<?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-4331358731001311578</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:33:34.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Gerbera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-2128129308282199264</id><published>2009-11-02T18:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:23:44.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, presence is overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-2128129308282199264?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2128129308282199264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2128129308282199264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanted-to-be-there-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-9065181744429558693</id><published>2008-05-06T20:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:35:31.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I cannot understand your kind. One day you're stunned the next you're blind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always tried to cut myself from everything bonding with  you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just never figured out where to find the clue. The one you used to tag the false from true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm taking time to watch the flowers blossom.  Baby, don't you know you've got to do this, too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not all about the power and progression. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought life's about sacrifices,  make them just for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-9065181744429558693?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/9065181744429558693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/9065181744429558693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cannot-understand-your-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-4262904776718544838</id><published>2008-05-06T20:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:27:57.499+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;te-nvarti prin ochii mei, cazand de tot in ei&lt;br /&gt;prin semne triste, de-ntrebare,&lt;br /&gt;urlete mute, de uitare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;te voi face sa vibrezi,&lt;br /&gt;ca sa poti sa ma ajungi.&lt;br /&gt;te voi lasa sa ma pierzi,&lt;br /&gt;visurile sa le-alungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;astept inc-un strop de venin,&lt;br /&gt;de sange fin, cu gust de vin,&lt;br /&gt;un strop din limita placerii,&lt;br /&gt;o adiere-a mangaierii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-4262904776718544838?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4262904776718544838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4262904776718544838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/05/te-nvarti-prin-ochii-mei-cazand-de-tot.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-7103494062895734752</id><published>2008-04-21T15:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:23:38.291+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drag me near you,&lt;br /&gt;I like being controlled&lt;br /&gt;smile sardonic,&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh when you'll be hold&lt;br /&gt;in my chains, my arms,&lt;br /&gt;taste just a bit of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave a mark right unto your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll scratch your silky skin,&lt;br /&gt;my nails will feel your blood,&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel me deep within.&lt;br /&gt;smile, and enter in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-7103494062895734752?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/7103494062895734752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/7103494062895734752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/04/drag-me-near-you-i-like-being_21.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-1420595700675527013</id><published>2008-04-14T22:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:20:00.815+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ceasul mai ticaie o data &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si-odata cu el moare unul din noi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sau suna doar alarma, poate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iti iei noii papuci si mergi dupa lopata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa-ngropi sufletele lor toate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oricum la sfarsit vom ramane doar doi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-1420595700675527013?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/1420595700675527013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/1420595700675527013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/04/ceasul-mai-ticaie-o-data-si-odata-cu-el.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-2525805174772964168</id><published>2008-04-14T22:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:37:28.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aren't you on your wrong way home?&lt;br /&gt;don't you have a fire there to warm you better than I do? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause the last time this is what you let me believe.&lt;br /&gt;go, go and leave me.&lt;br /&gt;live without me&lt;br /&gt;burn out within me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-2525805174772964168?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2525805174772964168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2525805174772964168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/04/arent-you-on-your-wrong-way-home-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-3730237796676528829</id><published>2008-04-14T22:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:14:28.568+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cine te-ai crezut tu sa-mi intri-n paradis si sa ma lasi fara gânduri?&lt;br /&gt;Sa fugi in abis pierdut cu un vis plin de-ale mele frânturi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-3730237796676528829?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3730237796676528829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3730237796676528829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/04/cine-teai-crezut-tu-sami-intrin-paradis.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5399502503530380298</id><published>2008-04-09T19:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:16:53.