<?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-6683765619918284106</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:19:39.416+02:00</updated><category term='iubire'/><category term='hoti'/><category term='poezie'/><category term='iertare'/><category term='voturi'/><category term='acuzatul'/><category term='sentinta'/><category term='brat'/><category term='vina'/><category term='asteptare'/><category term='melancolie'/><category term='daruire'/><title type='text'>Love takes time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-796048371883802259</id><published>2011-10-15T01:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:17:30.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsJYkom-H2Q/Tpi046ZUzwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MerQ3BdURuU/s1600/colours.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsJYkom-H2Q/Tpi046ZUzwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MerQ3BdURuU/s200/colours.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's time to open wide the door&lt;br /&gt;breathing in and out slow,&lt;br /&gt;i'm inviting you inside&lt;br /&gt;come on, have some courage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close all the doors of your past&lt;br /&gt;walk in and take the present&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your last&lt;br /&gt;time for you to take your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for you to be loved&lt;br /&gt;to take your place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;learning how to trust, to dream&lt;br /&gt;flying high by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid, don't shiver&lt;br /&gt;all the cold is gone&lt;br /&gt;it's time for a long summer&lt;br /&gt;full of smiles and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-796048371883802259?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/796048371883802259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=796048371883802259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/796048371883802259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/796048371883802259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsJYkom-H2Q/Tpi046ZUzwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MerQ3BdURuU/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4130826506146987601</id><published>2011-09-21T16:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:52:08.611+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntg9VDHKpR4/Tnnr5ZX6uzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_tbascOCLrM/s1600/Flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntg9VDHKpR4/Tnnr5ZX6uzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_tbascOCLrM/s1600/Flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i sometimes stumble&lt;br /&gt;can't keep my balance and fall&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes look at you and lie&lt;br /&gt;and you believe it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think you don't exist&lt;br /&gt;as evidence of you is lost&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;and let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;when there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes run away&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes feel i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;can't keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes look at you and lie&lt;br /&gt;repeating to myself you're my mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4130826506146987601?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4130826506146987601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4130826506146987601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4130826506146987601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4130826506146987601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-sometimes.html' title='i sometimes'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntg9VDHKpR4/Tnnr5ZX6uzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_tbascOCLrM/s72-c/Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2164069074875059777</id><published>2011-08-06T11:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T11:57:55.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIwSrifdmoM/Tj0BrI1oGGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7L_D6ipYRPM/s1600/empty+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIwSrifdmoM/Tj0BrI1oGGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7L_D6ipYRPM/s320/empty+road.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere you are all in the back&lt;br /&gt;lost in between my words&lt;br /&gt;contemplating on what i said&lt;br /&gt;that is where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a game of truth&lt;br /&gt;can't be won by cheating&lt;br /&gt;so i'll play hard&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're all in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thrown the bate and ran,&lt;br /&gt;you can fight all you want today,&lt;br /&gt;my treasure is in my bag,&lt;br /&gt;left you all in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone for my next move,&lt;br /&gt;the winning love of all is mine.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i got ready for,&lt;br /&gt;one last fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2164069074875059777?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2164069074875059777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2164069074875059777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2164069074875059777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2164069074875059777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/08/somewhere.html' title='somewhere'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIwSrifdmoM/Tj0BrI1oGGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7L_D6ipYRPM/s72-c/empty+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6043341006372718880</id><published>2011-07-18T20:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:03:14.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The big picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py5AL1_KB9E/TiRnPKcfL_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_TOKLAsxgzg/s1600/romantic-love-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py5AL1_KB9E/TiRnPKcfL_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_TOKLAsxgzg/s400/romantic-love-quotes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;taking pictures of my life&lt;br /&gt;memories for later,&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand words unheard&lt;br /&gt;colours everywhere i look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the middle of my picture&lt;br /&gt;but that is not where i belong,&lt;br /&gt;not where i want to grow old&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving up that space for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll come around someday and see&lt;br /&gt;the empty space that needs you,&lt;br /&gt;words and pictures incomplete&lt;br /&gt;crying out your name constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting patiently for us&lt;br /&gt;for me to be in the middle of your picture&lt;br /&gt;for you to see my ten thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;love will glue our lives together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6043341006372718880?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6043341006372718880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6043341006372718880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6043341006372718880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6043341006372718880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-picture.html' title='The big picture'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py5AL1_KB9E/TiRnPKcfL_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_TOKLAsxgzg/s72-c/romantic-love-quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4638445267641605993</id><published>2011-07-07T00:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:48:58.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xBmM8D5d08/ThTYOifjntI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V7msEQu1BQU/s1600/I_Love_You_by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xBmM8D5d08/ThTYOifjntI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V7msEQu1BQU/s320/I_Love_You_by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from the first time i saw you&lt;br /&gt;in a very crowded place&lt;br /&gt;your beauty jumped in my face&lt;br /&gt;i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts, your ideas&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;the way you told me you can't&lt;br /&gt;i even loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at eachother&lt;br /&gt;the mystery in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the softness of your lips&lt;br /&gt;i loved you even when we didn't kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;you took down my walls&lt;br /&gt;gave me the freedom i longed for&lt;br /&gt;i love you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4638445267641605993?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4638445267641605993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4638445267641605993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4638445267641605993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4638445267641605993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-loving-you.html' title='I&apos;m loving you'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xBmM8D5d08/ThTYOifjntI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V7msEQu1BQU/s72-c/I_Love_You_by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3886683303677870047</id><published>2011-06-27T16:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:48:17.472+03:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDCcoPZQDDY/TgiKB5PljCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BgguSZCk7Wo/s1600/6365878-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDCcoPZQDDY/TgiKB5PljCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BgguSZCk7Wo/s320/6365878-lg.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i close my eyes for a moment&lt;br /&gt;make a little wish in my mind&lt;br /&gt;you are in front of me&lt;br /&gt;crying your soul out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me wonder all over again,&lt;br /&gt;what is love nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;what is it if not the passion&lt;br /&gt;to make the one you love happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeds to cover all the needs,&lt;br /&gt;are more important than words&lt;br /&gt;it is better if you never say 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;as long as you show it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little wish won't come true&lt;br /&gt;as i wished for you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be though&lt;br /&gt;not as long as you're afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3886683303677870047?