<?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-9147343409459241054</id><updated>2011-09-12T05:27:04.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comete in cap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-765817895952530509</id><published>2009-08-11T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:44:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the peak!</title><content type='html'>Este noapte si ma pregatesc de somn. Am oprit filmul si totul la momentu "Peak", poti sa-i spui cum vrei dar am oprit cand totul era perfect, cand ajunsesem la o stare buna de incredere, tarie, si determinare. Acel inceput de film mi-a dat parca aripi, m-a descatusat si m-a facut sa spun: "Da vreau sa muncesc cu adevarat din greu pentru a ajunge undeva, nu doar pentru a obtine ceva, ci mai degraba pentru a ajunge cineva. Caci atunci cand devii cineva si ajungi undeva, acel ceva este la indemana ta. On the peak sunt acum, pe varful cel mai inalt..de aici pot doar cobora, nu-i asa? de aceea vreau ca aceasta zi sa o termin asa, in felul asta. si astept cu drag ziua de maine..ce alte bucurii im va aduce :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-765817895952530509?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/765817895952530509/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=765817895952530509' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/765817895952530509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/765817895952530509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-peak.html' title='On the peak!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8061359888855083539</id><published>2009-08-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:17:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminalul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Pentru cei ce au vazut filmul terminalul, ei vor intelege analogia..dar pot si ceilalti. Simt ca sunt intr-un terminal acum, terminalul vietii mele. Am trecut prin tot ce am trecut..bune rele, plictiseli..tot filmul drumului meu pana aici si acum inapoi nu pot sa merg. Sunt blocat in acest spatiu, purgatoriu, dar si ce nu e asa de bun ca ceea ce as vrea sa urmeze, dar nici in spate nu ma duc. Si scopul meu este sa imi clarific totul pana cand merg mai departe. In filmul Terminalul lui Tom hanks da la un moment posibilitatea sa iasa din terminal si sa ajunga pe pamant american. Dar la fel ca el, si eu trebuie sa astept si fie ca acest timp sa imi foloseasca. Pentru toti cei ce poposesc in "Terminalul" vietii.                                                                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8061359888855083539?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8061359888855083539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8061359888855083539' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8061359888855083539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8061359888855083539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/08/terminalul.html' title='Terminalul'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3470545102336020017</id><published>2009-07-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:41:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumusetea-lumina si arsura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frumusetea ta nu are limite, in tine vad structurile perfecte, planul perfect si fara de cusur ce a format universul, absolutul adevar suprem si creatia fara de repros a naturii, dupa un plan perfect oranduit unde toate elementele sunt exact acolo unde trebuie dand forma dorita, la fel toate elementele ce te compun pe tine sunt perfect asezate, toate culorile complete..frumusetea ta e ca o stea, dar de mii de ori mai puternica decat un soare, frumusetea ta insasi este lumina, dar este si arsura..caci ma arde, niciodata nu vei fi a mea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3470545102336020017?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3470545102336020017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3470545102336020017' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3470545102336020017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3470545102336020017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/07/frumusetea-lumina-si-arsura.html' title='Frumusetea-lumina si arsura'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-9012652804042317947</id><published>2009-07-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:55:25.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>Despre muzica lui asa cum o vad eu. Eu am auzit f intamplator de el si cand am ascultat mi-a placut..acum incep asa sa patrund mai bine muzica lui, care e simpla instrumental-doar cu o chitara si vocea si de cele mai multe ori acorduri simple la chitara, dar care da un mesaj care nu poate fi substituit cu nimic altceva si sunt momente in care prefer aceasta muzica decat orice altceva, oricat de elevat sau de sofisticat ar fi pt ca e creata cu mult sentiment. nu vreau sa fac ridicarea unui om, oricat de celebru ar fi, pe un piedestal ci doar sa ma exprim cat pot de bine visavi de muzica pe care a creat-o, interpretat-o si la care a pus mult suflet. Cand vreau sa ascult o voce calda, melodioasa, dar care sa nu ma oboseasca , ci din contra sa imi ofere acea liniste interioara, ascult fara ezitare johnny Cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-9012652804042317947?