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cum sa poti zambi,&lt;br /&gt;Cand doar tipete poti auzi&lt;br /&gt;Cand doar ploaia te poate linisti&lt;br /&gt;Cand plangi trezindu-te in zori de zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iar furia ma cuprinde&lt;br /&gt;Si frustrarea ca nu am plecat cand trebuia&lt;br /&gt;Cand lumea trebuia sa fie a mea,&lt;br /&gt;Stau iar, si somnul ma prinde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5399502503530380298?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5399502503530380298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5399502503530380298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/04/cum-sa-poti-zambi-cand-doar-tipete-poti.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5828599624572110958</id><published>2008-03-15T21:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:37:51.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what makes you think your words hurt me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;they're just waste of time, and you know they aren't true.&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you for the gratitude for all I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;guess time erases all, it throws feelings away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5828599624572110958?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5828599624572110958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5828599624572110958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-makes-you-think-your-words-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-3382455534946412696</id><published>2008-02-21T20:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:19:14.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tobele bat tot mai încet, mai încet, tot mai rar, mai rar...Pe fundal se aude extazul publicului, tobele încetinesc... Publicul ţipă! Publicul aclamă! Linişte....Deodată pe fundal se aud tobele. Bass-ul. O chitară. Publicul e înnebunit... Şi începe o dezordine de idei totală...&lt;br /&gt;Stai! Nu era bass-ul. Era aparatul de resurscitare.&lt;br /&gt;Nu era chitara. Era sirena salvării.&lt;br /&gt;Nu erau tobele, erau batăile inimii ei.&lt;br /&gt;Publicul... Neuronii afundaţi in supradoză.&lt;br /&gt;Tobosarul îşi terminǎ solo-ul dinamic şi publicul în extaz redă un ultim răcnet frenetic.&lt;br /&gt;Bass-ul mai oferă şi el un solo foarte scurt, iar la încheierea concertului abia se mai aude chitara de pe fond.&lt;br /&gt;Ea...Ea era în partea din faţă a publicului de la concert,dar nu au ajuns destul de repede.&lt;br /&gt;-Păcat, că’ era fată tanară... zise unul din şoferii ambulanţei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Minunat show! Desi scurt, minunat!”&lt;br /&gt;„Mă bucur că ţi-a placut, doar l-ai condus cum ai vrut. Sper că a meritat toate astea.”&lt;br /&gt;„Ce vrei să spui?”&lt;br /&gt;„Ce te face sa crezi că dacă nu ai respectat acordul vei mai performa în localul meu?”&lt;br /&gt;„Păi... credeam că...”&lt;br /&gt;„Dupa atatea eforturi, chiar am crezut că vei ajunge aproape de perfecţiune.”&lt;br /&gt;„Iartă-mă, Te rog!”&lt;br /&gt;„Dura lex, sed lex! O vei lua de la inceput, ca orice artist care nu-şi cunoaste talentul şi-l găseste abia după ce şterge praful de pe trotuare şi-ţi va trebui la fel de mult efort să ajungi aici din nou.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi, uitând unde am ajuns, am luat-o de la început, pierzându-mă în gânduri demne de oamenii pe care într-o zi învaţasem să-i ocolesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-3382455534946412696?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3382455534946412696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3382455534946412696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/02/tobele-bat-tot-mai-ncet-mai-ncet-tot.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5885542391977510182</id><published>2008-02-02T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:33:10.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"That's what you get if you let your heart win"&lt;br /&gt;That's what you always will...&lt;br /&gt;It will pass, again, as it did before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5885542391977510182?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5885542391977510182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5885542391977510182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-what-you-get-if-you-let-your.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-6884197897529806215</id><published>2008-01-01T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:34:48.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma simt folosita.&lt;br /&gt;"De prima oara sau de prea multe ori?"&lt;br /&gt;Nici una. Desi stiu ca o data nu-ti ajunge, de prea multe ori o sa devina monoton. Mai bine ne oprim la mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Si, suflandu-si nasul pentru ultima oara, arunca batista printre frunze...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fara tine o sa ma racesc..."&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost rece intotdeauna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-6884197897529806215?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6884197897529806215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6884197897529806215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2008/01/ma-simt-folosita.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-6781593881432401857</id><published>2007-12-16T18:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:38:50.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll never find me at the end of your tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;Cause there never is a good way at the crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;My way is the longest,&lt;br /&gt;Enhanced by your searches,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a dead end, towards hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-6781593881432401857?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6781593881432401857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6781593881432401857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/12/youll-never-find-me-at-end-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-3830841082138699574</id><published>2007-12-14T22:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:24:42.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indeparteaza-te de mine,&lt;br /&gt;Mai lasa-ma odata fara ajutor&lt;br /&gt;Eu in brate nu te mai pot prinde,&lt;br /&gt;Du-te! Spune-i sa-ti citeasca iar&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte fara autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mai raman in ploaia ta o vreme,&lt;br /&gt;Poate-ti vei aminti ca inca mai exist.&lt;br /&gt;Inca-nghet in culori reci in camara,&lt;br /&gt;Si te mai pictez cu ceata&lt;br /&gt;Condensata-n calimara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce proasta!...Nici nu-mi dadeam seama ce rece-i la tine-n scara...