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3886683303677870047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3886683303677870047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3886683303677870047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3886683303677870047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-be-afraid.html' title='don&apos;t be afraid'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDCcoPZQDDY/TgiKB5PljCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BgguSZCk7Wo/s72-c/6365878-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-142530923571036138</id><published>2011-06-17T16:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:56:52.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyicPKy1x7c/TftdCqQNA_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lLTgxGINE_s/s1600/trapped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyicPKy1x7c/TftdCqQNA_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lLTgxGINE_s/s320/trapped.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;outside the massive walls you built&lt;br /&gt;are my own massive walls&lt;br /&gt;you want to keep everyone out&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every now and again we break them down&lt;br /&gt;speak great words, hug, looks and almost love&lt;br /&gt;but then we hurt and we build them back&lt;br /&gt;my massive walls, your massive walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will always be apart as it gets dark&lt;br /&gt;i have some of your secrets inside my walls&lt;br /&gt;you have some of my tears inside yours&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should swap and move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing that can bring these walls down&lt;br /&gt;love is not strong enough to help us&lt;br /&gt;not coming from inside our broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;i've locked hope out and built my walls tall,&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-142530923571036138?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/142530923571036138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=142530923571036138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/142530923571036138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/142530923571036138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyicPKy1x7c/TftdCqQNA_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lLTgxGINE_s/s72-c/trapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2849913645686118492</id><published>2011-06-10T15:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:16:28.652+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MC19xCmOznQ/TfIK48SGLTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FV2v6jmyyJY/s1600/work.5627652.2.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.stay-away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MC19xCmOznQ/TfIK48SGLTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FV2v6jmyyJY/s320/work.5627652.2.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.stay-away.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as i say the magic words&lt;br /&gt;the words i kept locked inside&lt;br /&gt;in the safe of my heart&lt;br /&gt;you blew it up and apart&lt;br /&gt;grabbed it all and ran&lt;br /&gt;but now you're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made you come back around?&lt;br /&gt;did the love i gave you finish?&lt;br /&gt;do you need another shot?&lt;br /&gt;do you need a shoulder to cry on?&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing here for you love,&lt;br /&gt;no smiles, no words, no patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen close, it's only coming once&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i regret&lt;br /&gt;but you are the biggest one&lt;br /&gt;your face is beautiful, your soul is dead&lt;br /&gt;so get away from my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry for giving you my magic words&lt;br /&gt;for making you my princess&lt;br /&gt;for trusting your love again&lt;br /&gt;start running and run far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2849913645686118492?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2849913645686118492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2849913645686118492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2849913645686118492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2849913645686118492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/stay-away.html' title='Stay away'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MC19xCmOznQ/TfIK48SGLTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FV2v6jmyyJY/s72-c/work.5627652.2.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.stay-away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5863507873248771114</id><published>2011-05-27T21:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:29:23.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1cyYJLsBx0/Td_tdLjAF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JGsjVa4xY6g/s1600/images+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1cyYJLsBx0/Td_tdLjAF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JGsjVa4xY6g/s320/images+%252813%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;i fall on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;look at the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;crying for the past&lt;br /&gt;praying for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i was running on the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;thought i could rule the world&lt;br /&gt;the wrong kind of love&lt;br /&gt;suffocating my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;i will be better then today&lt;br /&gt;help everyone around&lt;br /&gt;the Jesus love burning up&lt;br /&gt;i now have a servant's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-5863507873248771114?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5863507873248771114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=5863507873248771114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5863507873248771114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5863507873248771114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-i-fall-on-my-knees-look-at-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1cyYJLsBx0/Td_tdLjAF5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JGsjVa4xY6g/s72-c/images+%252813%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6119249612823813596</id><published>2011-05-21T16:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:21:43.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>23:33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMls05lCPps/Tde8TUCXYiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ITlh0-9trXM/s1600/Solitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMls05lCPps/Tde8TUCXYiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ITlh0-9trXM/s1600/Solitude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room is filled with emptiness&lt;br /&gt;i am not even here&lt;br /&gt;my presence is absent&lt;br /&gt;my noise has been silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are broken by a whisper&lt;br /&gt;hopes are flying out of reach&lt;br /&gt;words are slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;as i try to gently speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain in this moment is eternal&lt;br /&gt;it will never hurt like this again&lt;br /&gt;nightmares make it easier&lt;br /&gt;love's not even in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lost sound makes it to my ear&lt;br /&gt;as i snap out from the land of the lost&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing bigger&lt;br /&gt;than a whisper of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6119249612823813596?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6119249612823813596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6119249612823813596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6119249612823813596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6119249612823813596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/05/2333.html' title='23:33'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMls05lCPps/Tde8TUCXYiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ITlh0-9trXM/s72-c/Solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4964958410490145583</id><published>2011-05-15T17:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:55:29.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EgeCaaz888/Tc_pSnpNP7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9GEL7OYsES8/s1600/solitude-full-moon-night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EgeCaaz888/Tc_pSnpNP7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9GEL7OYsES8/s320/solitude-full-moon-night.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late, very late&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are heavy&lt;br /&gt;im almost asleep&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you for a second,&lt;br /&gt;for a dream we are again&lt;br /&gt;flying towards a past&lt;br /&gt;this dream aint gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes wide, look around&lt;br /&gt;no past, no you, just light&lt;br /&gt;just future yet to come&lt;br /&gt;a little bit left of the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drops of pain fall away,&lt;br /&gt;replaced by smiles instantly&lt;br /&gt;there is no us where i am&lt;br /&gt;it might have been in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4964958410490145583?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4964958410490145583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4964958410490145583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4964958410490145583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4964958410490145583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/05/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EgeCaaz888/Tc_pSnpNP7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9GEL7OYsES8/s72-c/solitude-full-moon-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-721576392572116094</id><published>2011-05-04T19:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:38:49.