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/9012652804042317947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=9012652804042317947' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/9012652804042317947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/9012652804042317947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/07/despre-johnny-cash.html' title='Despre Johnny Cash'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8762606869490352474</id><published>2009-06-15T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:38:48.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubla 2</title><content type='html'>Ma trezesc azi plin de planuri pentru lucruri mici si marila o ora decenta a diminetii, ma rog..decenta pentru mine. Dar cumva timpul se strecoara pe la spate sau prin palma ca nisipul, si ajung la ora amiezii fara nimic facut din ce mi-am propus. O oboseala stranie imi imbratiseaza trupul si pune stapanire pe mine, simt ca nu pot face nimic. Acum m-am ttrezit din nou si vreau sa redau ceva din potentialul diminetii..dubla 2 deci!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8762606869490352474?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8762606869490352474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8762606869490352474' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8762606869490352474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8762606869490352474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/06/dubla-2.html' title='Dubla 2'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-7077643603192609496</id><published>2009-06-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:33:41.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        In mintea mea se nastea o intrebare referitoare la ce este "talentul" si cum as putea descrie tiparele talentului in general. Cred ca daca te-ai gandi vreun sfert de ora sau chiar mai mult si ti-as da sa scri pe o foaie tot ce ai considera tu ca fiind "talent" nu ar fi de-ajuns, ai acoperi doar o parte infinitezimala din tot ce exista in lume. Si cand spun talent imi dau seama cat de ingust imi e orizontul caci gandesc intr-o cutie de clisee si anume: pictura, muzica, dans etc. si prin talent inteleg orice este constructiv si de pe urma caruia ceilalti semeni pot beneficia si care i poate ajuta ca la randul lor sa devina constructivi, sa le ridice calitatea vietii si a fericirii. Daca pot ajuta macar o persoana in aceasta privintta folosind un "dar" ce-l am ca si unealta si pe mine ca motor pentru acea unealta atunci as putea spune ca am un talent pe care l-am impartasit dand ceva ce altul avea nevoie. Este o schema atat de complexa si in acelasi timp de bun simt incat pentru a o patrunde este mai degraba necesar sa iti folosesti bunul simt decat ratiunea. Artistii de tot felul isi folosesc intuitia si "bunul simt" pentru a se lasa ghidati in tunelul inspiratiei, acolo unde ideile se nasc si le poti intrezari cum ies din gaoace. Sa nu crezi niciodata ca nu esti talentat, doar pentru ca nu ti-ai pus talentul intr-o paleta cromatica conventionala atunci cand erai mic sau adolescent. Esti unic, stiinta ne spune asta in cel mai clar si raspicat mod posibil. Cel mai probabil placerea este escorta ta in viata si ea iti va spune unde sa ramai si sa insisti, adica ceea ce-ti place sa faci poate deveni sursa ta de creatie, talentul tau in mod direct sau indirect. Si daca impresionezi o singura persoana macar, care sa fie incantata atunci poti paria si mai mult ca esti pe drumul cel bun. Implica munca si de multe ori saparea de idei ce prind contur in intuneric, de parca o luminita de veghe le-ar lumina cate putin pana cand ochii tai le pot deslusi mai bine, dar un dar te cheama iar ochii tai vor fi mereu in cautarea lui, incercand sa-i dea contur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-7077643603192609496?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/7077643603192609496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=7077643603192609496' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/7077643603192609496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/7077643603192609496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemari.html' title='Chemari'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-351309431050332365</id><published>2009-03-02T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:59:07.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semn de intrebare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Problema cu acest film este ca desi tot ce spune este adevarat, lumea pe care o percepem este doar o copie a adevaratei lumi, doar niste interpretari electrice ce au loc in creierul nostru, nu putem fi siguri ca lumea nu exista si in afara mintii noastre. Intr-adevar este posibil sa fim inselati prin prisma simturilor noastre, sa ne fie prezentata o deformare grosolana a adevaratei lumi sau ca lumea pe care o luam ca atare si o consideram reala sa nu existe. Daca totusi exista si noi vedem o copie fidela, sau cat de fidela se poate, atunci a ne vedea propriul creier ar insemna sa vedem doar o copie a creierului ce intr-adevar exista in forma pe care el o are. Daca nu exista, atunci putem presupune ca aceste iluzii au o sursa. Orice este interpretat de creierul nostru are o sursa originala externa. Daca lumea nu exista asa cum o stim noi attunci totusi ar trebui sa existe ceva, o sursa de "inselaciune" care ne prezinta aparentele. de exemplu, daca ne-am conecta mintea la un calculator sofisticat, iar acesta ne-ar transmite anumite informatii la centrii nervosi ai creierului, informatii despre ceea ce vedem, auzim, simtim etc. si ne-ar prezenta o lume ireala pe care noi am ajunge sa o consideram Realitate datorita faptului ca asa ne spune creierul, lumea nu ar exista intr-adevar, ar fi o iluzie..dar ar exista calculatorul la care suntem conectati si care este sursa "inselaciunii". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-351309431050332365?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/351309431050332365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=351309431050332365' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/351309431050332365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/351309431050332365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2009/03/semn-de-intrebare.html' title='Semn de intrebare!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-4609796870228482385</id><published>2008-12-13T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:07:18.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Random walk and thoughts, try to get a grasp, but they're just a flash, just a sec and then it's gone, like a dream..I know it's there, in the back of my mind, something..a quiet wave, a discreet conection to all that is, stealthily cuddling within me. My thoughts are not my dreams. My thoughts must be concreet, rather than a mystic fume. Still, sometimes I like to dream, not to speak, just to feel, just to feel, just like everyone else. Would I be free if I could fly? I would still have to land from time to time, what if ground would not receive me anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-4609796870228482385?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/4609796870228482385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=4609796870228482385' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/4609796870228482385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/4609796870228482385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-walk.html' title='Random walk'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-667208078169692854</id><published>2008-08-08T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:13:49.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentul prezent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            Desi multi oameni se gandesc cum sa faca ca lucrurile sa mearga bine pentru viitor, azi stand si discutand cu cineva despre preturi, despre nivelul de trai care pare tot mai sufocant, mi-am dat seama ca cel mai bine si cel mai sanatos e sa traiesti in prezent. Sa te lupti acum, chiar aici pentru ceea ce vrei, sa nu te gandesti la viitor, decat la prezent si cum poti sa iti imbunatatesti prezentul..e totul aici si acum, si vorba aceea "fiecare zi la rand" e o expresie extraordinara pentru ca toata viata noastra e azi, nu maine, nu luna viitoare. Este azi, apoi azi devine maine si e din nou azi..in orice timp al vietii noastre vom fi, mereu va fi azi, chiar si peste o luna chiar si peste 34567 de ore..oricand va fi azi, gandul acesta ma frapeaza, ma lasa perplex un adevar atat de simplu care spune atat de multe, asadar daca azi eseuezi, daca azi n-ai chef, de ce ai avea maine? Desigur e posibil ca maine sa ai chef, dar cum fiecare zi a vietii noastre e "azi",  intreaga viata a noastra e "azi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-667208078169692854?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/667208078169692854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=667208078169692854' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/667208078169692854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/667208078169692854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/08/momentul-prezent.html' title='Momentul prezent'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8302675987935328484</id><published>2008-06-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:12:23.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S-a intamplat vreodata sa ai o idee, sa ai impresia ca ai descoperit ceva, ca ai ceva de spus ca doar ore mai tarziu sa stai concentrat straduindu-te sa-ti aduci aminte la ce te-ai gandit si adveraul sa nu iasa la iveala. Imi amintesc o parte din ideea pe care am avut-o, doar o parte dar stiu ca e mai mult de atat. Nu mai pot spune exact ce era, nu-mi mai este clar conturata, dar tin minte senzatia pe care am avut-o cand am descoperit-o intaia oara, venise asa de natural..imi lipseste desigur o piesa din puzzle, o piesa din ansamblu pe care inainte am avut-o. Imi amintesc conditiile in care a venit intaia oara, eram relaxat, nu o cautam dinadins, a venit mai degraba colateral, poate aici gresesc. Relax, o singura remarca sau indiciu va face intr-o clipa ceea ce tu te zbati de ore:) Este doar o eclipsa si daca ea acum este ascunsa de ochii tai, atunci este un motiv si pentru aceasta. Cu siguranta va reveni la un moment potrivit, oportun..aceasta este credinta. Am citit o poveste in care un om avea pe de-o parte un demon, iar pe de alta un inger. Lumina ingerului incepea sa se diminueze, sa se stinga, iar demonul credea ca a castigat..dar si ingerii au metodele lor de a se ascunde, pentru ca apoi sa se strecoare cand linistea se lasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si cei ce il priveau de sus cum incerca sa gaseasca iesirea din labirint, iesire pe care ei negresit o vedeau fara efort, spuneau: "Nu renunta..credeam ca va renunta pana acum, am incercat chiar sa il facem sa creada ca iesirea nu exista, dar nu a mers. Iar acum nu renunta si noi putem doar sa-i luam viata iar lui nu-i pasa..atata timp cat va trai, va cauta si este doar o problema de timp pana sa gaseasca.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8302675987935328484?