&lt;br /&gt;Si am racit si eu langa balta noastr-amara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-3830841082138699574?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3830841082138699574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3830841082138699574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/12/indeparteaza-te-de-mine-mai-lasa-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-3912862670762880479</id><published>2007-12-02T21:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:39:46.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day&lt;br /&gt;I wanted nothing but a flower&lt;br /&gt;From you.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even seen&lt;br /&gt;My way&lt;br /&gt;Trough the shower&lt;br /&gt;Of tears&lt;br /&gt;My fears&lt;br /&gt;Have bring me 'til this hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-3912862670762880479?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3912862670762880479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3912862670762880479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-day-i-wanted-nothing-but-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-552281765282652130</id><published>2007-11-11T21:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:22:08.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd better remain with my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;than turn them into cold frustration,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather kill my willings,&lt;br /&gt;and take them to another nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't keep your cold words,&lt;br /&gt;and make them darken lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot keep my wings,&lt;br /&gt;they've gone to some other spirits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-552281765282652130?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/552281765282652130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/552281765282652130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/id-better-remain-with-my-feelings-than.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5589886698639673322</id><published>2007-11-11T21:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:17:58.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"din ce esti facut tu ?"&lt;br /&gt;"eu? praf cosmic, argint viu si-o lacrima de-a ta ce a cazut..."&lt;br /&gt;"si ce vrei ?"&lt;br /&gt;"sa-mi continui drumul intrerupt de tine atunci cand ai decis sa stergi  ..."&lt;br /&gt;"... ?"&lt;br /&gt;" tot ce te-a facut acum ceea ce esti... iubirea pentru el..."&lt;br /&gt;"stergand o lacrima de pe fata nu inseamna ca poti sterge si sentimente... "&lt;br /&gt;"poate, dar acum aceasta lacrima e ascunsa intr-o raza de soare.... nimeni nu mai stie de ea...nimeni nu o vede... nimeni nu o simte... si eu uit uneori de ea..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5589886698639673322?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5589886698639673322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5589886698639673322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/din-ce-esti-facut-tu-eu-praf-cosmic.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5046764260520875450</id><published>2007-11-11T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:10:10.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you sure you're gonna be there when I need you ?&lt;br /&gt;or you're just another lie swimming through a thousand tears?&lt;br /&gt;will your arms be opened for the touch blue ?&lt;br /&gt;or they're opened just so she could live without fears?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5046764260520875450?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5046764260520875450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5046764260520875450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-sure-your-gonna-be-there-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-4888021698003341156</id><published>2007-11-11T21:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:36:04.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;"because I need you"&lt;br /&gt;"because you need me ?are you capable of taking all this just because you need me ?"&lt;br /&gt;"this? I see you don't know me very well...for you I'd take the whole universe...although you don't need the universe... you only need "them", and their number gets bigger by each day"&lt;br /&gt;"you might be right... I don't need the universe, and you, you're not part of my universe, but you're part of "them"... so I guess I need you too"&lt;br /&gt;"don't be silly, but it's nice you pretend you do"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be there when your heart stops beating!!"&lt;br /&gt;(as she turns around and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;"such a fool, he couldn't see my heart stopped beating the moment I became one of them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-4888021698003341156?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4888021698003341156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4888021698003341156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-2521841324482718226</id><published>2007-11-11T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:05:56.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so hard for me to forgive&lt;br /&gt;and it's not because i'm made of stone&lt;br /&gt;but i feel the guilt instead of you&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-2521841324482718226?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2521841324482718226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2521841324482718226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-so-hard-for-me-to-forgive-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-5998420854322971318</id><published>2007-11-11T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:02:38.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and why is everybody fake?&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to make you shake&lt;br /&gt;all my world...? and then just go&lt;br /&gt;this quantity is just to low,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted more, a mind that's high&lt;br /&gt;a step further, a reason to fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-5998420854322971318?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5998420854322971318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/5998420854322971318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-why-is-everybody-fake-what-did-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-4058150391293530529</id><published>2007-11-04T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:28:09.