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGXcTh-NBAM/TcGA-bipONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cs3b0f2-0L8/s1600/love_hurts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGXcTh-NBAM/TcGA-bipONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cs3b0f2-0L8/s320/love_hurts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this poem was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;for happy days and smiles&lt;br /&gt;was meant to show a greater love&lt;br /&gt;but now it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words have changed in time&lt;br /&gt;it bites my soul again and again&lt;br /&gt;this poem is against me&lt;br /&gt;hiding in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes out every now and then&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of my past&lt;br /&gt;bites and hides again&lt;br /&gt;leaving a cold shiver behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could rearrange the words&lt;br /&gt;or even change'em&lt;br /&gt;could run away somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;or i could stay with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-721576392572116094?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/721576392572116094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=721576392572116094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/721576392572116094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/721576392572116094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-poem.html' title='This poem'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGXcTh-NBAM/TcGA-bipONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cs3b0f2-0L8/s72-c/love_hurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8297027784820422085</id><published>2011-04-19T20:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:16:52.881+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XR-F2AHjEI/Ta3DeGXT_MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lcPRKWBYyic/s1600/whynotfollowyourheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XR-F2AHjEI/Ta3DeGXT_MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lcPRKWBYyic/s320/whynotfollowyourheart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;can't offer you anythin you don't have,&lt;br /&gt;i don't claim to be the one&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i dont know&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no words for this&lt;br /&gt;just images blocked in my head&lt;br /&gt;you, hugging me slowly&lt;br /&gt;me falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to confess all my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;wish you were the one&lt;br /&gt;some words could help me now&lt;br /&gt;nothing can brake the silence though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8297027784820422085?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8297027784820422085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8297027784820422085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8297027784820422085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8297027784820422085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/04/lack-of-inspiration.html' title='Lack of inspiration'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XR-F2AHjEI/Ta3DeGXT_MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lcPRKWBYyic/s72-c/whynotfollowyourheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7465702555713808341</id><published>2011-04-14T00:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:50:25.148+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj3hbPE_E1s/TaYaj7YLQrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hbwTGwJ5Qu0/s1600/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj3hbPE_E1s/TaYaj7YLQrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hbwTGwJ5Qu0/s400/life.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'don't be afraid' i slowly whisper&lt;br /&gt;as the sunset falls&lt;br /&gt;and the people fade away.&lt;br /&gt;'i'll be here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab my hand gently and smile&lt;br /&gt;today the future looks better&lt;br /&gt;there are no storms to come&lt;br /&gt;not when you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this love fill you&lt;br /&gt;raise you up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;forget about the tears&lt;br /&gt;forget about the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i feel&lt;br /&gt;happiness is real&lt;br /&gt;your image makes my dreams&lt;br /&gt;your words heal my hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7465702555713808341?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7465702555713808341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7465702555713808341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7465702555713808341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7465702555713808341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-be-afraid.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj3hbPE_E1s/TaYaj7YLQrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hbwTGwJ5Qu0/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1353259845635113663</id><published>2011-03-29T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:30:55.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>falling slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuQuTy9f1Io/TZD94p5A_FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bd8N6MKzOYY/s1600/thistimelastyear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuQuTy9f1Io/TZD94p5A_FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bd8N6MKzOYY/s1600/thistimelastyear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your little stories, smiles&lt;br /&gt;your laugh, talk, walk&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, your gentle soul&lt;br /&gt;amazing words can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are again tonight&lt;br /&gt;sourounded by people yet alone&lt;br /&gt;should i hug you? kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe just smile and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body won't listen to my brain&lt;br /&gt;it wont move my feet,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to look at you&lt;br /&gt;my heart is in control again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1353259845635113663?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1353259845635113663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1353259845635113663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1353259845635113663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1353259845635113663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/03/falling-slowly.html' title='falling slowly'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuQuTy9f1Io/TZD94p5A_FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bd8N6MKzOYY/s72-c/thistimelastyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3742375763969604562</id><published>2011-03-20T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:59:02.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>With you in mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ekP1HSy2UbE/TYZASFjdKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZwBTPJsfF8/s1600/love+is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ekP1HSy2UbE/TYZASFjdKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZwBTPJsfF8/s320/love+is.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hear about love,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to shiver when i see you,&lt;br /&gt;don't want my pulse to go through the roof&lt;br /&gt;don't want my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;probably slap me and run,&lt;br /&gt;wish i could kiss you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind is playing with your hair&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking at your hand&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to hold it for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;confess everything i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3742375763969604562?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3742375763969604562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3742375763969604562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3742375763969604562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3742375763969604562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/03/with-you-in-mind.html' title='With you in mind...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ekP1HSy2UbE/TYZASFjdKOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZwBTPJsfF8/s72-c/love+is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8010753023497111630</id><published>2011-03-13T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:04:34.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1P13UGLsgvs/TX0G_eFLbdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nT47FGwxQpc/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1P13UGLsgvs/TX0G_eFLbdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nT47FGwxQpc/s200/images+%25286%2529.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a little window opened in your heart&lt;br /&gt;waiting around i noticed something&lt;br /&gt;things started falling outside&lt;br /&gt;yet i caught them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another window opened wide&lt;br /&gt;tears started falling fast&lt;br /&gt;caught them all in a glass&lt;br /&gt;so it wouldnt touch the cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knocking gently at your door&lt;br /&gt;hoping you will open&lt;br /&gt;so i can give your things back&lt;br /&gt;finaly move on from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door slowly opened letting me in&lt;br /&gt;the mess i found inside,&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;sadness was all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaned everything up and gave you a hug&lt;br /&gt;nice perfumes everywhere arounds us.&lt;br /&gt;a loud knock at the door scared me,&lt;br /&gt;you left your past in, threw me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8010753023497111630?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8010753023497111630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8010753023497111630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8010753023497111630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8010753023497111630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/03/useful.html' title='Useful'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1P13UGLsgvs/TX0G_eFLbdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nT47FGwxQpc/s72-c/images+%25286%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2293033910119017353</id><published>2011-03-06T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:29:03.