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8302675987935328484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8302675987935328484' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8302675987935328484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8302675987935328484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/06/eclipsa.html' title='Eclipsa'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-7081480499428556423</id><published>2008-04-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:41:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From nothing to something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  "You can start with nothing and out of no idea and no way you will have something". Asta spune in "Secretul", un film, de fapt o angrenare a celor mai intraznete idei despre ceea ce se poate realiza. M-am referit la ideea aceasta deoarece mi se pare una din cele mai incurajatoare si anume faptul ca nu e nevoie sa ai ceva pentru a obtine mai mult decat ai..indiferent ca e vorba de bani, perspective, relatii, proiecte..orice..tot ce ai acum, a fost candva inceput de la 0, daca nu de tine atunci de altcineva. De asemenea tot ce vei avea in viitor si nu ai acum va fi fost inceput de la nimic. Puterea gandului si concentrarea atrage dupa sine realitatea pe care tu o creezi:). Eu deja ma vad acolo...La sfarsitul zilei si pe tot parcursul ei de fapt conteaza un lucru..nu, nu faptul ca esti sau nu singur, cu bani sau masina..ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat este cum te tratezi tu pe tine insuti. Este un adevar pe cat de simplu pe atat de important si nu l-am invatat usor. Il stiam desigur ca multe alte lucruri, dar l-am pierdut din vedere pentru o parte din timp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-7081480499428556423?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/7081480499428556423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=7081480499428556423' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/7081480499428556423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/7081480499428556423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-nothing-to-something.html' title='From nothing to something!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3784240357765574357</id><published>2008-02-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:01:47.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Un cantec de azi mi-a spus.."When I'll find out all the reasons, maybe I'll find another way..maybe I'll get it right next time" Starile noastre se pot schimba oricand de la bine la rau si de la rau la bine. Se spune ca atunci cand mergem pe drumul bun, fie ca am ajuns sau nu inca la destinatie avem o stare de bine, dar daca pe acel drum starea e schimbatoare si continuam pe acel drum invatand in mod continuu, in diferite ritmuri si stari de spirit, niciuna intamplatoare, fiecare avandu-si rolul ei. Scepticismul ma omoara si totusi imi e destul de greu sa nu ma las prada lui. Timpul lasa totul si uitarea, odihna va veni..odihna e aici. Ma intreb, ma gandesc ca oricare ar fi alegerile noastre si oricat de bine le-am dramui, ceea ce depinde de noi nu e totul, si nu vom putea controla totul, deci poate vom alege sa nu ne mai pese de ceea ce nu putem controla. Valorifica potentialul tau, nu al altora, zicala asta-i buna. Nimeni nu poate sa nu fie ceea ce este si nimeni nu poate sa fie ceea ce nu este..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3784240357765574357?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3784240357765574357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3784240357765574357' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3784240357765574357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3784240357765574357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/02/estranged.html' title='Estranged'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-1383867806525381850</id><published>2008-02-04T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:18:44.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrazneste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Multi oameni se tem sa ceara ceva mai mult pentru ca au impresia ca nu sunt pregatiti sau demni de ceva mai mult, ca nu merita inca, dar spera ca pe viitor conditia lor sa fie superioara si sa fie demni. Dar aceasta perceptie nu ar trebui schimbata in viitor ci acum. Poate ca nu esti pregatit inca si te consideri inca prea slab de aceea nu indraznesti sa pretinzi mai mult. Dare for more;) Crezi ca nu meriti? daca nu ceri cu darzenie, cu siguranta ca nu meriti si nici nu vei primi. Indrazneste la mai mult;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-1383867806525381850?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/1383867806525381850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=1383867806525381850' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/1383867806525381850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/1383867806525381850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/02/intrazneste.html' title='Intrazneste!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3651082724463827939</id><published>2008-01-31T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:54:54.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegeri? Serios?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E interesant ce am scris in urma cu cateva minute si anume interesant ca am scris ceea ce am scris, pentru ca pe undeva ma pornisem sa spun altceva, un alt punct de vedere. Voiam sa pun la indoiala puterea alegerii, sa spun ca structura interioara pe care o avem ne determina alegeriile, ca ele poate ne sunt predefinite de ceea ce suntem, de cum am fost creati si ca in fapt alegerile sunt doar o iluzie. In sensul ca suntem constienti de ele, stim ca exista dar suntem neputinciosi ca in fata unor stari sa facem o alegere pe care am vrea-o sau care ar fi buna pentru noi, deci suntem neputinciosi pe calea unei linii oarbe care ne conduce spre un destin sau altul. Si de multe ori ma ascund in fata acestui fapt? Ce fapt? Alegeri. Serios. Alegerea e o iluzie. Acesta e un punct de vedere total diferit de punctul de vedere anterior. Acum va spun: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALEGETI VOI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PE CARE SA IL CREDETI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3651082724463827939?