa ai o zi de copil, cu zane, printi, si magie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-5727807152300986982?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/5727807152300986982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=5727807152300986982&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5727807152300986982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5727807152300986982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-multi-ani.html' title='La Multi Ani...'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SiOknwtW8mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ge3a51_YwgI/s72-c/sorana41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-753177714010577500</id><published>2009-05-29T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:45:42.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octavian Paller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 19px; "&gt;Octavian Paller&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Avem timp&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Avem timp pentru toate. &lt;br /&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga, &lt;br /&gt;sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou, &lt;br /&gt;sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa citim si sa scriem, &lt;br /&gt;sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu. &lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli, &lt;br /&gt;sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea, &lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem. &lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru toate. &lt;br /&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete. &lt;br /&gt;Cand sa facem si asta - murim. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !! &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca &lt;br /&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita. &lt;br /&gt;Restul ... depinde de ceilalti. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie &lt;br /&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere &lt;br /&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata &lt;br /&gt;Ci PE CINE ai. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute &lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca &lt;br /&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor &lt;br /&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia &lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde &lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp &lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie &lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de consecinte &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc &lt;br /&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat &lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta &lt;br /&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu &lt;br /&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten &lt;br /&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand &lt;br /&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii &lt;br /&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi, &lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta &lt;br /&gt;personalitatea &lt;br /&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc &lt;br /&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc &lt;br /&gt;Si nu faptele sale &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru &lt;br /&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte &lt;br /&gt;Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore &lt;br /&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat &lt;br /&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul &lt;br /&gt;Ca si vorbitul &lt;br /&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult &lt;br /&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede ... &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama &lt;br /&gt;Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile. &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc &lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;  Este una dintre poeziile mele preferate datorita realitatii pe care o prezinta.Ma gandesc de foarte multe ori la ea si o recitesc cu drag de fiecare data,cu acelasi entuziasm pe care l-am resimtit si prima data.Imi aduce aminte de cartile mele preferate,pe care le citeam pe nerasuflate,de melodiile pe care le ascultam zile intregi si pe care le-am uitat,de persoane dragi,al caror nume nu l-am mai rostit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-753177714010577500?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/753177714010577500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=753177714010577500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/753177714010577500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/753177714010577500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/05/octavian-paller.html' title='Octavian Paller'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-7131210823673334007</id><published>2009-05-27T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:22:34.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draga "Anonim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8333902297803231053#"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;una ziua,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; primul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rand&lt;/span&gt;.Sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ştii&lt;/span&gt; ca apreciez interesul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tău&lt;/span&gt; pentru acest blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; pentru persoana mea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;însă&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; momentul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; care o sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;înveţi&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vorbeşti&lt;/span&gt; (scrii) frumos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; poate o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sa-ti&lt;/span&gt; dai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; numele (real), o sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;îţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;postez&lt;/span&gt; comentariile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sa-ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;răspund&lt;/span&gt; la ele.Nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;îţi&lt;/span&gt; cer nicidecum sa fii de acord cu mine sau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;acţiunile&lt;/span&gt; mele, fiecare cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;părerile&lt;/span&gt; lui dar te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;întreb&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;m-ai&lt;/span&gt; cunoscut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;vreodată&lt;/span&gt;? Sau tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;esti&lt;/span&gt; genul de om care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;îşi&lt;/span&gt; face o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;părere&lt;/span&gt; despre cineva, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;după&lt;/span&gt; ce spun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;alţii&lt;/span&gt;? Cat despre iubire, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;uimeşte-ma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; cu prima ta iubire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; acum? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt;, am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;senzaţia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ciudată&lt;/span&gt; ca nu.Cred ca nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;v-ati&lt;/span&gt; mai vorbit de ceva timp, asta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;dacă&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sunteţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pusi&lt;/span&gt; chiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;situaţia&lt;/span&gt; de a nu va suporta.&lt;div&gt;Trei comentarii, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;trimise&lt;/span&gt; la intervale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;scurte d&lt;/span&gt;e timp, chiar denota o frustrare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; sunt mai mult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;decat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;convinsa,ca&lt;/span&gt; nu eu sunt motivul lor, dar trebuie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;sa-ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;versi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; tu nervii pe cineva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;înţeleg&lt;/span&gt; perfect.Nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;mi-as&lt;/span&gt; permite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;sa-ti&lt;/span&gt; dau vreun sfat, cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;siguranta&lt;/span&gt; ai avea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; tu destule pentru mine dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;incearca&lt;/span&gt; sa nu judeci pe cineva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;atat&lt;/span&gt; timp cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt; ta e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;intr-o&lt;/span&gt; mica dezordine...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu vreau sa te "atac" sau sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;provoc&lt;/span&gt; o stare de nervi, nicidecum, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;insa&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;cunosti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;mi-ai&lt;/span&gt; acordat nici un moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;vorbeşti&lt;/span&gt; cu mine, sa descoperi cum sunt,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; ca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; apreciez sincer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;părerile&lt;/span&gt; dar nu crezi ca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; nedrept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;intenţia&lt;/span&gt; de a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;mă&lt;/span&gt; judeca ( a se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; "a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;mă&lt;/span&gt; face cu ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;oţet&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;după&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;ştirile&lt;/span&gt;" din presa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te salut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;respectos&lt;/span&gt; "anonim" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; mai  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;gandeste-te&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Multumesc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-7131210823673334007?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/7131210823673334007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=7131210823673334007&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7131210823673334007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7131210823673334007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/05/draga-anonim.html' title='Draga &quot;Anonim&quot;'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-5659757311914294403</id><published>2009-05-25T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:53:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doamne Iti multumesc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/ShvYLe115cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Y3JWRhJXEJ4/s1600-h/turbati-turbatele-(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/ShvYLe115cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Y3JWRhJXEJ4/s320/turbati-turbatele-(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340099474946909634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/ShvYLMu1EzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XpgPPSkTj6E/s1600-h/turbati-turbatele-(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/ShvYLMu1EzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XpgPPSkTj6E/s320/turbati-turbatele-(36).