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5r66H6YQhr8/TXPES6hUUMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Tpl6R7SmQ7A/s1600/images+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5r66H6YQhr8/TXPES6hUUMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Tpl6R7SmQ7A/s400/images+%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i came to cry at your feet&lt;br /&gt;from long and distant roads&lt;br /&gt;for a while i was lost&lt;br /&gt;yet, you met my need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to be a servant in your house,&lt;br /&gt;no longer the son you desired,&lt;br /&gt;yet you put a ring on my finger&lt;br /&gt;that shows i am forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to eat merely a loaf of bread&lt;br /&gt;not the calf you sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;my clothes were all threads&lt;br /&gt;yet, you dressed me like a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to you expecting judgement&lt;br /&gt;yet you told me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;'Laugh, now my son, rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;You were dead but now you're alive'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2293033910119017353?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2293033910119017353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2293033910119017353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2293033910119017353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2293033910119017353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5r66H6YQhr8/TXPES6hUUMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Tpl6R7SmQ7A/s72-c/images+%252810%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3877904574442691761</id><published>2011-02-27T17:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:15:45.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this soul of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GR1y0GKHveQ/TWpqjVcibpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2zlmhJVInew/s1600/images+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GR1y0GKHveQ/TWpqjVcibpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2zlmhJVInew/s320/images+%252811%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sometimes this soul of mine&lt;br /&gt;feels so numb, so out of place&lt;br /&gt;lost in a forest of souls&lt;br /&gt;lost deep within itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;the nothingness of my aspirations&lt;br /&gt;makes my soul bleed tears&lt;br /&gt;crawl in a cave of desparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every now and again you shine on it&lt;br /&gt;you make it fluffy and happy&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so simple and easy&lt;br /&gt;when you are holding my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between now and again is a gap of pitch black&lt;br /&gt;where my senses get lost and i lose track&lt;br /&gt;my soul hides so deep within itself&lt;br /&gt;that it seems frozen and dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3877904574442691761?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3877904574442691761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3877904574442691761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3877904574442691761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3877904574442691761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-soul-of-mine.html' title='this soul of mine'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GR1y0GKHveQ/TWpqjVcibpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2zlmhJVInew/s72-c/images+%252811%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-523189211841563485</id><published>2011-02-20T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:57:45.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnvSvQhbDNA/TWErwEoYh2I/AAAAAAAAADw/HtZazDeMbCw/s1600/images+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnvSvQhbDNA/TWErwEoYh2I/AAAAAAAAADw/HtZazDeMbCw/s320/images+%25289%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sank in a darkness&lt;br /&gt;that blinded me&lt;br /&gt;Not even an image&lt;br /&gt;No picture, no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was very heavy&lt;br /&gt;So i slowly touched my face&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing all these masks&lt;br /&gt;Now all of them at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearfully i started touching them&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i did, it brought back memories&lt;br /&gt;of what i had been and when,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find my real face, but it was no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing them was not an option&lt;br /&gt;As the pain was terrible trying&lt;br /&gt;I was happy i couldn't see myself&lt;br /&gt;But i felt the masks - liar, lustful, broken, too-good-to-be-true, disspointing&lt;br /&gt;and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a tiny light showed up&lt;br /&gt;Following my instincts i retreated&lt;br /&gt;The light just got bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;A human form walked out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized by its beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;I froze as it was coming towards me&lt;br /&gt;With a huge smile on its face it got close&lt;br /&gt;It was a very happy man i noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a reflection of myself in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and i collapsed to the ground terrified.&lt;br /&gt;My ugliness wash horrible and damaging&lt;br /&gt;Yet he raised me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently he started removing my masks&lt;br /&gt;The pain was killing me but he was holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;One after another he threw them into the light&lt;br /&gt;And my masks were gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;When i saw my real face reflection&lt;br /&gt;The monster i've become now&lt;br /&gt;Wished for my masks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently he started fixing my face&lt;br /&gt;It looked better and better as he washed it in something red&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face was healing me&lt;br /&gt;The light around us making me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly reached inside me&lt;br /&gt;Made my heart beat differently&lt;br /&gt;Then broke some of his light&lt;br /&gt;And planted it in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, then, dissapeared but the light was still there&lt;br /&gt;I felt him inside me now&lt;br /&gt;Could hear his thoughts whispering&lt;br /&gt;I looked around amazed and scared&lt;br /&gt;The light was coming from me now&lt;br /&gt;As i walked to someone's darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-523189211841563485?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/523189211841563485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=523189211841563485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/523189211841563485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/523189211841563485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle of life'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnvSvQhbDNA/TWErwEoYh2I/AAAAAAAAADw/HtZazDeMbCw/s72-c/images+%25289%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8278885170583977737</id><published>2011-02-13T16:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:46:59.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then you break my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgK9SuCcFr4/TVfqXpxhlTI/AAAAAAAAADs/HXR6fI_iAYg/s1600/images+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgK9SuCcFr4/TVfqXpxhlTI/AAAAAAAAADs/HXR6fI_iAYg/s200/images+%25285%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stand somewhere in the distance&lt;br /&gt;look at you and remember,&lt;br /&gt;all the games we have played&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters now, we've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can we share now,&lt;br /&gt;how could we go back to us?&lt;br /&gt;the wind blowing in my face&lt;br /&gt;you are freezing my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;it comes and goes every now and then&lt;br /&gt;i would love to hug you again&lt;br /&gt;to kiss and love and hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit defeat and give up&lt;br /&gt;you're not coming back&lt;br /&gt;every now and then i miss you&lt;br /&gt;every now and then you break my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8278885170583977737?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8278885170583977737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8278885170583977737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8278885170583977737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8278885170583977737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-now-and-then-you-brake-my-heart.html' title='Every now and then you break my heart'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgK9SuCcFr4/TVfqXpxhlTI/AAAAAAAAADs/HXR6fI_iAYg/s72-c/images+%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5210105725126128791</id><published>2011-02-07T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:28:22.048+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood in my mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TVA5rDcc_aI/AAAAAAAAADo/ENPeNRKBL7o/s1600/broken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TVA5rDcc_aI/AAAAAAAAADo/ENPeNRKBL7o/s200/broken.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've had enough of this&lt;br /&gt;living out of a suitcase&lt;br /&gt;hoping that someday you'll call&lt;br /&gt;you'll want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i can't feel you at all&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel my hands&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep anymore&lt;br /&gt;still waiting alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you promised me heaven,&lt;br /&gt;the definiton of love&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen your face in so long&lt;br /&gt;starting to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up facing the ground&lt;br /&gt;blood in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-5210105725126128791?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5210105725126128791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=5210105725126128791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5210105725126128791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5210105725126128791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/blood-in-my-mouth.html' title='Blood in my mouth'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TVA5rDcc_aI/AAAAAAAAADo/ENPeNRKBL7o/s72-c/broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7708673405910359191</id><published>2011-01-31T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:14:16.