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huh... stop messing with my life&lt;br /&gt;can't you just mind your own?&lt;br /&gt;or are you too afraid of breaking it to pieces?&lt;br /&gt;cause when you start telling what to do&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;it won't do&lt;br /&gt;just get a loan&lt;br /&gt;and clean your faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-4058150391293530529?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4058150391293530529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/4058150391293530529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-2719819844230020501</id><published>2007-11-01T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:18:40.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Burn for me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the cigarette you forgot to pull from&lt;br /&gt;Born for me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dark desires&lt;br /&gt;Come!&lt;br /&gt;I long for cutting&lt;br /&gt;Your wires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-2719819844230020501?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2719819844230020501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2719819844230020501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/11/burn-for-me-tonight-like-cigarette-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-8128549807020414111</id><published>2007-10-29T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:43:23.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Si te gaseam in fiecare por al meu, te simteam in fiecare pas cu care ma indepartam de tine."&lt;br /&gt;"Plecai?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu, tu ma impingeai cat mai departe de tine. Te atingeam doar din greseala, sau poate din reflex."&lt;br /&gt;"Si eu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tu zambeai si nu ai observat ca am ajuns la marginea acoperisului."&lt;br /&gt;"Ai cazut?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nu. Am zburat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-8128549807020414111?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/8128549807020414111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/8128549807020414111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/10/si-te-gaseam-in-fiecare-por-al-meu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-6156187444538644373</id><published>2007-10-28T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:32:23.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M-ai razuit ca ceara de pe lumanarea&lt;br /&gt;Ce doar la flacara ta arde.&lt;br /&gt;Si ai lasat fumul sa curga&lt;br /&gt;In ploaia mea.&lt;br /&gt;Trecand&lt;br /&gt;Nepasator prin balta&lt;br /&gt;De parca n-ai fi fost si tu odata&lt;br /&gt;Un fitil&lt;br /&gt;Incandescent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-6156187444538644373?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6156187444538644373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/6156187444538644373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/10/m-ai-razuit-ca-ceara-de-pe-lumanarea-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-98147875810764110</id><published>2007-10-28T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:30:15.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Useless to say we're going my way.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you're allowed to take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment of weakness,  you don't have to bend.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I was nice the whole road to the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are. Any special request? As far as my oppinion&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to lay&lt;br /&gt;With me, on the sand, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the dinner's on me.&lt;br /&gt;Make of this reunion your own feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-98147875810764110?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/98147875810764110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/98147875810764110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/10/useless-to-say-were-going-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-3448994521028065921</id><published>2007-10-28T18:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:22:29.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I constantly step unto my heart for no reason. And?&lt;br /&gt;Is not that I don't like you, don't judge me wrong, it's just that when I have to much love in my hands I tend to smash it, just to feel lonely again, just to cry again, to be able to drown myself in sorrow and mudd. As much as I love you, I don't care how you're going to take it. Tonight I'm barely lugging, my knees just can't stop bleeding.I must raise.I must escape. Just one night. I'll drink, I'll scream, I'll crawl, I'll kill. Don't judge me. Just shut up and love me.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll kneel before you again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-3448994521028065921?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3448994521028065921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/3448994521028065921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-constantly-step-unto-my-heart-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331358731001311578.post-2236071754287650825</id><published>2007-10-26T19:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:24:23.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alcohol, my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't seen you for like... 2 weeks... and it's hard for me to meet you again, but you and i know that the last time when i had you near, we had special times together, we danced, we shared thoughts, we did unconscious things that i'm not sorry about. And now, having you near again, i know, like always, you will heal my wounds, you will help me make a decision, you make me think clear... 'cause: "when it's just me and you, who knows what we could do? if we can just make it through, the thoughest part of the day..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4331358731001311578-2236071754287650825?l=purplegerbera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2236071754287650825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4331358731001311578/posts/default/2236071754287650825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplegerbera.blogspot.com/2007/10/alcohol-my-friend.html' title='alcohol, my friend'/><author><name>PurpleG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01603419259731924499</uri><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></entry></feed>