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3651082724463827939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3651082724463827939' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3651082724463827939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3651082724463827939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/alegeri-serios.html' title='Alegeri? Serios?'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3047550674480618564</id><published>2008-01-31T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:33:47.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegeri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azi ascultand un curs audio despre comunicare, o idee mi-a ajuns la urechi si anume ca fiecare din noi are un privilegiu extraordinar, capacitatea de a alege. Avem aceasta capacitate si drept , cum sa ne petrecem timpul, cum sa reactionam si este un gand incurajator si frumos, alegem sa nu renuntam, alegem sa nu ne lasam afectati de o dispozitie nefireasca, alegem ca totul sa fie bine, alegem sa fim fericiti si ne hotaram asupra acestui fapt. Imi creez propria realitate si acest fapt presupune responsabilitatea cunoasterii motivatiilor noastre, a alegerilor noastre din trecut..de ce m-am lasat doborat de o stare de indispunere? era cumva un pretext pentru a ramane in starea de amorteala, pentru a nu lupta, pentru amanare? mai mult ca sigur ca da si tot eu am ales sa renunt, am facut o alegere neinspirata si totusi aceasta putere ramane a noastra pana la sfarsit. Indiferent ce vom face cu ea, bine sau rau, nimeni nu ne o va lua, dar cred ca e bine sa o intelegem. Adevarul este ca nu prea conteaza ce se intampla in exterior, alegerea e in noi, la fel ca fericirea. Cineva spunea: "Nu esti aici ca sa alegi. Deja ai ales. Acum esti aici pentru a afla de ce ai facut alegerea respectiva" si: "Nimeni nu poate vedea dincolo dede alegerile proprii pe care nu le intelege". Pe de alta parte te intrebi cum se impaca asta cu ideea de destin, in care de asemenea tind sa cred. Maktub! Nu pot explica logic, dar daca cele doua conlucreaza impreuna...si pare ca intrezaresc ceva ce ar putea explica aceasta:) Poate nu dupa logica ta, sau a mea, dar poate merg mana in mana:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3047550674480618564?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3047550674480618564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3047550674480618564' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3047550674480618564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3047550674480618564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/alegeri.html' title='Alegeri'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-2772716217208137961</id><published>2008-01-20T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:34:23.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can u hear them???</title><content type='html'>Can u hear them?/All these voices in my head pointing fingers&lt;br /&gt;       I'm speechless and spining in madness..have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;       As the days pass they bring me one step closer to my doom;&lt;br /&gt;        Can u hear them, so loud in my head..they won't be happy 'till I'm dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-2772716217208137961?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/2772716217208137961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=2772716217208137961' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2772716217208137961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2772716217208137961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-u-hear-them.html' title='Can u hear them???'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3995661109668882831</id><published>2008-01-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:25:41.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonii din cap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R5PmbdLUzhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qA1CPDkv6xk/s1600-h/BKGB24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157719357632335378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R5PmbdLUzhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qA1CPDkv6xk/s200/BKGB24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca nu as fi vazut adevarata fata a raului. Este chiar in noi, in capul nostru, demonii care ne trag in jos, sunt reali..dar se trezesc la viata atunci cand ratiunea noastra este adormita, cand suntem obositi caci somnul ratiunii naste monstrii si crede-ma: sunt legiuni intregi. Sentimentele negative pentru fiecare, care ne nimicesc puterile si ne rapesc totul..neputinta, frustrarea timpului trecut, neputinta de-a ne ridica la standardele pe care noi le consideram corecte, dar care sunt de fapt niste absurditati..criticile care nu te lasa sa vezi adevarata ta valoare ca om si faptul ca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ai indeplinit multe lucruri sau unele lucruri. Dar aceste lucruri sunt eclipsate de fiecare pas pe care il consideri a fi gresit si pe care nu ti-l poti ierta. Doar pentru ca altii ti-au spus ca nu te-ai schimbat si ai ramas acelasi nu inseamna ca nu ai evoluat..inseamna doar ca nu ai evoluat dupa standardele lor si nu vad ceea ce e bun in tine. Fereste-te de aceia ce nu iti recunosc valoarea pentru ca ei sunt cei care vor scoate ce e mai rau din tine si vor trezii demoni..demonii din cap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3995661109668882831?