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'>captive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TUa1k0WlIWI/AAAAAAAAADg/JovtusKNsFQ/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TUa1k0WlIWI/AAAAAAAAADg/JovtusKNsFQ/s320/images+%25284%2529.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you've tied me to a metal chair&lt;br /&gt;with ropes i can't break&lt;br /&gt;you come by every day&lt;br /&gt;then you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it day, is it night?&lt;br /&gt;i have lost the track&lt;br /&gt;you came again in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but this time you hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me your slave, locked away.&lt;br /&gt;are my eyes opened or closed?&lt;br /&gt;so much darkness around me&lt;br /&gt;blow after blow until you are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;how did i hurt you so bad?&lt;br /&gt;my heart is awake again&lt;br /&gt;it cries out freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7708673405910359191?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7708673405910359191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7708673405910359191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7708673405910359191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7708673405910359191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/01/captive.html' title='captive'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TUa1k0WlIWI/AAAAAAAAADg/JovtusKNsFQ/s72-c/images+%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7232671056784871488</id><published>2011-01-24T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:44:27.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ups and downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TT10CXXiBGI/AAAAAAAAADc/FPudJ2SpCYE/s1600/imnothing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TT10CXXiBGI/AAAAAAAAADc/FPudJ2SpCYE/s320/imnothing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've said so many times,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;always be close by&lt;br /&gt;you'll never miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you trusted all my words&lt;br /&gt;never asked a question&lt;br /&gt;you thought i was saving you&lt;br /&gt;that i was your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me all your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;crafted wonderfully with tears&lt;br /&gt;all your secrets laid out&lt;br /&gt;thought i have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you started building new on me&lt;br /&gt;with passion and love alltogether&lt;br /&gt;with smiles and happiness&lt;br /&gt;all i could say was 'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do this now, love&lt;br /&gt;i'm only human myself&lt;br /&gt;falling into a void of hoplessness&lt;br /&gt;catch me, hold me, save me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7232671056784871488?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7232671056784871488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7232671056784871488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7232671056784871488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7232671056784871488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/01/ups-and-downs.html' title='ups and downs'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TT10CXXiBGI/AAAAAAAAADc/FPudJ2SpCYE/s72-c/imnothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5781110295202547305</id><published>2011-01-17T14:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:05:54.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>locked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TTQweVfBaZI/AAAAAAAAADY/5YiJZSEqwYQ/s1600/lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TTQweVfBaZI/AAAAAAAAADY/5YiJZSEqwYQ/s320/lonely.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked away in a fortress&lt;br /&gt;sourrounded by solitutde&lt;br /&gt;away from the eyes of the world,&lt;br /&gt;away from the hurting word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of the outside&lt;br /&gt;sun shining, its warmth&lt;br /&gt;could love ever set me free?&lt;br /&gt;what else is outhere for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one last wish burdens my soul&lt;br /&gt;there is no night and day here&lt;br /&gt;no other human being&lt;br /&gt;still wish someone would break in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could someone fall in love with me?&lt;br /&gt;the monster i've become&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm locked away in here.&lt;br /&gt;will love set me free?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-5781110295202547305?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5781110295202547305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=5781110295202547305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5781110295202547305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/5781110295202547305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/01/locked.html' title='locked'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TTQweVfBaZI/AAAAAAAAADY/5YiJZSEqwYQ/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8797479334134283545</id><published>2011-01-09T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:33:43.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSj0QLFB5FI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ln8KXoSmOrY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSj0QLFB5FI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ln8KXoSmOrY/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no words have power to show&lt;br /&gt;meaning of the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;sorry means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;not even stopping time would matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have the right to hit me,&lt;br /&gt;slowly hurt and destroy this soul&lt;br /&gt;as it brought you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;start hurting me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes and stop crying&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your hits&lt;br /&gt;come on, bring it as hard as you can&lt;br /&gt;i deserve all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it over yet?&lt;br /&gt;can i open my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8797479334134283545?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8797479334134283545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8797479334134283545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8797479334134283545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8797479334134283545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/01/punishment.html' title='punishment'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSj0QLFB5FI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ln8KXoSmOrY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4063894805043884311</id><published>2011-01-03T00:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:29:52.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSD7_Fax6yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vuwzrNhHDI4/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSD7_Fax6yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vuwzrNhHDI4/s320/images+%25283%2529.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i trapped time in a box&lt;br /&gt;started walking all the way&lt;br /&gt;now time won't be a problem&lt;br /&gt;we can live forever in this second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my steps are small and weary&lt;br /&gt;i've been walking for a month now&lt;br /&gt;frozen pictures all around me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in a hurry but i'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry thoughts surround me&lt;br /&gt;wild animals that want to devour&lt;br /&gt;what if you don't want me?&lt;br /&gt;is time the one keeping us apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside your house, your paradise&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i can take a 'no'&lt;br /&gt;tears in my eyes as i walk past&lt;br /&gt;release the time and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4063894805043884311?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4063894805043884311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4063894805043884311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4063894805043884311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4063894805043884311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2011/01/choice.html' title='choice'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TSD7_Fax6yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vuwzrNhHDI4/s72-c/images+%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1219101149687942459</id><published>2010-12-24T01:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:19:35.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TRPY9bEocKI/AAAAAAAAADI/OEMVwfoCI3c/s1600/solitutde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TRPY9bEocKI/AAAAAAAAADI/OEMVwfoCI3c/s320/solitutde.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are not my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;not my purposes at all&lt;br /&gt;tak'em away now please&lt;br /&gt;let me be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the road&lt;br /&gt;this is not me at all&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blury, faded memories far away&lt;br /&gt;battles and wars in the past,&lt;br /&gt;who is this me i am now?&lt;br /&gt;i still am not free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where could i be?&lt;br /&gt;maybe lost in the maze of the soul&lt;br /&gt;shouts and fights to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1219101149687942459?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1219101149687942459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1219101149687942459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1219101149687942459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1219101149687942459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/12/quest.html' title='quest'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TRPY9bEocKI/AAAAAAAAADI/OEMVwfoCI3c/s72-c/solitutde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1966170021316331572</id><published>2010-12-20T14:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:40:52.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS! WE CELEBRATE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; ALONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1966170021316331572?