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340099470085657394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ziua de ieri a fost una specială si am ales sa scriu despre ea pentru a va împărtăşi un sentiment extraordinar pe care l-am trăit si da, poate pentru a va face să-l trăiţi si voi.Sunt mai mult ca sigura ca aţi auzit de la peste o sută de oameni de o alta sută de preoţi ce pretind a avea o relaţie extraordinară cu Dumnezeu...si datorită banilor pe care îi dorsc pentru serviciile prestate, încetezi sa mai crezi sau sa mai mergi în Casa Domnului.&lt;div&gt;Ieri, după amiază, am plecat cu iubitul meu si încă doi prieteni foarte apropiati, către un schit din Snagov.Pe un drum de tară, îmbrăcat în meri si corcodusi pe o parte si alta a drumului, am ajuns in fata unei curţi,la numărul 1.O curte mica, cu flori, prin gardul careia se vedea un căţel cafeniu, care căuta o dungă firavă de umbra, sub un măr.În spatele curţii, o căsuţa ca în povesti cu acoperisul de trestie,arsă bine de soare.O veranda împodobita in ghivece cu multe flori colorate, a cărei gazda era un bătrînel, măruntel la stat, mare la suflet, cu barba alba, ochii albaştri si tenul pictat in ridurile fine a celor 102 ani ce s-au asezat pe spatele parintelui Lemne.&lt;div&gt;S-a apropiat de noi cu pasi marunti si cu o voce tremuranda si glas dulce,ne-a invitat la o poveste.L-am urmat pe aleea ingusta si pietruita ce ne ducea spre Schitul Turbati,invitandu-ne pe rand inauntru.S-a asezat pe un scaun in fata altarului si ne-a cautat acatistul pe care il trimisesem cu o saptamana inainte prin prietena noastra.L-a recitit fara sa-si puna ochelarii si apoi cu un zambet luminos, ne-a rugat pe mine si pe iubitul meu sa-i spunem tot ce avem pe suflet.A vorbit cu noi despre puterea extraordinara si bunatatea cu care Dumnezeu are grija de noi, despre oamenii care vor sa faca rau, prin gand, prin fapta si prin farmece.Ne-a spus ca farmecele nu exista, pentru ca Dumnezeu nu ajuta pe nimeni sa faca rau.Am vorbit despre respect, iubire ,familie si mai presus de toate credinta.Apoi ne-am asezat in genunchi si ne-a spus o rugaciune.In gand m-am rugat pentru toti cei dragi, mi-am cerut iertare pentru faptul ca Il pomenesc pe Dumnezeu doar atunci cand am nevoie de El.M-am simtit exact cum sunt, mica, neputincioasa, incarcata de pacate facute si gandite...si am inceput sa plang.Mi-am simtit inima mai putin incarcata, m-am simtit mai putin rea si sentimentul m-a coplesit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand am iesit, iubitul meu mi-a spus ca toti cei care vin pentru prima data la parintele Lemne, plang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Probabil vom merge si saptamana viitoare si imi doresc din tot sufletul sa te intalnesc pe alee, la umbra unui corcodus, asteptandu-l pe parintele Lemne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana atunci, te pup, te imbratisez si imi cer iertare daca te-am suparat vreodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-5659757311914294403?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/5659757311914294403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=5659757311914294403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5659757311914294403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5659757311914294403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/05/doamne-iti-multumesc.html' title='Doamne Iti multumesc...'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/ShvYLe115cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Y3JWRhJXEJ4/s72-c/turbati-turbatele-(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-829485187434183662</id><published>2009-05-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:06:16.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>   Inainte de a ma apuca de scris,ma gandeam cum sa numesc postul asta...Adevarul?Alt drept la alta replica?Rautati?Sincer nici eu nu mai stiu asa ca o sa va las pe voi sa-l "botezati".&lt;div&gt;Ideea e ca atat de multi oameni au senzatia ca ma cunosc din ceea ce citesc prin presa si atat de multi cred ca-mi pot intui "o urmatoare miscare",incat uneori imi dau senzatia ca eu nu ma mai cunosc.Toti se leaga de relatiile pe care le-am avut,de parca as fi fost vreo criminala in serie,plecata la vanatoarea de comori.Au fost relatii lungi de ani de zile,care la un moment dat nu au mai mers.Nu stiu daca a fost mereu vina comuna dar cand un lucru nu merge,tu ce ai face?Sincer!Incerci de cateva ori,lasi de la tine,poate lasa de la el...dar cand nu mai exista nici un fir de ata de care sa te poti prinde...Sau o sa mergi pe ideea"mai bine sa fiu nefericit(a),decat sa ma vorbesca lumea pe la spate.E o idee tampita,cel putin dupa parerea meaAvem cu totii dreptul la fericire si trebuie sa o cautam.Uneori o gasim cand abia am pasit la drum,alteori intampinam flori care se ofilesc,ca sa o spun mai estetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toata lumea crede ca sunt materialista,datorita faptului ca presa le-a facut o "adevarata imagine financiara".Erau oameni absolut normali,cu probleme financiare exact ca si ale tale,cu o masina si o casa(apartament),insa in presa se scrie...Sorana este cu "X",omul de afaceri si de aici toata lumea incepe sa-si imagineze un lux nemaintalnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut norocul sa ma nasc intr-o familie buna,nu cu o situatie financiara gen Irinel Columbeanu,dar si-au permis intotdeauna cele mai frumoase si bune lucruri pentru mine,meditatii,ore speciale de sport si teatru,haine frumoase,mancare buna si o casa extrem de frumoasa si de curata.Tatal meu este un doctor stomatolog extraordinar,mama s-a pensionat acum cativa ani si pentru ca nu suporta sa stea acasa si sa traga mata(ma rog,catelul)de coada s-a angajat la un salon.Nu vad nimic rusinos in asta asa cum nu vad nici un compromis in tot ce am facut pana acum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot presa a fost cea care m-a logodit de un milion de ori,desi eu nu am deschis astfel de subiecte.In lumea in care ma invart de atatia ani,nu poti nici sa mananci fara sa se stie daca ti-a placut sau nu.As fi ipocrita sa spun ca e groaznic,insa devine dureros atunci cand se scriu o gramada de minciuni si exista intotdeauna oameni care sa le creada pe toate.Se strange un lant de ura in jurul meu,din oameni care nu m-au vazut nici o secunda,carora nu le-am vorbit niciodata.Nu stiu daca e atat de gresit sa doresti sa fii fericit alaturi de cineva si sa il ai o viata alaturi.Cred in Dumnezeu si in puterea Lui si jur ca nu am fost niciodata materialista.Nu am pus niciodata puterea financiara inaintea omului.Nu as putea niciodata sa merg la culcare alaturi de barbatul pe care nu-l iubesc.Iubirea ma face fericita si atat timp cat ea este sincera si puternica pot muta muntii din loc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Acum sunt fericita,sunt cu adevarat fercita,extrem de iubita si iubesc cu aceasi putere inapoi.Cat timp "el"ma va iubi,pamantul o sa se invarta in jurul meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iubirea e ca si o casnicie,poate tine o clipa sau o viata intreaga,totul e sa incerci.Daca in iubire nu iti lasi inima sa iubesca cum si cat vrea ea,e ca si cand ai picura fericirea cu pipeta....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           NU IUBI CU CAPUL CI CU SUFLETUL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-829485187434183662?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/829485187434183662/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=829485187434183662&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/829485187434183662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/829485187434183662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-1922723552024312315</id><published>2009-05-13T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:20:27.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste de copil.</title><content type='html'>    Exageram!Ne straduim mult prea mult,alteori suntem delasatori...iar viata ne arata de fiecare  data ca are un plan pentru noi,poate total diferit de cel pe care ni-l facem.&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu ce mi-e scris in stele,nu stiu daca o sa fiu fericita,asa cum sunt acum sau daca o sa ma zbat o viata intraga pentru un bob de speranta nesigura si trecatoare.Stiu doar ca am cautat povesti,iluzii si am adaugat cristale iar viata mi-a aratat ca lucrurile pe care le cautam au fost intotdeauna langa mine,in locurile copilariei,pe strada cu atat de multe amintiri,cu mirosul puternic de tei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Am revenit pe strada ingusta ce alta data parea atat de mare,cu borduri inalte in care imi juleam mereu genunchii,cu strigatul mamei de la geamul din bucatarie si o mana ridicata in semn de "sunt aici".Parcul micut cu balansoarul ruginit si bara inalta pentru batut covoare,la care exersam pentru "olimpiadele de gimnastica" din spatele blocului,"scena"din scara blocului 48 bis,unde avea loc "festivalul mamaia"si desenele facute cu creta colorata pe asfaltul prafuit...Prietenii din copilarie ii revad dupa atatia ani...au uitat de jocurile noastre,au crescut insa anii care au trecut peste noi toti ne-au schimbat atat de frumos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Si evident el...baiatul dupa care ma uitam mereu si pe care nu il suportam,pentru ca eram atat de geloasa.Nu ma vedea niciodata,nici nu stia ca exist.Il observam mereu de la balcon si ii urmaream miscarile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baiatul cu ochii albastri si zambetul dulce din copilarie este,asa cum a vrut viata,barbatul care ma face sa zbor astazi si in fiecare zi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-1922723552024312315?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/1922723552024312315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=1922723552024312315&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1922723552024312315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1922723552024312315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-de-copil.html' title='Poveste de copil.'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-9204557862516108573</id><published>2009-01-06T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:43:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Revelion 2009</title><content type='html'>La Multi Ani!Deja s-au facut toate urarile posibile.De la cuvinte simple pana la poezii primite de la unii si expediate catre altii,texte compuse sau copiate,zeci de urari ne-au invadat telefoanele.Un gand frumos,(macar de sarbatori,daca in tot restul anului uitam de multe dintre persoanele care ne scriu si carora le trimitem un "sms").&lt;br /&gt;Petrecerea de revelion a fost una extraordinara.Dupa ce ne-am gandit pentru o perioada destul de lunga,la seara si petrecerea dintre ani,facand liste cu invitati si arsenalul necesar unei reusite, am contramandat tot si cu 24 h inainte de petrecere am organizat o alta.Am vrut sa fie una spectaculoasa,pe care sa nu o uite nimeni niciodata,indiferent de ce petreceri ar urma.Foarte ambitiosi,ne-am stors neuronii si telefoanele de baterii si am incins o super petrecere.Locatia a fost chiar casa noastra,mai ales curtea din spate,unde am facut patru focuri mari de tabara.In mijlocul lor a ramas"scena"sau ringul de dans.Niste torte mari,aranjate in cerc,lumini de club,adica moving head-uri,lasere,masina de fum,iar la terasa dj-ul.Am inlocuit rochiile si costumele de seara cu haine foarte groase iar pantofii eleganti cu foarte confortabilii bocanci.In casa totul a fost decorat cu foarte multa atentie.O super firma de catering,a asigurat deliciile gastronomice ce ne-au incantat invitatii.