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3995661109668882831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3995661109668882831' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3995661109668882831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3995661109668882831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/demonii-din-cap.html' title='Demonii din cap!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R5PmbdLUzhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qA1CPDkv6xk/s72-c/BKGB24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-4949127191697664551</id><published>2008-01-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:00:06.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar priveste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R47D0NLUzfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/es4gDenXzh8/s1600-h/ochi+d-zeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156273925043572210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R47D0NLUzfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/es4gDenXzh8/s200/ochi+d-zeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;desigur ca orice poate fi explicat prin teoria haosului, a intamplarii, cu alte cuvinte a ignorantei..si desigur cand vezi disperarea altora de-a se agata de ceva ajungi sa iti spui ca haosul e singurul lucru rational de care ceilalti nu vor sa asculte, daca crezi in coincidente, totusi..nu spun ca da sau nu dar pun la indoiala aceste coincidente. Crezi in semne? Ai deschis bine ochii sau ai nevoie de ajutor? Am vazut cateva "coincidente" care m-au facut sa spun: "ce nai...cum se poate, ce se intampla?" doar priveste:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R47D0NLUzgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fw3lQ4GJaTw/s1600-h/ochi+d-zeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156273925043572226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R47D0NLUzgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fw3lQ4GJaTw/s200/ochi+d-zeu.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-4949127191697664551?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/4949127191697664551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=4949127191697664551' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/4949127191697664551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/4949127191697664551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/doar-priveste.html' title='Doar priveste!'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R47D0NLUzfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/es4gDenXzh8/s72-c/ochi+d-zeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8879471324549154312</id><published>2008-01-16T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:34:23.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musafirul nepoftit2</title><content type='html'>....Sir, on line 1 it's....tell him I'l call him back, yeah tell him anything, just get him of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Sir, he sent messages..he wants to talk to me?, tell him anything, tell him that I'm not in..just give ignore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8879471324549154312?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8879471324549154312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8879471324549154312' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8879471324549154312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8879471324549154312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/musafirul-nepoftit2.html' title='Musafirul nepoftit2'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8605022135637629640</id><published>2008-01-16T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:17:25.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musafirul nepoftit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            Musafirul nepoftit, cel care vine la usa cand nu ai chef de el, cel care suna cand preferi sa te sune oricine altcineva. Inchizi odata ochii si speri sa dispara ca un vis urat, in mintea ta nu pricepi de ce nu dispare, ajunge sa fie ca un rahat pe care nu-l ia apa..enervant nu-i asa..cu toate astea esti prea las sau prost pentru a rezolva situatia cu tarie asa ca inchizi totul si speri ca va pleca, iti acoperi ochii si speri ca esti ascuns. Dar va veni din nou precum un rasarit de soare si vei reactiona la fel, pentru ca la fel vei atrage astfel de situatii pana nu intelegi de ce, nu poti rupe lantul. Cine are taria sa spuna nu am chef de tine...doar o singura persoana am intalnit astfel...toti se ascund, musafirul nepoftit va veni din nou!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8605022135637629640?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8605022135637629640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8605022135637629640' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8605022135637629640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8605022135637629640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2008/01/musafirul-nepoftit.html' title='Musafirul nepoftit'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-6629679151959328919</id><published>2007-12-23T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:28:11.