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1966170021316331572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1966170021316331572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1966170021316331572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1966170021316331572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-counters.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6300857677670955973</id><published>2010-12-20T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:12:53.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQ86IJDvI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/OyPdqPphOaY/s1600/little+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQ86IJDvI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/OyPdqPphOaY/s320/little+baby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunshine aint enough&lt;br /&gt;pils are not working&lt;br /&gt;this love is not dying&lt;br /&gt;no happiness, no laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kings and queens and tales&lt;br /&gt;all with happy endings&lt;br /&gt;real life is just a lie,&lt;br /&gt;how can i chase the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are facts and real&lt;br /&gt;love doesnt hurt, it heals.&lt;br /&gt;i can't but ask and answer&lt;br /&gt;am i sleeping or awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish reasons to pursue&lt;br /&gt;the world is falling to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;yet i care about some words&lt;br /&gt;love is not dead, just sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6300857677670955973?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQ86IJDvI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/OyPdqPphOaY/s72-c/little+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5898571281108063792</id><published>2010-12-16T01:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:55:13.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>not going away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQlVKCxTZII/AAAAAAAAADA/1ndaAhPBsCA/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQlVKCxTZII/AAAAAAAAADA/1ndaAhPBsCA/s1600/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can doubt me every day&lt;br /&gt;hit me with your words&lt;br /&gt;i am not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;even though it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can shout out loud daily&lt;br /&gt;you hate me all over again&lt;br /&gt;push me as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;i will run all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you'll be dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;falling out in vain, in hate&lt;br /&gt;may think love is all gone&lt;br /&gt;that is not true, as long as i'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time you will fall&lt;br /&gt;i will catch you, love,&lt;br /&gt;every time you will cry out you hate me&lt;br /&gt;i will be there to catch your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-5898571281108063792?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQlVKCxTZII/AAAAAAAAADA/1ndaAhPBsCA/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1847644725906346556</id><published>2010-12-13T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:16:21.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQYAb2f5BuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EPOg3MkVpVg/s1600/masca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TQYAb2f5BuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EPOg3MkVpVg/s200/masca.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;would you still love me&lt;br /&gt;if i am not a hero?&lt;br /&gt;for how long will you wait&lt;br /&gt;for me to come back to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i make to much of you&lt;br /&gt;i think you are an angel of hope&lt;br /&gt;other times i despise everything&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a devil i think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your hero&lt;br /&gt;but there is nothing to save you from&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid of all you can do&lt;br /&gt;all the pain you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now before i run away again,&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me please&lt;br /&gt;are you an angel or a demon?&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not a hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1847644725906346556?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1847644725906346556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5590090158225027401</id><published>2010-12-09T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:17:48.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, can you answer ?</title><content type='html'>stop for a second&lt;br /&gt;answer this questions&lt;br /&gt;how many people sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;something for your good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many kings would die&lt;br /&gt;so you could live happly everafter&lt;br /&gt;how many kingdoms would change&lt;br /&gt;so you have happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which friend of yours would cry for you&lt;br /&gt;so you can smile peacefully&lt;br /&gt;who will fight your battles&lt;br /&gt;when you are hit and dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will catch your tears&lt;br /&gt;so you can see clear&lt;br /&gt;who will slowly whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;i love you all over again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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?'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6286961499604325712</id><published>2010-12-08T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:58:19.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TP9kllkC6BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BToVVrIrqNE/s1600/img+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TP9kllkC6BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BToVVrIrqNE/s640/img+%25281%2529.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TP9kllkC6BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BToVVrIrqNE/s72-c/img+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-956823610930794483</id><published>2010-12-06T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:28:08.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iluzii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPzWw3bmWFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dnTuTLkumfU/s1600/tearsoffire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPzWw3bmWFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dnTuTLkumfU/s200/tearsoffire.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in ochii'ti mari si gingasi&lt;br /&gt;ai strans iubire o viata&lt;br /&gt;sa o dai in dar ti'era dorinta&lt;br /&gt;dar cine'i demn de ea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inima ti'a fost rapita odata&lt;br /&gt;in suflet frica ti'a patruns&lt;br /&gt;din iubire usor tot ai ascuns&lt;br /&gt;sa nu mai vada toti minunea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai vrut sa imi dai mie din ea&lt;br /&gt;sa versi in mine fericire&lt;br /&gt;sa fim doar noi uitati de lume&lt;br /&gt;prinsi in momente de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar n'am stiut cum sa primesc&lt;br /&gt;cum sa iti soptesc usor&lt;br /&gt;ca vreau, ca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;acum nu sunt, nu esti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPzWw3bmWFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dnTuTLkumfU/s72-c/tearsoffire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4987035909367406730</id><published>2010-12-03T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:02:30.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPkUZeSM8BI/AAAAAAAAACw/X8YYaUuTkG0/s1600/ransom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPkUZeSM8BI/AAAAAAAAACw/X8YYaUuTkG0/s200/ransom.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it cold and dark outside&lt;br /&gt;yet you feel on fire&lt;br /&gt;your mind is burning inside&lt;br /&gt;asking you questions out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;selling him like he was nothing&lt;br /&gt;have you got no heart?&lt;br /&gt;or was it all planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel rich now?&lt;br /&gt;does it feel better?&lt;br /&gt;your name will be forever&lt;br /&gt;the name of a traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is growing inside you&lt;br /&gt;remorse makes you run away&lt;br /&gt;can't take time back&lt;br /&gt;your kiss has sealed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no chance for escape&lt;br /&gt;no place for you to hide&lt;br /&gt;not even death can heal you&lt;br /&gt;your pain will be forever there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver has no value now&lt;br /&gt;although you have so much&lt;br /&gt;it's your turn to go down&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can still change, Judah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4987035909367406730?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4987035909367406730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4987035909367406730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4987035909367406730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4987035909367406730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-outside.html' title='it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPkUZeSM8BI/AAAAAAAAACw/X8YYaUuTkG0/s72-c/ransom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2612956376433878069</id><published>2010-11-30T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:06:49.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPUS0WkP_mI/AAAAAAAAACs/CcrgAcKsHhE/s1600/tearsofblood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPUS0WkP_mI/AAAAAAAAACs/CcrgAcKsHhE/s200/tearsofblood.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've fallen so hard into you&lt;br /&gt;after you pushed me.&lt;br /&gt;you made me wanna love&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me on your golden wings&lt;br /&gt;so high into the sky&lt;br /&gt;i touched the stars one by one&lt;br /&gt;when your lips touched mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we flew for a while into the night&lt;br /&gt;it was all a miracle of light&lt;br /&gt;your love made me human again&lt;br /&gt;no longer just a shadow in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have done something bad&lt;br /&gt;cause at some point i started falling&lt;br /&gt;you were looking at me as i was dying&lt;br /&gt;just smiling and ignoring me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2612956376433878069?