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o reusita si sigur nimeni nu o sa uite Revelionul 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Datorita faptului ca am imprumutat aparatul de fotografiat si nu a fost adus la timp,nu am poze.S-au facut poze cu un alt aparat pe care insa trebuie sa incerc sa le repar si daca reusesc o sa le postez.Daca nu,trebuie sa ma credeti pe cuvant;)&lt;br /&gt;Inca o data LA MULTI MULTI ANI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-9204557862516108573?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/9204557862516108573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=9204557862516108573&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/9204557862516108573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/9204557862516108573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-revelion-2009.html' title='Super Revelion 2009'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-4155040787988833469</id><published>2008-12-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:17:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfum de Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SVHvG3wPRTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/71d6RMyByPo/s1600-h/___Choices____by_Liek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283266739206833458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SVHvG3wPRTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/71d6RMyByPo/s400/___Choices____by_Liek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trag cortina peste un an superb.Au fost momente tensionate,clipe pline de dorinte, zile in sir de entuziasm.Am fost sanatoasa mai tot anul,   racind foarte rar.Am trecut de la o stare la alta cu o rapiditate ce mi-a amintit de copilarie,cand ma loveam si din plans porneam un ras de neoprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost un an in care am gresit dar am avut timp sa-mi indrept greselile,mi-am facut multi prieteni dar am si pierdut persoane pe care le-am crezut aproape.Am primit multe cadouri dar am si daruit inapoi din tot sufletul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi zambesc si sunt extrem de fericita.O sa ma asez la masa,langa prieteni si familie,pentru care am gatit cum am putut mai bine,condimentand traditionala masa a Craciunului cu multa iubire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti doresc sa fii fericit azi si in fiecare zi.Sa intampini noul an cu mai multa speranta,sa fii sanatos si sa ai mai multa putere de a ierta.Sa crezi in miracole iar ele sa se împlinească pentru tine...Cred ca am auzit zurgalaii de la sania Mosului,o sa-l trimit si pe la tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ai un Craciun de poveste si un An Nou de basm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarbatori magice si fii binecuvantat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-4155040787988833469?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/4155040787988833469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=4155040787988833469&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4155040787988833469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4155040787988833469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/12/parfum-de-craciun.html' title='Parfum de Craciun'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SVHvG3wPRTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/71d6RMyByPo/s72-c/___Choices____by_Liek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-361458542059064044</id><published>2008-11-22T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:47:30.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima zapada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbdOi6EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIrDkybZEWo/s1600-h/LNX3042_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271447342864853058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbdOi6EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIrDkybZEWo/s320/LNX3042_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbZmt1rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LpOqc5-EjjU/s1600-h/2133606270032662909nXrlPW_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271447341892490930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbZmt1rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LpOqc5-EjjU/s320/2133606270032662909nXrlPW_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbNiiW8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/c7TVTGzKOWw/s1600-h/1px3207_60sq1_xxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271447338653735874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbNiiW8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/c7TVTGzKOWw/s320/1px3207_60sq1_xxl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In iernile copilariei,asteptam cu nerabdare sa ninga.Imi aduc aminte cum in fiecare dimineata speram sa ma trezesc surprinsa de primii fulgi de nea.Asteptam sa vad zapada neatinsa,sclipind la prima ora a diminetii.Zi dupa zi,ma lasam pacalita de catre tabla de pe acoperisul unei case pe care o puteam vedea din patul meu.Cerul gri,forma o iluzie optica,iar tabla capata o culoare alba si lucioasa ca de zapada.Saream repede la geam si ma uitam in strada...dezamagire,nici un fulg nu se pierduse pe asfalt.Dintr-o data simteam frigul si oboseala diminetii,care pe tot drumul spre scoala ma faceau sa ma gandesc la patutul cald de acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi intr-o buna dimineata,pe nepusa masa,straduta mea imbraca o haina alba si pufoasa.Dintr-o data nu mai era frig,ci doar nerabdarea de a face primii pasi unde zapada nu era inca atinsa.&lt;br /&gt;Azi dimineata,am coborat din pat.Imi era atat de frig.Imi spuneam in gand ca detest frigul si ca vreau sa vina vara....cand....Craiasa zapezilor mi-a batut in geam ca sa se laude cu rochia ei noua.Subit am uitat tot ce am gandit si am inceput sa aplaud spectacolul oferit de fulgii de nea.Dansau in bataia vantului puternic,lasandu-se asezati peste iarba din curte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninge!Sunt pregatita de craciun,am cumparat tot ce-mi trebuie din timp,ca sa scap de aglomeratia din magazine si sa ma bucur mai mult de cei dragi.O sa imbrac intraga casa in luminite si decoratiuni vesele de craciun.Acum am si o curte imensa pe care nu o voi neglija.O sa fie Craciunul la care am visat mereu.O sa arda lemnele in semineu,trosnind incet.Vin fiert cu scortisoara,un brad impodobit cu drag si cd-urile mele cu colinde.Abia astept sa ma plimb cu sania trasa de calutii cu zurgalai,acoperita de o paturica din blanita,care sa-mi tina cald in timp ce nasul o sa fie rosu de frig ca a lui Rudof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sa-mi astept prietenii acasa,la o masa plina de bunatati.Sa miroasa a cozonac si portocala.Sa le deschid usa colindatorilor,pentru care o sa pregatesc pachetele cu nuci,protocale,covrigi,si ceva banuti.Sa le vad fetele inghetate de frig si rosii in obraji.Sa-i scriu lui Mos Craciun lista cu dorinte.Am fost cuminte si  am muncit mult.O sa-i cer sa-mi dea sanatate pentru a ma bucura de oamenii dragi,ce-mi trec pragul casei in noaptea de Ajun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un cadou extraordinar e prietena mea,plecata in Germania,pe care imi doresc sa o am acasa de Craciun,alaturi de toti prietenii buni pe care Dumnezeu i-a adus in viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa vina Craciunul,sunt mai pregatita ca niciodata sa-l astept cu sufletul impacat si cu o fericire imensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-361458542059064044?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/361458542059064044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=361458542059064044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/361458542059064044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/361458542059064044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/11/prima-zapada.html' title='Prima zapada'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SSfxbdOi6EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIrDkybZEWo/s72-c/LNX3042_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-940568922837672257</id><published>2008-10-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:49:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special pentru Dana Enache</title><content type='html'>Draga doamna...esti tare dusa cu pluta,pe romaneste.Chiar n-am nici un chef sa ma folosesc de diplomatie in ceea ce te priveste,pentru ca numai un om lipsit de scrupule putea apela la ceea ce ai apelat tu.Daca tot nu aveai ce scrie si te-ai gandit sa te folosesti de acest blog pentru poze si un asa zis citat,in intentia de al folosi in scopul unui"interviu",puteai macar sa scrii corect.Unu la mana nu am fost in Turcia cu iubitul meu,ci in Egipt.Doi,nu am avut nici o relatie de iubire cu Dan Bittman,ci suntem prieteni de foarte multi ani.Trei,nu am fost nici macar o secunda logodita cu Claudiu Patrascu(alaturi de care am stat trei ani,nu un an),Andrei(care nu stiu de unde ai auzit ca m-a parasit dupa doi ani,am stat un an impreuna si ne-am despartit civilizat de comun acord) sau Alexandru(cu care repet nu m-am logodit)si il cheama Stanculescu,nu Stefanescu.Patru,nu am renovat casa in care am stat cu iubitul meu si parintii lui,asadar bag de seama ca nu prea stii sa citesti.Cinci,am 25 de ani,nu 26.Cat despre firma mea de design,am un loc liber la zidarie,macar in felul asta nu ai cum sa mai dezinformezi lumea.&lt;br /&gt;Puteai sa dai un telefon si sa intrebi asa cum face toata lumea.Cu siguranta iti raspundeam politicos la intrebari asa cum am facut intotdeauna.Deci,draga doamna...te invit politicos sa suporti consecintele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-940568922837672257?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/940568922837672257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=940568922837672257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/940568922837672257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/940568922837672257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-pentru-dana-enache.html' title='Special pentru Dana Enache'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-3780178329577224964</id><published>2008-10-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:20:59.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musafiri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BB-DmFXI/AAAAAAAAANc/78laXZvi6bo/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642548164892018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BB-DmFXI/AAAAAAAAANc/78laXZvi6bo/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BCGGQLwI/AAAAAAAAANk/2JGfs1k4OcA/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642550323523330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BCGGQLwI/AAAAAAAAANk/2JGfs1k4OcA/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BCmxcEbI/AAAAAAAAANs/fgBxjU7fi9M/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642559094591922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="261" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BCmxcEbI/AAAAAAAAANs/fgBxjU7fi9M/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cateva saptamani ma trezesc cu livada invadata de niste musafiri cel putin ciudati.Cativa caluti albi si un manz gri,isi fac aparitia in fiecare zi.Ospatul e pe masura musafirilor,iarba proaspata,cat vezi cu ochii.Inainte de masa isi fac siesta,se scarpina cu pofta de prunii si merii din livada,dupa care poftesc in "salonul de mese"(gradina din spate)unde mananca pe nerasuflate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shamu,catel cu simtul proprietetii ii latra de mama focului,insa spre "marea lui surprindere",acesti musafiri n-au pic de bun simt.Se servesc cu apa proaspata din izvorul care imi traverseaza curtea,mai zabovesc cateva ore,dupa care pleaca.Macar lasa curat in urma lor(daca intelegi ce vreau sa spun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultima data cand au venit in vizita,l-au convins pe Shamu ca iarba este buna.Asa ca mai nou catelul meu se crede cal si iese cu "prietenii"la pascut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-3780178329577224964?