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leul nobil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leul nobil, barbatul puternic si impunator. Uneori durerea este pretul pentru a fi asa cum trebuie sa fim, puternici si nobili. Esti nobil, esti un luptator si esti bogat in sentimente si emotii, dar cum ai ajuns aici..poate ca in adancuri porti cicatrici si te gandesti uneori la ceva ce ai lasat in urma. Ceva ce a trebuit sa lasi in urma pentru a putea cunoaste sentimentele tale de acum, pentru a deveni mai bun. Si astfel apreciem ceea ce e bun si avem dragoste pentru viata si culoare. Devenim nobili si mai intelepti..desigur uneori intunericul poate fi mai greu decat alteori dar razele de lumina vor veni din nou precum rasaritul. Lasand zona de confort in urma navigam spre necunoscut, nu ne schimbam doar ca invatam sa fim noi si ne descoperim diamantele interioare. Vedem cu alta pereche de ochi lumea si gustam din ea..ne infruptam, ne exaltam, si noi si noi culori. Uneori ne amintim si parca doare, o umbra de strigat in noapte..este amintirea a ceea ce ne-a impins spre cascada vietii. Ne transformam..devenim leii nobili. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-6629679151959328919?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/6629679151959328919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=6629679151959328919' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/6629679151959328919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/6629679151959328919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2007/12/leul-nobil-barbatul-puternic-si.html' title='Leul nobil'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-3866298876532153556</id><published>2007-12-18T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:00:33.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Cred ca suntem ceea ce ne amintim despre noi. Intr-o secunda m-am intors la un moment prost ales din trecut cand intr-o situatie data eram neputincios si nu aveam cum sa castig o lupta interioara, nu aveam cunostiintele de acum si nici mijloacele, daca doar as fi avut mintea de acum. De atunci mii de imagini pe retina, milioane de sunete si mii de povesti, unele conexiuni in creier, dar cand am ajuns in trecut in acel moment si starea mea de atunci reveni si nimic din aceste mii de sunete si povesti nu mai faceau diferenta pentru cateva clipe..eram constient de timpul scurs de atunci(pare o alta viata) insa amintirile viitoare acelui moment nu isi jucau un rol imediat deoarece eram din nou in trecut, cu aproape starea de atunci si mintea mea era un labirint in care incercam sa ajung inapoi acasa dar in care acel segment de viata care a trecut de atunci era umbrit de acel moment din trecut, eram din nou acolo de parca nimic nu fusese apoi, de parca ar fi fost chiar ieri, de parca am calatorit in timp si mintea mea la fel..dar nu eram cu nimic mai bun ca atunci caci am inceput sa fiu mai bun, mai bogat doar dupa ce am trecut de acel moment. Daca calatoresti in timp si mintea ta va calatori inapoi uitand parca tot ce ai invatat in timpul scurs. Incet incet isi va croi drum si va reconstitui sirul intamplarilor de atunci..vei ajunge inapoi in viitor si vei intelege ca regretele nu exista, sunt doar un termen inventat..nu cred ca am cu adevarat regrete, caci nu puteam fi decat acelasi chiar daca as fi dat timpul inapoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-3866298876532153556?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/3866298876532153556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=3866298876532153556' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3866298876532153556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/3866298876532153556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-back.html' title='Get back'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-2163118233042858100</id><published>2007-12-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:12:22.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ai tu de oferit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valorifica potentialul tau..se poate ca s-a mai citit de asta la Da mai departe, totusi simt nevoia sa o spun si eu, prin prisma mea. Sa nu fi copia cuiva, sunt de acord, e o prostie..dar sa fi oarecum un rezumat al celor din jur, asta poate fi un lucru benefic. Sa iti cladesti personalitatea luand ce e mai bun de la fiecare, chiar imprumutand pasiuni de ce nu..nu te nasti cu o pasiune pentru o muzica sau un gen de literatura. O capeti de la cei care iti insufla un drag de ceva..azi am fost la concertul cu Baniciu din Janis, cu niste prieteni..acolo am intalnit un tip pasionat de muzica..se vedea in felul in care vorbea, lumea il asculta si m-am gandit, ce bine e sa fi pasionat si ca sunt norocos sa intalnesc asa oameni care imi insufla nu neaparat o pasiune in sine ci mai degraba dragostea pentru pasiune..am si eu pasiunile mele, stiu unele lucruri..si cu lucrurile pe care le stiu voi genera altele pe care le voi stii..sunt tanar si am un avantaj..pot vorbi despre lucrurile pe care deja le stiu si le-am facut, dar..pot de asemenea cu o placere asemanatoare sa vorbesc despre lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac si sa le cunosc..caci sunt tanar doamna, tanar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-2163118233042858100?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/2163118233042858100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=2163118233042858100' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2163118233042858100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2163118233042858100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2007/12/ce-ai-tu-de-oferit.html' title='Ce ai tu de oferit'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-2469444492636469674</id><published>2007-12-12T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:11:57.