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2612956376433878069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2612956376433878069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2612956376433878069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2612956376433878069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TPUS0WkP_mI/AAAAAAAAACs/CcrgAcKsHhE/s72-c/tearsofblood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7752907316775146838</id><published>2010-11-25T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:45:37.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>real?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TO6gotvjhKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-2rG5wi5kF8/s1600/maskontheground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TO6gotvjhKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-2rG5wi5kF8/s200/maskontheground.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;am i still standing?&lt;br /&gt;after all your hits,&lt;br /&gt;after all the pain&lt;br /&gt;am i still breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this me dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;or am i living?&lt;br /&gt;so many questions&lt;br /&gt;that don't need an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were almost mine&lt;br /&gt;got to close to you&lt;br /&gt;lost all of the fights&lt;br /&gt;am i still a warrior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;i felt it in my brain&lt;br /&gt;it got down to my heart&lt;br /&gt;tearing me apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting back together&lt;br /&gt;everything in the right place&lt;br /&gt;it's not cold anymore&lt;br /&gt;to live i need more love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7752907316775146838?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7752907316775146838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7752907316775146838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7752907316775146838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7752907316775146838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/11/real.html' title='real?!'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TO6gotvjhKI/AAAAAAAAACo/-2rG5wi5kF8/s72-c/maskontheground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8156741451388357505</id><published>2010-11-23T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:21:08.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TOvpq2YHHxI/AAAAAAAAACk/SEOJAoax6ws/s1600/neverstop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TOvpq2YHHxI/AAAAAAAAACk/SEOJAoax6ws/s200/neverstop.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;don't talk anymore,&lt;br /&gt;don't move to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;don't try to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i can't see you,&lt;br /&gt;anywhere i can't hear you,&lt;br /&gt;any place that is far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't!&lt;br /&gt;ever look back to us,&lt;br /&gt;ever hope you'll come home,&lt;br /&gt;dare to believe i will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do!&lt;br /&gt;forget all our memories,&lt;br /&gt;leave behind the tears,&lt;br /&gt;kill me one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8156741451388357505?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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find beauty&lt;br /&gt;fight for what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last step in faith,&lt;br /&gt;faith that you believe,&lt;br /&gt;one last smile&lt;br /&gt;for one last wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my armor for one last time&lt;br /&gt;one last fight&lt;br /&gt;this time to the death&lt;br /&gt;no going back, not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rose for a weapon&lt;br /&gt;a heart for a shield&lt;br /&gt;an army of one,&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time,&lt;br /&gt;i will fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-9003235542976227691?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/9003235542976227691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7762841845885339898</id><published>2010-11-12T14:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:39:25.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN006KB0trI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccn84hRqXgo/s1600/freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN006KB0trI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccn84hRqXgo/s320/freedom.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i see the window open from across the room&lt;br /&gt;wild thoughts light up imagination&lt;br /&gt;small steps take me towards it fast&lt;br /&gt;i cant control this body anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look out the window at the clear sky&lt;br /&gt;flying doesnt seem to be a problem&lt;br /&gt;as long as i believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;almost out the window&lt;br /&gt;can't stop myself from stepping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up fighting and let the peace come&lt;br /&gt;not worried that i have no wings&lt;br /&gt;just floating up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;no more worries, no more love or hate&lt;br /&gt;just freedom, simple FREEDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7762841845885339898?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7762841845885339898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7762841845885339898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7762841845885339898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7762841845885339898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN006KB0trI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccn84hRqXgo/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-518967004644520268</id><published>2010-11-06T22:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:47:13.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN03PVdMv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/rxnlSI5kgYU/s1600/WeddingRings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN03PVdMv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/rxnlSI5kgYU/s200/WeddingRings.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i wanted to see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to smile together,&lt;br /&gt;to watch you from a distance&lt;br /&gt;being late at our first date.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to marry you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to argue with you&lt;br /&gt;about the name of our first child&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take you home to my parents&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to meet all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to walk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to catch all your tears&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel perfect love&lt;br /&gt;i wanted us to eat breakfast together&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make love to you &lt;br /&gt;on our wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to come home from work&lt;br /&gt;and see you waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to want me...&lt;br /&gt;i guess we dont always get what we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-518967004644520268?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/518967004644520268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=518967004644520268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/518967004644520268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/518967004644520268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wanted.html' title='I wanted...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN03PVdMv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/rxnlSI5kgYU/s72-c/WeddingRings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2770607636270363744</id><published>2010-10-25T17:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:57:28.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opreste'te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN05r3eybsI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWrjfjHFBms/s1600/image-layer-mask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN05r3eybsI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWrjfjHFBms/s320/image-layer-mask.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;masti crescute in carne,&lt;br /&gt;ascund cine suntem&lt;br /&gt;nu le putem scoate&lt;br /&gt;ne transformam in brute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timpi aruncati in gol&lt;br /&gt;ore irosite pe nimic&lt;br /&gt;minciuni ce le numim adevarate&lt;br /&gt;dureri mai mult mincinoase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mai suntem ce spunem&lt;br /&gt;nici macar ce facem,&lt;br /&gt;ne ascundem in noi insine&lt;br /&gt;ne ascundem chiar de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cocosati intrun colt de ruina&lt;br /&gt;ascunsi in adanc de suflet&lt;br /&gt;transfigurati de dureri si ploi&lt;br /&gt;nu vrem sa recunoastem ca suntem goi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne oprim putin mai mult&lt;br /&gt;sa privim in oglinda ce'am ascuns'o&lt;br /&gt;sa smulgem masca penibilitatii&lt;br /&gt;chiar de'o sa ne doara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unde'alergi acum straine?&lt;br /&gt;incotro vrei sa evadezi?&lt;br /&gt;opreste'te mai mult de'o clipa&lt;br /&gt;nu vezi k totu'i minciuna?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2770607636270363744?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2770607636270363744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2770607636270363744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2770607636270363744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2770607636270363744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/oprestete.html' title='Opreste&apos;te!'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN05r3eybsI/AAAAAAAAABo/oWrjfjHFBms/s72-c/image-layer-mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6075720668731101587</id><published>2010-10-25T02:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:05:36.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN07jXJUCLI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCy9VnRkVLw/s1600/youandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN07jXJUCLI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCy9VnRkVLw/s1600/youandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am tired, so tired&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;just want to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid to turn off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as its dark you show up&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closed yet i can see,&lt;br /&gt;you are real but i cant touch.