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/3780178329577224964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=3780178329577224964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3780178329577224964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3780178329577224964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/10/musafiri.html' title='Musafiri....'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SP4BB-DmFXI/AAAAAAAAANc/78laXZvi6bo/s72-c/DSC_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-1924321771833011520</id><published>2008-10-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:53:46.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un pitic atat de mic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SPJgXA5mMpI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZBK2s6lAg0E/s1600-h/PA110205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369663589626514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SPJgXA5mMpI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZBK2s6lAg0E/s400/PA110205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce implineste o familie?Ce o face sa fie familie?Un copil!Nici nu mai conteaza ce este,fetita sau baiat,daca sunt gemeni,tripleti sau unul singur.Sanatos sa fie(si vorba mamei mele"un gram de noroc si fericire sa aibe").Da,imi doresc un copil,mai exact doi.Un baiat si o fetita.Le-am gasit si numele;Sheila Marie si Edon Alexander.Cred ca mai toate cuplurile isi doresc doi copii,fetita si baiat.Insa in momentul in care ramai insarcinata,acest lucru chiar nu mai conteaza deoarece e pe cale sa se petreaca un miracol.Sa dai viata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai este atat de putin pana atunci.....Familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De curand prietena mea a nascut,mai exact pe 9.10.2008.Sincer,nu am vazut niciodata un nou nascut mai frumos,o printesa cum ii spun parintii.Ma bucur din toata inima pentru ei si abia astept sa imbratisez"cariera de mama".Felicitari Simo si Doru si BINE AI VENIT Andra Ioana.Sa fii sanatoasa,fericita,iubita si cele mai frumoase dorinte sa devina realitate.Ingerasii sa iti pazeasca fiecare vis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-1924321771833011520?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/1924321771833011520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=1924321771833011520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1924321771833011520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/1924321771833011520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-pitic-atat-de-mic.html' title='Un pitic atat de mic....'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SPJgXA5mMpI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZBK2s6lAg0E/s72-c/PA110205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-8485227361760968870</id><published>2008-10-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:55:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi,duminica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi e duminica,ploua...abia acum simt ca a venit toamna.M-am trezit destul de tarziu dar am prefarat sa mai lenevesc un pic in patutul meu cald..Am "indrazit"sa cobor din pat.Mi-am mangaiat catelul,care dormea linistit in patul lui.Pana si lui Shamu i-a fost greu sa se trezeasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am uitat pe geam,afara in curte.Nu e de mirare ca sunt atat de obosita...e frig si ploua de aseara fara incetare.Ieri ma jucam cu Shamu cu mingea prin curte si m-am plimbat desculta prin iarba,azi in schimb sunt numai baltoace.Nici nu ma mai uit pe geam,ma prost dispune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am coborat scarile,traversand sufrageria.Bezna.Am aprins lumina in bucatarie,scotocind prin frigider.Da.Iaurt si cereale.Cafea?Nup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un pic energizata,am inceput sa ma bucur de ziua de ieri.Am facut inca un pas important,inca o realizare...sunt mandra ce persoana care am ajuns sa fiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Azi sunt libera.E singura zi din saptamana in care nu trebuie sa ma gandesc la alte lucruri decat la lucruri dulci care-mi plac.Azi ma relaxez cu un film bun,cu o poveste.Pentru ca azi e duminica si e toamna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Sa ai o duminica perfecta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-8485227361760968870?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/8485227361760968870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=8485227361760968870&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8485227361760968870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8485227361760968870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/10/aziduminica.html' title='Azi,duminica.'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-2510294783919238895</id><published>2008-09-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:41:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauza de un ceai cu lapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248071737560587282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SNTlcJkQ3BI/AAAAAAAAANE/ICDmMiR4UmQ/s400/sorana_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai scris de ceva timp.Am fost foarte ocupata si prinsa in diferite proiecte.Cel mai placut proiect a fost mutatul in casa noua si renovarea fostei case dupa designul ales de mine.Da,foarte curand o sa-mi indeplinesc un vis si anume firma de design interior.Momentan am inca foarte multe de invatat dar invat cu o enorma placere.Cea mai interesanta parte este cea in care trebuie sa-mi pun la punct arta de a desena.In copilarie nu-mi iesea atat de bine si aveam "talentul" extraordinar de a desena in loc de un catel,un dragon sau orice altceva.Asadar da,eram antitalent.Dar am invatat ca poti face orice daca iti doresti cu adevarat.Munca si dedicatie!Cand o sa termin casa,promit sa pun pozele pe blog,insa pana atunci stau dupa muncitori(programul lor extraordinar de munca..offf ..frigul teribil de afara)si dupa norocul de a gasi toate materialele de care am nevoie pentru cuibusorul drag.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum,din nou la munca...&lt;br /&gt;Pana data viitoare,va pup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-2510294783919238895?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SNTlcJkQ3BI/AAAAAAAAANE/ICDmMiR4UmQ/s72-c/sorana_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-709067080479658967</id><published>2008-07-23T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:56:29.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficialitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvCNSDVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tWH2CkwnDlI/s1600-h/planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199477191314770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvCNSDVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tWH2CkwnDlI/s400/planet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvriALOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q98ZqTIp-mA/s1600-h/famine_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199488284077282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvriALOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q98ZqTIp-mA/s400/famine_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvqCeHNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/trAHOJ8mEmM/s1600-h/hunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199487883386066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvqCeHNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/trAHOJ8mEmM/s400/hunger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwv7TocAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LU-L3mD28Yo/s1600-h/Happy_Children.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma uitam aseara la un documentar despre frumoasa noastra planeta.Oamenii de stiinta vorbeau despre pericolul care ne paste si situatia de autodistrugere in care ne aflam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am inceput sa ma simt vinovata pentru fiecare moment de neatentie;o lumina uitata aprinsa,mancarea pe care o arunc,iarba pe care o calc,cada pe care o umplu cu apa pentru o baie relaxanta cu spuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intrega planeta sufera teribil pentru fiecare actiune a noastra.Ma uitam cum zilnic mor oameni si animale din cauza superficialitatii noastre.In timp ce mergem spre servici nu ne gandim decat la cum aratam,cati bani sa facem,cum sa le asiguram copiiilor nostri un viitor cat mai linistit...in schimb le oferim unul murdar,imbacsit de toxine,un viitor poluat si bolnav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stinge lumina in urma ta.Nu lasa apa sa curga fara folos.Nu cumpara mai mult decat iti trebuie.Nu arunca gunoaie in srada.Nu rupe florile.Nu taia copacii.Nu calca iarba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Impreuna putem ajuta,impreuna putem reface planeta...de dragul copiiilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inca mai avem o sansa daca incepem de azi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-709067080479658967?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/709067080479658967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=709067080479658967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/709067080479658967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/709067080479658967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/07/superficialitate.html' title='Superficialitate'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIcwvCNSDVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tWH2CkwnDlI/s72-c/planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-4167291932398941484</id><published>2008-07-21T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:31:50.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galerie Foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SI3210YLkgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/409u3Jj2tlM/s1600-h/6_5B3W0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228106146900578818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SI3210YLkgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/409u3Jj2tlM/s400/6_5B3W0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Euforia Midnight Sun -Dana Dorobantu,Dj Wanda,Raluca Sava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISyTCyrXJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yhpycp-Emjc/s1600-h/Sorana-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225497507893304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISyTCyrXJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yhpycp-Emjc/s400/Sorana-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto pentru sitcom Fast-Food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISyTmd7uQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n9kkpil2emY/s1600-h/sorana+lapland.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225497517469972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISyTmd7uQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n9kkpil2emY/s400/sorana+lapland.