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un prieten sus-pus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suntem cine suntem chiar daca uneori uitam. Ne trudim sa fim intr-un fel anume, amuzanti sau fermecatori pentru a ne atinge anumite scopuri, dorind sa repetam performante din trecut dar uitand cum le-am facut in primul rand. Intoarce-te la sentimentul initial si analizeaza ce anume din tine te-a facut sa reusesti..ai fost liber, liber sa gresesti daca e necesar, dar liber. Nu ai fost constrans de povara perfectiunii autocerute, ai dorit sa faci ceva, ai inceput si ai lasat lucrurile sa mearga pe fagasul lor. Ai lasat deductiile sa se adune si sa infloreasca in mintea ta si astfel ai reusit sa materializezi o solutie clara si concreta la provocarile tale. Mereu cand am reusit ceva am facut indepartand inatai tema esecului si povara ca acel lucru trebuie sa fie perfect..imi amintesc de reusite, imi amintesc cand am fost apreciat printre prieteni datorita spiritualitatii mele sau a altor calitati care s-au ivit la momentul potrivit in acel context..imi amintesc cand lucram la un anume proiect ore in sir fara sa simt oboseala si cum simteam ca fiecare pas imi dezvaluie ceva din natura pasului urmator, fara sa ma ingrijorez ca pot ajunge intr-o fundatura. Avand mintea clara am incercat sa repet performantele de altadata..dar de fapt incercam sa imi controlez mintea pentru a ajunge unde vreau(a fost o pierdere de vreme) dar uitam sa comunic cu ea..voiam sa i ordon fara sa ascult starile ei, si sa vad traseul ei natural.."nu ar fi trebuit sa incerc sa imi controlez mintea, ar fi trebuit sa ma imprietenesc cu ea", mi-a spus cineva odata..just think about it;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-2469444492636469674?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/2469444492636469674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=2469444492636469674' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2469444492636469674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/2469444492636469674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-prieten-sus-pus.html' title='Un prieten sus-pus'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147343409459241054.post-8645898562800354497</id><published>2007-12-10T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:56:41.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce cred eu ca nu e prea tarziu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o problema cu care m-am confruntat, gandul ca e prea tarziu pentru un lucru sau altul..si ca orice problema care izvoraste din anumite temeri si sabloane infiripate adanc in constiinta, solutia am gasit-o zgandarind si dezgropand pentru a ajunge la adevaratele probleme care se ascundeau sub acest pretext..am privit problema din mai multe unghiuri, si mintea a inceput sa gaseasca solutii..astfel am inceput sa adun toate argumentele pe care le-am putut gasi, sa argumentez de ce nu e prea tarziu..prea tarziu pentru ce: prea tarziu pentru un proiect, prea tarziu ca sa te realizezi, prea tarziu pentru a intalni oameni noi in conditiile in care esti in ultimu an de facultate si simti ca ai pierdut cativa ani, in sensul ca nu ti-ai facut inca prieteni in facultate..dar despre asta o sa scriu intr-un alt articol-poate;) Nu e niciodata prea tarziu..voi porni de la acest adevar extrem de important..oricine crede asta despre el/ea va trebui inainte sa faca ceva sa se scuture de aceasta povara, aceasta conceptie, pentru ca este o minciuna..si pentru asta am doua lucruri acum: un prieten bun mi-a spus: "Imagineaza-ti ca azi e maine..ca ai sarit in timp la ziua de maine sau la luna viitoare sau la anul viitor..fara sa faci nimic, deci ai pierdut un an..asta e numai in imaginatia ta..acum intoarce-te in prezent, adica intoarce-te din viitor si fa lucrurile care ai fi vrut sa le faci"; al doilea lucru ar parea mai putin incurajator, are o alta atitudine dar va este de asemenea prieten: azi spui e prea tarziu oricum si nu faci nimic..peste o luna sau nu stiu cat timp ai indoieli si te apuci de un lucru pe ultima suta de metri sau pe ultimii 50 de metrii, cand in fapt puteai sa incepi cu o luna inanite si castigai si o luna si nici nu iti mai consumai energia ingrijorandu-te de te miri ce..deci poate e si acest argument cam pe acelasi principiu ca primul, poate altfel formulat..sa iei orice te ajuta si sa mergi inainte..dar intai sa scapi de acest sentiment si pentru asta poate te ajuta randurile de mai sus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147343409459241054-8645898562800354497?l=loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/feeds/8645898562800354497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9147343409459241054&amp;postID=8645898562800354497' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8645898562800354497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147343409459241054/posts/default/8645898562800354497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loaduponguns-comete.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-ce-cred-eu-ca-nu-e-prea-tarziu.html' title='De ce cred eu ca nu e prea tarziu'/><author><name>comete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13100657323635770765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gmbkMCtc_dw/R10KTDNn4rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X-e9tdQcXaU/S220/Liviu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