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Laponia 2007 sedinta foto Stuart Conway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxdpd5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jkAd0YwJWMA/s1600-h/DSC_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496590562191186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxdpd5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jkAd0YwJWMA/s400/DSC_6044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (vancanta Turcia 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxd_H7CrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b3oMsBlDqZY/s1600-h/DSC_6326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496596375603890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxd_H7CrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b3oMsBlDqZY/s400/DSC_6326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Antalya Sera Club Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxerM8H9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/kWZXccoha_U/s1600-h/DSC_9036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496608207806418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxerM8H9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/kWZXccoha_U/s400/DSC_9036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxfBXIecI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eQPMzgIX8lc/s1600-h/DSC_9053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496614156138946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxfBXIecI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eQPMzgIX8lc/s400/DSC_9053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxfI31NXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2WDSK-RarEo/s1600-h/mare_147533_1foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496616172336498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISxfI31NXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2WDSK-RarEo/s400/mare_147533_1foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto Pro Tv Magazin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISw3IM4qUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/464avXM19Hc/s1600-h/72106_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495928797440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISw3IM4qUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/464avXM19Hc/s400/72106_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto Fanatik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISw4Qc0BvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-jcIRl0gQaY/s1600-h/DSC_0996.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495948191598322" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; " alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISw4Qc0BvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-jcIRl0gQaY/s400/DSC_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vacanta Egipt-safari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwLks9SjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wziZGUza970/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495180533910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwLks9SjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wziZGUza970/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto pentru albumul lui Iustin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwL7xw4GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rpodtcuGtjM/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495186728083554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwL7xw4GI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rpodtcuGtjM/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Fashion Summer Week-prezentare pentru Casa Donna Nobile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwMSf8n1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3vLpVliJBgg/s1600-h/72100_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495192827371346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwMSf8n1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3vLpVliJBgg/s400/72100_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto pentru albumul Sha-na-na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwMtWrRxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R-rjQU58qWM/s1600-h/72105_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225495200036243218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SISwMtWrRxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R-rjQU58qWM/s400/72105_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sedinta foto Euforia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-4167291932398941484?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/4167291932398941484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=4167291932398941484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4167291932398941484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/4167291932398941484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/07/galerie-foto.html' title='Galerie Foto'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SI3210YLkgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/409u3Jj2tlM/s72-c/6_5B3W0760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-3693506655136140240</id><published>2008-07-19T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:43:56.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cei mai buni prieteni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SS_4APPdybI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z_hFOgUlzrg/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706371649227186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SS_4APPdybI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z_hFOgUlzrg/s400/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Claudia si Rares(Zuzii)...si distractiile se tin lant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SS_30__h3uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/heAYT2w7GtA/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIYBv576znI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9-AFCwRJBzU/s1600-h/_MG_2512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225866340127657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIYBv576znI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9-AFCwRJBzU/s400/_MG_2512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Simona-Zimmo,persoana care imi aduce cele mai frumoase amintiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIItnLNmGOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jq5zaHHBjdI/s1600-h/Photo-0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224788668751157474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIItnLNmGOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jq5zaHHBjdI/s400/Photo-0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Silviu-cel mai bun prieten"Fratemiu")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIItnmfZaxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uBJsRyhQSNg/s1600-h/KC7P7368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224788676073581330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SIItnmfZaxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uBJsRyhQSNg/s400/KC7P7368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Silvia-cea mai buna prietena"Dulci")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uneori ma retrag in coltisorul acela micut din mintea mea unde sunt numai eu cu mine...si ma gandesc...la oamenii dragi din viata mea,la lucrurile frumoase pe care le-au facut pentru mine,la acele lucruri pe care le spun pentru a ma face sa zambesc cand sunt trista.Sunt oamenii care ma accepta asa cum sunt,buna,rea,cu defecte si calitati.M-au inteles mereu si mi-au sustinut alegerile facute.De la ei am inteles ca distanta ce ne desparte nu face decat de ne intareasca prietenia."Prietenia indelungata e cu dor pastrata,prietenia adevarata cu sinceritate presarata."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va multumesc ca sunteti prietenii mei si va iubesc tare mult! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A voastra Zuza.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-3693506655136140240?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/3693506655136140240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=3693506655136140240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3693506655136140240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/3693506655136140240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/07/cei-mai-buni-prieteni.html' title='Cei mai buni prieteni'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SS_4APPdybI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z_hFOgUlzrg/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-682796245685967391</id><published>2008-07-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:19:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Inainte sa vina pe pamant,un bebelus vorbea cu Dumnezeu;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dumnezeu,dar imi e teama sa merg printre straini,nu cunosc pe nimeni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nu o sa fii singur.Un inger trimis de Mine o sa te insoteasca in calatoria ta pe pamant si o sa aibe grija de tine.I-a raspuns Dumnezeu copilului.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Doamne dar cum o sa ma inteleg cu ingerul,in ce limba o sa-mi vorbeasca?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nu trebuie sa ii cunosti limba,ingerul o sa te inteleaga,o sa stie ce iti doresti fara sa-i  vorbesti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Doamne,dar cand o sa-mi fie dor de Tine,ce o sa fac? Intreba copilul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ingerul o sa te invete sa te rogi si de fiecare data cand o sa-Mi vorbesti,Eu o sa fiu langa tine.Chiar daca nu o sa Ma vezi,ai sa-Mi simti prezenta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inainte sa plece pe pamant,copilul avea o ultima intrebare;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Doamne dar cum il cheama pe inger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Dumnezeu i-a raspuns;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Numele nu conteaza.Tu o sa-i spui mama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  M-am gandit de multe ori cum as putea sa-i spun mamei cat de mult o iubesc.Cum as putea gasii vreodata cuvintele prin care sa-i multumesc pentru cadoul facut...viata.Desi am crescut,pentru ea o sa raman mereu fetita ei,cu doua codite,inconjurata de multe jucarii.Dar stii ceva?Cand ma strange in bratele ei protectoare,exact asa ma simt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-682796245685967391?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/682796245685967391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=682796245685967391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/682796245685967391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/682796245685967391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucruri-simple_03.html' title='Lucruri simple'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-6533419265892900739</id><published>2008-07-03T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:49:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri simple</title><content type='html'>O sa-ti spun o poveste exact cum am auzit-o si eu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intr-o zi am intrat in camera surorii mele alaturi de cumnatul meu.M-am asezat pe pat si il priveam in timp ce scotocea prin dulapul ei.A scos o cutie colorata,sigilata.S-a asezat pe pat langa mine,a deschis cutia si mi-a spus; "Lenjeria asta a cumparat-o sora ta cand eram in luna de miere,a spus ca vrea sa o poarte intr-un moment special".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apoi ne-am urcat in masina si ne-am indreptat catre funerariile ei.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Traieste fiecare clipa,fiecare moment in fiecare zi ca si cand ar fi cel mai important eveniment.Fiecare zi este speciala pentru ca tu esti deosebit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-6533419265892900739?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/6533419265892900739/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=6533419265892900739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6533419265892900739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6533419265892900739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucruri-simple.html' title='Lucruri simple'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-952027028541801760</id><published>2008-05-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:42:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legea atractiei</title><content type='html'>"Secretul este raspunsul la tot ce a fost,tot ce este si tot ceea ce va fi"&lt;br /&gt;(R.W.Emerson)&lt;br /&gt;Care este cheia succesului?&lt;br /&gt;Rapsunsul confuz face ca intrebarea sa fie din ce in ce mai importanta,iar raspunsul un mare secret.Totusi unii oameni par a fi gasit "cheia succesului".&lt;br /&gt;Acest secret iti da tot ceea ce vrei.Fericire,sanatate si bogatie.Poti sa ai,sa faci si sa fii tot ceea ce iti doresti.Secretul este "Legea atractiei".&lt;br /&gt;Totul in jurul nostru este energie,noi suntem energie,gandurile si emotiile noastre sunt energii care atrag energii.Devii ceea ce gandesti in majoritatea timpului dar si atragi lucrurile la care te gandesti cel mai mult.Intelegand asta vei fi dobandit fundamentul intelegerii a tot ce se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;GANDURILE DEVIN LUCRURI.Tot ceea ce se intampla in viata ta se intampla pentru ca este atras de tine.Este vorba despre ceea ce gandesti,procesele din mintea ta atrag ceea ce ti se intampla.Gandeste-o asa;esti un magnet si atragi tot ceea ce exista in jurul tau,pentru ca esti energie inconjurat de energie.FORTA.Fiecare gand are o anumita frecventa si gandurile pot fi masurate.Daca te gandesti la un lucru anume,mereu, si iti imaginezi acel lucru,fie ca este o masina noua,o casa,vila daca vrei,sau sa-ti gasesti sufletul pereche,emiti acea frecventa in mod constant.Gandurile emit semnalul electromagnetic,care trimite catre tine ceea ce le seamana.In esenta,legea atractiei spune ca asemanatorul atrage asemanatorul.Gandesti iubire,vei atrage iubire,gandesti abundenta,vei atrage abundenta,gandesti teama vei atrage teama.Cei mai multi oameni gandesc ceea ce nu vor sa se intample,insa motorul functioneaza de fiecare data la fel,ce gandesti aia primesti.Gandurile sunt bune si rele,pot sa-ti placa sau nu.LUCRUL RASPUNDE GANDURILOR TALE.Cand iti doresti ceva foarte mult,semnalul pe care gandurile tale il emit in Univers este ca acel lucru sa se intample,dar daca te gandesti ca un lucru nu iti place se poate intampla,nu il indepartezi,dimpotriva,activezi chiar gandul a ceea ce nu vrei iar legea atractiei il aduce catre tine.Traim intr-un Univers bazat pe atractie,indiferent daca intelegi sau nu,chiar daca crezi sau nu.Functioneaza infailibil.Totul inseamna timp si este in folosul tau.Ai timp sa te gandesti la ceea ce iti doresti cu adevarat,sa devii constient de gandurile tale si sa vezi in timp cum totul devine posibil.&lt;br /&gt;Daca gandim pozitiv si avem o orientare pozitiva,atragem oameni pozitivi,evenimente pozitive si situatii pozitive.Daca suntem negativi in orientare si maniosi,atragem oameni rai si maniosi,astfel incat ajungi sa atragi lucruri asemanatoare gandurilor tale indiferent daca acestea sunt constiente sau nu.In asta consta secretul,in PUTEREA MINTII noastre.Legea atractiei este evidenta si este peste tot in jurul tau,iar tu esti un magnet care atrage oamnei,evenimente,situatii si moduri de viata.Traim intr-un Univers in care exista legi.&lt;br /&gt;Exista o lege a gravitatiei si,&lt;br /&gt;conform ei, daca cazi de pe o cladire,indiferent ca esti bun sau rau,te vei izbi de pamant.Tot ce te inconjoara acum in viata,inclusiv lucrurile de care te plangi,sunt lucruri pe care le-ai atras.&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai multi dintre noi,atrag prin insusi felul lor de a fi.Gandurile noastre,sentimentele noastre nu pot fi controlate de noi,asta ne face oameni.Este ca si cand ar fi puse pe pilot automat si ceva sau cineva le declanseaza.Nu iti poti monotoriza gandurile si nici nu incerca sa faci asta pentru ca te-ar innebuni.Aici intervine sitemul tau emotional de ghidare.Este cel care te ajuta sa intelegi ceea ce gandesti.Gandurile iti determina sentimentele si de aici emotiile.Cum te simti acum?Te simti bine,excelent,continua si vei vedea ca pe parcursul zilei vei atrage situatii pozitive.Trezeste-te dinimeata fara sa te gandesti la cat de multe ai de facut sau la seful teribil de la servici.Nu te lasa deranjat de alarma ceasului,sunetul poate fi placut,si bea-ti cafeaua ca intr-o zi libera de primavara.Iesi din casa cu zambetul pe buze,chiar daca traficul e groaznic,chiar daca e prea frig sau prea cald,gandeste-te la ceva frumos si frumosul il vei atrage.Nici nu-ti dai seama ca o simpla schimbare emotionala,poate sa-ti schimbe intraga zi.Poti chiar de acum sa incepi sa te simti sanatos,fericit sau prosper,chiar daca aceste lucruri nu sunt acolo,emotia pozitiva declanseaza gandul pozitiv,gandul,energia pozitiva,energia atrage acel lucru din Univers pe care tu il doresti.Scrie tot ce iti doresti si scrie ca si cand ar fi la prezent,ca si cand ai locui in acea vila din povesti,ca si cand ai conduce acea masina din revista.Nu se intampla peste noapte,sau o saptamana,doua.Esti propriul tau magician,puterea ta e dorinta.Daca suntem facuti dupa chipul si asemanarea lui Dumnezeu,puterea sta in fiecare dintre noi sa fim Dumnezeul nostru,sa cautam binele si vindecarea in noi.&lt;br /&gt;Cum lucreaza defapt acest Univers pentru ca dorinta noastra sa devina un lucru.Sunt trei pasi.In primul rand sa ceri.Sa-ti doresti cu adevarat,sa-ti eliberezi mintea de tot ceea ce inseamna "nu pot,e prea greu,e imposibil".E ca si cand ar exista un catalog in Univers si tot ceea ce trebuie sa faci este sa ceri.Al doilea pas este "raspunsul".Nu este vorba despre a da forma fizica cerintelor tale.Universul va face asta pentru tine.Universul se va rearanja pentru a se pune in conformitate cu dorintele tale.Daca cercetezi un pic este evident.Oricine a incercat sa realizeze ceva,nu stia cum va face acel ceva sau ce va fi defapt,ci doar ca va face ceva.Tu vei atrage doar modul in care sa se intample.Totul este sa crezi ca Universul lucreza pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si pasul al treilea este sa primesti.Primirea a ceea ce ceri.Pentru a primii trebuie sa te situezi pe aceasi unda cu ceea ce ceri.Cand faci acest lucru te simti minunat.Acesta este entuziasmul,recunostinta,bucuria.Iata cum se simte aceasta stare.Uite-te in jurul tau,daca exista un lucru cat de mic,pe care ti l-ai dorit si l-ai obtinut,emotia care te cuprinde...acela este al treilea pas.Atunci esti pe aceasi lungime de unda cu ceea ce ai cerut.Cand incepi sa-ti transpui fanteziile in fapte,vei fii in pozitia de a construi fantezii din ce in ce mai indraznete.Du-te si testeaza masina pe care ti-o doresti,intereseaza-te de lucrurile pe care ai vrea sa le cumperi pentru casa ta de vis,toate astea iti genereaza dorinta de a le avea iar energia le atrage.&lt;br /&gt;"Fa primul pas cu incredere. Nu trebuie sa vezi&lt;br /&gt;intreaga scara. Pur si simplu paseste." M. L. King&lt;br /&gt;Sunt unul dintre oamenii fericiti care cred in dorinta si care isi doreste lucruri care de care mai nebunesti.Cele mai multe lucruri au aparut deja si sunt recunoscatoare.Pentru multe dintre lucrurile pe care le am,nu am facut decat sa-mi doresc sa le am,sa ma bucur de ele si numai cand ma gandeam ca o sa le am,parca deja le simteam in jurul meu.Magia ma urmareste pas cu pas si este peste tot in jurul meu.Nimic din ceea ce se intampla nu este un accident,totul se intampla pentru ca vreau sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;"Imaginatia este totul. Este puterea de previziune a ceea ce va urma in viata."&lt;br /&gt;Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-952027028541801760?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/952027028541801760/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=952027028541801760&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/952027028541801760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/952027028541801760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/05/legea-atractiei.html' title='Legea atractiei'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-8345102824901137922</id><published>2008-05-20T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:30:14.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poze Egipt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU4Yf_RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/D3oU8iefz8A/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580484587570434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU4Yf_RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/D3oU8iefz8A/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU5Yf_RRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aTKS2PaTzSc/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580501767439634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU5Yf_RRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aTKS2PaTzSc/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU6of_RSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0bqqSJidh30/s1600-h/DSC_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580523242276130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU6of_RSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0bqqSJidh30/s320/DSC_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU7Yf_RTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ve8RbLDHcJM/s1600-h/DSC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580536127178034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU7Yf_RTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ve8RbLDHcJM/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU7of_RUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B-FwnyY1eRU/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580540422145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU7of_RUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B-FwnyY1eRU/s320/DSC_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdpIG1qhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UBodxx4YZek/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdp4G1qiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jdh1XrfFqmc/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534599815965218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdp4G1qiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jdh1XrfFqmc/s200/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdqoG1qjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZWGvCAGYXFs/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534612700867122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdqoG1qjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZWGvCAGYXFs/s200/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdr4G1qkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5km430meTYI/s1600-h/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534634175703618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdr4G1qkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5km430meTYI/s200/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUNCA,MUNCA.Dar pana cand?Asa ca am luat o scurta pauza si am decis sa plec intr-o vacanta scurta si sa vizitez Egiptul.O tara incarcata de mister si parfum exotic.Daca te astepti sa gasesti un lux nemaintalnit,nu-ti recomand sa o vizitezi dar pentru bagajul tau de experiente si cunostinte este un loc extraordinar.Daca iti place ceaiul de hibiscus,trebuie doar sa treci prin fata unui magazin si in foarte scurt timp primesti invitatia vanzatorului(de cele mai multe ori a patronului)sa intri si sa bei alaturi de el un ceai.O sa-ti prezinte o gama larga de uleiuri naturale si esente de parfum dar trebuie sa stii ca nu ai sanse sa parasesti magazinul fara un cadou si cateva cumparaturi facute.Si daca ai fost vazut intrand intr-un magazin,poti fi sigur ca le vei vizita pe toate sub pretextul aceluiasi ceai de hibiscus,care evident in final se lasa cu alte cumparaturi.Si tot asa.Nu uita sa spui ca esti roman!O sa-ti spuna imediat ca aduci la trasaturi cu un egiptean si ca romanii sunt minunati.Sunt tare draguti dar dupa patru magazine vizitate o sa ai senzatia ca asculti un disc stricat care se opreste continuu la acelasi fragment.Daca esti barbat si ai decis sa mergi in vacanta alaturi de iubita(si daca mai ai si "nenorocul" sa fie frumoasa)iti sugerez sa te incarci cu mult calm si cu zambet.Nu de alta dar o sa-ti ofere foarte multe camile daca "o faci uitata prin Egipt".Plus complimente peste complimente.Pentru o femeie este magulitor mai ales daca iubitul refuza 6.000 de camile,asta in timp ce o camila nu este ieftina(ca idee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMdsIG1qlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKhT3txR4bw/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daca alegi sa pleci in excursii(foarte important este sa le alegi pe cele care iti sunt oferite de catre agentia de turism),trebuie sa-ti spun ca soferii lor sunt un pic cam kamikaze.Merg cu 120-170km/h,cu autocarul si uita sa aprinda farurile noaptea.Nu trebuie sa stii limba araba ca sa intelegi semnele de circulatie,pentru ca nu exista,insa au sosele de o mie de ori mai bune ca la noi.&lt;br /&gt;Bine,bine,plimbare,cumparaturi dar mancarea?Am o veste neplacuta.Noua nu ne-a placut.Ori pentru ca in general romanii gatesc foarte bine,ori datorita antipatiei pe care o poarta egiptenii rusilor(care sunt multi si merg si gratis din motive istorice pentru inca doi ani).Dar parerea nu este generala.AM INTALNIT SI ROMANI FERICITI!Au fost cativa care spuneau ca mancarea este buna.Sa nu te astepti la specialitati culinare egiptene.Cand am intrebat de ce nu mancam ceva deosebit ne-au spus de rusi(motivele enumerate mai sus) si au indus si motivul cum ca mancarea lor este foarte picanta.Hmm,asa sa fie.Ca sa nu ajungi sa mananci paine cu unt(mai stiu eu de unii)iti recomand sa comanzi in camera(nu este all inclusive dar este mancabila,chiar buna).Oricum si daca iti place mancarea lor,te rog sa ai grija sa pleci cu ceva pastile(Furazolidon)la tine,ca sa nu-ti strici vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;Una peste alta,ti-am spus ca este o experienta si ca orice experienta,poate sa fie placuta sau neplacuta.Eu una as repeta-o cu placere de fiecare data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-8345102824901137922?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/8345102824901137922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=8345102824901137922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8345102824901137922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/8345102824901137922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/05/poze-egipt.html' title='Poze Egipt'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDbU4Yf_RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/D3oU8iefz8A/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-5170372793630928738</id><published>2008-05-19T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:58:59.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egipt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDFmTYG1qSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U7m_btU4sfo/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDFmToG1qTI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Z3gcgY2rdI/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202051531959281970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDFmToG1qTI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Z3gcgY2rdI/s200/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-5170372793630928738?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/5170372793630928738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=5170372793630928738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5170372793630928738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/5170372793630928738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/05/egipt.html' title='Egipt'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDFmToG1qTI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Z3gcgY2rdI/s72-c/DSC_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-9166913888477436372</id><published>2008-04-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:31:36.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Daca mi-ar fi spus cineva cu ani in urma,ca o sa parasesc orasul natal,zau ca nu as fi crezut.Bucuresti.Un oras atat de mare,luminat si agitat.Pe de alta parte,mult prea aglomerat,foarte prafuit si plin de gropi.Desi detesti traficul si faptul ca masina ta sta mai mult pe la reparat,felul in care trebuie sa te strecori printre toate masinile si sa induri ore intregi pana ajungi la destinatie(cand pe jos ai face numai 5 minute),"cuvintele frumoase"care-ti sunt adresate de ceilalti participanti la trafic,tot nu ai parasi capitala.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am ascultat inima,am urmat-o si iata-ma la Sibiu.Hermannstadt-Capitala Culturala Europeana 2007.In 2007 m-am mutat aici si sincer mi-a fost foarte greu sa fiu departe de prieteni si de familie.Drogul agitatiei cotidiene ma chinuia teribil dar incet,incet am inceput sa indragesc acest loc.Aerul pe care il respir este atat de curat,oamenii pe care-i intalnesc sunt prietenosi iar zambetul lor este un accept al prieteniei pe care ti-o ofera.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc acest oras .Viata mea s-a schimbat din bine in excelent si fac lucruri la care nici nu indrazneam sa visez....&lt;br /&gt;&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/8333902297803231053-9166913888477436372?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/9166913888477436372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>A.S.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8SbP37SvI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTV0AsyHUKU/s1600-h/Sorana-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 111px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8Y0_37S3I/AAAAAAAAACg/5HXlWGw8TNw/s200/asia7un0.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 100px" height="124" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8Y0v37S2I/AAAAAAAAACY/YCICGqCToOQ/s200/31214_Eu__tu_si___luna_de_pe_cer.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8Y0_37S4I/AAAAAAAAACo/nY-K_ngoDb4/s200/asia35.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8Y1P37S5I/AAAAAAAAACw/2OGhq5zOj7o/s200/intro4a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era primavara lui 1999,mai exact 6 martie cand am deschis usa studioului din strada Mihai Eminescu 89.Studioul lui Adrian Ordean.Abia implinisem 16 ani si eram eleva doamnei Viorela Filip la canto.Ne pregateam de un spectacol si habar nu aveam ce piesa sa cant,pana cand am auzit la televizor o piesa a lui Nadin,compusa de Adrian Odrean.Am primit numarul lui de telefon si aveam sa-l sun pentru a stabili o intalnire in urma careia primeam negativul piesei.Mi-am notat pe un caiet de biologie intreaga conversatie,de la "buna seara,ma scuzati ca deranjez" pana la "multumesc mult,o seara buna".Aveam emotii si nu vroiam sa ma incurc.&lt;br /&gt;Iata-ma a doua zi fata in fata cu unul dintre "monstrii muzicii romanesti","omul cu slagarul in maneca",asa cum era numit de catre prietenii din breasla.M-a ascultat cantand,m-a pus sa ma ridic in picioare ca sa vada cat de inalta sunt si mi-a propus sa-mi indeplineasca cea mai mare dorinta,aceea ce a canta intr-o trupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pe 8 martie mi-am cunoscut colegele:Anca,o tipa inalta,cu parul"lung,blond,lins",Irina...ma amuzam spunandu-i ca seamana cu Morticia Adams,deoarece purta o rochie neagra si lunga pana in pamant,parul negru si buzele rosii,o fata de 24 de ani,foarte frumoasa.Si Anemona,o creata la fel de zapacita ca mine,care mi-a fost si cea mai buna prietena din trupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pe 10 martie am sarbatorit ziua lui Adi iar a doua zi am inceput inregistrarile.Nu-mi venea sa cred.Ma aflam in fata unui aparat cu sute de butoane,un microfon care avea in fata lui...un ciorap?Ce loc ciudat dar atat de frumos.Intr-un timp foarte scurt am cunoscut atat de multe persoane incat nu puteam sa le retin numele si nici fiecare ce facea.Recunosc,eram extrem de ametita din fire si am primit din acest motiv porecla "trei ani si-un dinte".Repetitii peste repetitii,inregistrari si alte inregistrari,coregrafii dar un singur lucru ne lipsea...numele trupei.Am petrecut cateva ore bune in studio incercand sa nascocim un nume,dar nimic din jur nu ne inspira.A doua zi,in drum spre scoala,am facut o oprire la studio.Atunci ne-a venit ideea si am fost prima care a aflat cum se va numi trupa...A.S.I.A. Anca,Sorana,Irina,Anemona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Au inceput concertele,filmarile si parca nu-mi dadeam seama ce se intampla.Primii bani pe care i-am castigat cu trupa au fost 800 de mii de lei(vechi).Eram extrem de fericita pentru ca erau bani facuti prin munca mea,munca in echipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Succesul ce a urmat nu poate redat in cuvinte."Inima mea",facea furori iar noi apaream peste tot.Daca eram in masina si dadeam pe radio,noi,schimbam postul,tot noi.Concerte,fani,autografe.Nu am crezut niciodata ca o sa-mi scriu numele de atatea ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Departe de familie si cu extrem de multe ore de munca,stresul a inceput sa-si spuna cuvantul si pe rand fetele au cedat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prima care a parasit trupa a fost Anemona.A dorit sa-si continue studiile,facultatea de teatru,iar A.S.I.A. nu ii permitea prezenta la ore.A fost foarte dureros,cel putin pentru mine iar pe Alexandra,urmatoarea colega,am acceptat-o destul de greu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alexandra,eleva a Colegiului Iulia Hasdeu din Bucuresti,colega de liceu cu mine.Semana izbitor cu Britney Spears si dealtfel era si fan.Ne-am imprietenit iar trupa si-a continuat ascensiunea fulminanta.Managerii trupei au ridicat totul la alt nivel...cantatul live.Am plecat in turnee live care durau in jur de doua luni,prin toata tara.Am fost cerute si in afara tarii,in tari precum;Germania,Franta,Italia,America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Au inceut si certurile intre noi,dar nu se baga nimeni pentru ca imediat de impacam.Pana cand nu a mai fost posibil si urmatoarea fata care a dorit sa paraseasca trupa a fost Alexandra.S-a mutat in America si din cate stiu este tot acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ramasesem cu un album abia lansat si fara o colega de trupa,pana cand Media Pro,casa de discuri cu care aveam contract,a venit cu ideea unui mega show.Alege A.S.I.A.Din mii de fete am ales 20,care aveau sa se lupte pentru titlul de"fata din A.S.I.A."Astfel dupa o perioada epuizanta am gasit-o pe Alina.O voce foarte buna si singura care se potrivea in trupa.Alaturi de ea am plecat in turneu pentru aproximativ trei luni,in America si Canada.Cand ne-am intors,lumea uitase de noi.A fost cea mai mare greseala pe care o puteam face si ne-am dat seama prea tarziu.Aveam concerte mai mult in afara tarii dar ne lipseau fanii de aici.Am pregatit un urmator turneu live in tara pentru a promova primul album lansat alaturi de Alina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La scurt timp,o alta colega avea sa paraseasca trupa.Anca,bomba noastra sexy,a cedat in fata stresului si discutiilor care luau amploare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In liceu aveam o colega frumoasa si cu o voce buna,eram in acelasi cerc de prieteni asa ca i-am propus sa mearga la studio la Adi si sa dea o auditie fara sa-i spun despre ce era vorba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Astfel,Silvia(Sylvia) a devenit colega noastra si a fost "botezata" Anca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La fel ca si celelalte fete,a fost nevoita intr-un timp foarte scurt,sa inregistreze toate albumele lansate pana atunci.Deloc usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fix un an mai tarziu,Irina parasea trupa din motive personale iar in cateva ore aveam o alta colega.Rodica,"botezata"Ianna.O femeie foarte frumoasa din Chisinau,stabilita in Bucuresti.Casatorita cu un barbat extraordinar de bun si iubitor,tenor de profesie.Studenta la Conservator,sectia canto-clasic.Daca as cauta in dictionar la cuvantul "corectitudine",gasesc cu siguranta numele ei.O fiinta minunata,un caracter exemplar.Alaturi de ea am continuat concertele in afara tarii si am fost invitate in Ucraina.Am inregistrat doua albume,pe cel din urma nemaiavand timp sa-l lansam.&lt;br /&gt;Desi noi,fetele,eram o echipa puternica si foarte bune prietene,nu mai aveam nici o putere sa ridicam trupa.Eram deja patru femei,ambitioase cu o alta parere despre ce trebuia facut dar era foarte greu sa scapam de imaginea de adolescente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In martie 2007,trupa A.S.I.A. a luat oficial sfarsit,desi pentru multi trupa "murise"cu mult inainte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-6940451132506149789?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/6940451132506149789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=6940451132506149789&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6940451132506149789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6940451132506149789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/04/asia.html' title='A.S.I.A.'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SA8Y0_37S3I/AAAAAAAAACg/5HXlWGw8TNw/s72-c/asia7un0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-6129533684828824100</id><published>2008-04-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:33:05.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreptul la replica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sorana logodita pentru a patra oara" (citat din presa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202540445266455170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMi-IG1qoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k35QVtVmoxI/s320/DSC_1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMirIG1qmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SnLcRRa8ycY/s1600-h/DSC_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMir4G1qnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ch-BDMUGE1Q/s1600-h/DSC_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oamenii au dat cu presupusul dar pe mine m-a intrebat cineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ei bine,nu am fost logodita de patru,nici de trei si nici de doua ori.Este chiar prima data cand ma logodesc si port pe deget inelul ce sta marturie acestui lucru .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am avut trei relatii despre care s-a tot scris.Si din nou nu a fost cum a scris presa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prima relatie a durat aproximativ trei ani si este foarte adevarat ca ne-am despartit de cateva ori ca intr-un final sa ne impacam.Motivele nu o sa le fac publice si nici cu presa nu o sa fiu de acord in a participa la stricarea imaginii acelui barbat.Am invatat foarte multe de la el,incepand de la cum sa ma imbrac pana la cum sa ma machiez(si sa nu port niciodata parul neglijent intr-o coada,pentru ca feminitatea dispare).Eram destul de timida si copila,iar el s-a transformat intr-un fel de mentor.Cine a spus ca e usor sa inveti?Presupune si multe lacrimi.Pentru toate ii multumesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nu am inteles de ce am fost certata de catre o parte din presa dar si de catre oameni care nu ma cunosc,pentru faptul ca am ales sa pun capat unei relatii si sa incep o alta.Sau ridicularizata cum ca nu am suferit destul inainte sa incep o alta relatie.Ce prostie mai e si asta?Cand o relatie nu mai merge,o iei de la capat si mergi mai departe.Meritam sa fim fericiti si sa cautam fericirea,nu sa ne inchidem si sa bocim ca si cand ne-am pedepsii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A doua relatie a luat sfarsit un an mai tarziu,din motive pe care nici noi nu le intelegeam.Dar din nou am invatat ceva.De data asta despre mine.Eram atat de incapatanata si aveam pretentii atat de mari de la cei din jurul meu incat nu vedeam niciodata lucrurile frumoase pe care le faceau.Evident nu vedeam ca eu sunt cea care greseste si ca in dragoste orgoliul nu are ce cauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apoi a urmat o vara in care cei mai buni prieteni mi-au fost alaturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La sfarsitul verii l-am cunoscut pe cel cu care aveam sa ma logodesc in vara urmatoare dar am pus capat relatiei inainte de eveniment.Nu o sa indraznesc vreodata sa spun vreun lucru urat despre el,deoarece nici daca m-as chinui sa inventez ceva...nu as avea ce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Asadar este prima data cand sunt logodita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333902297803231053-6129533684828824100?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/6129533684828824100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=6129533684828824100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6129533684828824100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/6129533684828824100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreptul-la-replica.html' title='Dreptul la replica'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaus6lniSpQ/SDMi-IG1qoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k35QVtVmoxI/s72-c/DSC_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333902297803231053.post-7699082995332663946</id><published>2008-04-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:00:30.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru cei care au plecat prea repede...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumnezeu te-a invitat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dumnezeu azi poarta ti-a deschis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Din al Cerului Palat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si in Suprema Imparatie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Crestine,Cel de Sus te-a invitat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Te-nalti,tu inger prea nevinovat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acolo sus unde in stele te-ai semnat&lt;br /&gt;Acolo de unde-i vezi pe cei ce-s vii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pe cei ce plang sperand c-ai sa revii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nepasator si rece pleci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cu mii de lacrimi si regrete ne inneci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Innebunim cu dorinta de a trai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Revenirea unei foste zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aduce-ti popa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chemati alaiul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aduce-ti florile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Azi raiul deschide acum pentru fosti vii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eterna viata a pieririi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prind aripi lungi de smoala grele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si uita acum de bune si de rele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Azi mor nascandu-se intr-o alta viata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cu chip de oameni,vor invata sa mai iubeasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suferinta-i a noastra,noi ce-i vii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ne ingropam parintii si copiii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iar voi crestini spre Imparatie va-naltati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zambiti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De Domnul sunteti invitati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                            pentru scumpa mea Sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                         Constantinescu Maria-Alexandra(1 iunie 1983- 17 august 2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Este mult prea dureros si abia imi gasesc cuvintele.Nu exista in lume o durere mai mare decat cea a pierderii unei persoane dragi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Printre lacrimi reusesc sa-i revad chipul in minte desi nu a plecat niciodata din gandurile mele,desi nu exista zi in care sa nu ma intreb de ce asa...asa devreme.Trist,trist,atat de trist,doar asta imi vine in minte.Ce necaz si ce gol a lasat in urma ei.&lt;br /&gt;Daca intr-o noapte Dumnezeu mi-ar spune ca imi indeplineste o singura dorinta...aceasta ar fi sa o mai strang o data in brate,sa-i spun cat de mult o iubesc si sa o implor sa ramana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ii revad zambetul si parca o aud razand din toata inima,parca o vad urcand scarile liceului spre clasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abia ma mutasem in liceu,iar in pauza colegele mele vorbeau de un loc pe care il frecventam cu prietenii,Casa de Cultura Preoteasa.Se vorbea despre un prieten de al meu din copilarie si atunci am aflat ca una dintre colegele mele de clasa era prietena cu el.Din pacate nu era la scoala dar stiam ca este o tipa inalta,cu parul foarte lung.A doua zi,m-am intalnit cu ea in timp ce coboram treptele liceului iar ea le urca.Am recunoscut-o dupa descriere,parul lung si frumos mi-a atras imediat atentia.Din acel moment am devenit cele mai bune prietene.Eram de nedespartit si nici in cel mai crud cosmar nu credeam ca o sa o pierd pentru totdeauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am intrat la facultati diferite iar prietenia noastra era de invidiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dupa show-ul "Alege A.S.I.A.",am plecat in America unde am stat aproape trei luni.Cand ne-am intros,imediat a doua zi,am avut filmare la Teo.La sfarsitul emisiunii am sunat-o pe Sis.Radea atat de tare incat nu puteam sa inteleg ce spune.Intelegeam doar"ce faci matusica,si ce mai matusica?".Mi-a trebuit ceva timp sa inteleg ca era insarcinata si nu oricum,avea gemeni.Cea mai frumoasa insarcinata pe care am vazut-o vreodata.Daca statea cu spatele,nici nu-ti dadeai seama ca are o burtica atat de mare.Ma amuzam si ii spuneam ca o sa-i fac un bat in care sa-si sprijine burta.Obisnuiam sa stam pe fotoliu in sufrageria parintilor mei si sa-i masez picioarele umflate de greutatea pe care o sustineau.Tineam mana de burtica ei si simteam cum miscau copiii iar de multe ori vedeam forma unui piciorus sau o manuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Noua luni mai tarziu,ma aflam la maternitate si tineam copiii in brate.Ma uitam la ei ca la un miracol si ma bucuram pentru cei mai fericiti copii din lume.O mama iubitoare si un tata care ii astepta de atata timp,aveau sa le fie parinti.Sis,stralucea,era implinita si abia asteptam sa creasca puiutii ca sa-i plimbam prin parc.Nu ma descurcam cu impinsul caruciorului dublu si asta o amuza teribil.Mi-a facut si o poza ca sa-si aminteasca peste ani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Intr-o seara,la parintii mei acasa,in timp ce planuiam cateva surprize pentru petrecerea prietenului meu,Sis si-a adus aminte ca in acea noapte avea sa plece cu iubitul ei la pescuit in Alexandria.Imi aduc aminte ca ma intreba cu ce sa se imbrace"pentru ca noaptea e destul de frig".In usa,am pupat-o si i-am spus sa aibe grija de ea,asa cum ii spuneam mereu.Ne-am imbratisat si a plecat.A doua zi asteptam sa ma sune.Nimic.Telefonul ei era inchis si la putin timp dupa,urechile mele au auzit un lucru infiorator...Sis a mea,scumpa mea Sis a murit.Nu am putut sa cred si inca nu pot crede.Imi spuneam ca poate s-a ratacit si nu a urcat in masina pe care au gasit-o in accident.A murit alaturi de barbatul pe care l-a iubit,iar in urma lor au ramas doua suflete nevinovate, lacrimi si regrete.Si durerea care imi macina mereu si neincetat inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stiu ca e atat de trist si asta te face sa te gandesti la cei din jurul tau,la cei pe care-i iubesti mai mult decat orice in lume.Cei care sunt oxigenul tau.Spune-le cat de importanti sunt pentru tine.Apreciaza-i si srange-i in brate din cand in cand.Tine-i ca si cand ar fi un vis frumos ce nu vrei sa se spulbere vreodata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/8333902297803231053-7699082995332663946?l=soranadarclee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/feeds/7699082995332663946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8333902297803231053&amp;postID=7699082995332663946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7699082995332663946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333902297803231053/posts/default/7699082995332663946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soranadarclee.blogspot.com/2008/04/pentru-cei-care-au-plecat-prea-repede.html' title='Pentru cei care au plecat prea repede...'/><author><name>Sorana Darclee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