&lt;br /&gt;slowly you put your hand through my hair&lt;br /&gt;and kiss my eyes and my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;it's so wonderful to have you near.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is complete in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;i smile but i am not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;how can i get some rest with you here?&lt;br /&gt;if i will fall asleep then morning will come&lt;br /&gt;all of my dreams and you will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;so i stay awake and i cant turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to come anymore.&lt;br /&gt;cause if you come there will be a time &lt;br /&gt;when you will have to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;that is the question now&lt;br /&gt;am i happy with or without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6075720668731101587?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN07jXJUCLI/AAAAAAAAABs/mCy9VnRkVLw/s72-c/youandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1505997637785377831</id><published>2010-10-24T01:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:16:50.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I won again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN0-OXZkwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/UytQHFAAqMU/s1600/1.17trauma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN0-OXZkwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/UytQHFAAqMU/s320/1.17trauma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i remember you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;raping my soul with no mercy&lt;br /&gt;punching me in the face&lt;br /&gt;throwing me all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulled my heart out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;dragged it in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;just to stab it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poisoned me with giant lies&lt;br /&gt;touched me gentle and smiled&lt;br /&gt;looking straight into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you took away my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what though&lt;br /&gt;i dont need a soul to feel&lt;br /&gt;dont need a heart to love&lt;br /&gt;dont need eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single piece of me&lt;br /&gt;cries out your name&lt;br /&gt;every single drop of blood&lt;br /&gt;misses you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are inside of me now&lt;br /&gt;i breathe your perfume&lt;br /&gt;you are me&lt;br /&gt;and i am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1505997637785377831?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1505997637785377831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1505997637785377831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1505997637785377831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1505997637785377831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-won-again.html' title='I won again'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN0-OXZkwZI/AAAAAAAAABw/UytQHFAAqMU/s72-c/1.17trauma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4116477952425975944</id><published>2010-10-24T00:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:30:42.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1BYy_3NRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h-VAas7tTfc/s1600/IMG_8526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1BYy_3NRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h-VAas7tTfc/s200/IMG_8526.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;surrounded by lies,&lt;br /&gt;i choose to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;leaving your words behind&lt;br /&gt;waiting for signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love can't be hidden away&lt;br /&gt;in a small corner of my heart&lt;br /&gt;it takes up a big part&lt;br /&gt;even though it hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices will be made&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;ignoring you is not an option&lt;br /&gt;waiting patiently for daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be ok without you,&lt;br /&gt;certainly incomplete&lt;br /&gt;as long as you have a heart&lt;br /&gt;love can grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue&lt;br /&gt;it makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;one day you will open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i will be waiting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4116477952425975944?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4116477952425975944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4116477952425975944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4116477952425975944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4116477952425975944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1BYy_3NRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h-VAas7tTfc/s72-c/IMG_8526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3129799293753428953</id><published>2010-10-22T22:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:37:20.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1DBDU2j2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/TtLs-UkIy6I/s1600/2451440534_bab71f550c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1DBDU2j2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/TtLs-UkIy6I/s320/2451440534_bab71f550c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;looking back on my window,&lt;br /&gt;back all the way in the past.&lt;br /&gt;it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;and it was almost dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me a question&lt;br /&gt;"what is my biggest fear?"&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my answer,&lt;br /&gt;you took it but didn't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moonlight was hugging you&lt;br /&gt;as i was doing the same&lt;br /&gt;my soul felt that was home&lt;br /&gt;we were all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked deep into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i almost saw your soul,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful diamond&lt;br /&gt;one good hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slowly got closer and closer,&lt;br /&gt;feeling your lips on mine,&lt;br /&gt;my heart started beating faster&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling, what a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears started racing down my face&lt;br /&gt;all the hidden feelings raced&lt;br /&gt;my soul exploded with a blast&lt;br /&gt;you promised you'll come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3129799293753428953?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3129799293753428953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3129799293753428953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3129799293753428953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3129799293753428953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1ED70diyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0L_p3vcEBCA/s1600/rose-thorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1ED70diyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0L_p3vcEBCA/s320/rose-thorn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All i have left is ashes&lt;br /&gt;nothingness and emptyness,&lt;br /&gt;lack of hope,&lt;br /&gt;tears collected in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dream of immortality&lt;br /&gt;drag my bottle closer&lt;br /&gt;to pour another tear,&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dream of endless love,&lt;br /&gt;a fire that always burns,&lt;br /&gt;the passion of "to do",&lt;br /&gt;instead of "to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thorns stabbed my hand&lt;br /&gt;as i tried to grab happyness&lt;br /&gt;nothing is for free&lt;br /&gt;fighting is just a way to pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4629096073879786515?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4629096073879786515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4629096073879786515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4629096073879786515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4629096073879786515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-free-isnothing.html' title='For free is...nothing'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1ED70diyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0L_p3vcEBCA/s72-c/rose-thorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2804727394436652494</id><published>2010-10-21T18:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:44:14.475+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1EybvBbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/rGnkPPxwDeU/s1600/surrender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1EybvBbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/rGnkPPxwDeU/s1600/surrender.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;its over,&lt;br /&gt;i surrender now.&lt;br /&gt;i put up my hands&lt;br /&gt;and fall on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;no more power in my heart&lt;br /&gt;no more fighting,&lt;br /&gt;cant fight you anymore&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding to see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to show you my wounds,&lt;br /&gt;this battle will end here.&lt;br /&gt;nobody else is fighting,&lt;br /&gt;you keep hitting me&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;to see me bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;hit me all over again&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;slowly i fall and hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;a huge smile is on my face&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love now&lt;br /&gt;youre not the one&lt;br /&gt;all of the pain is gone.&lt;div 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past'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1EybvBbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/rGnkPPxwDeU/s72-c/surrender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8937356878344463867</id><published>2010-10-15T20:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:47:53.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>for my future wife...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1FfDT-ClI/AAAAAAAAACE/XA_NVqHTkdQ/s1600/no_image_available.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1FfDT-ClI/AAAAAAAAACE/XA_NVqHTkdQ/s200/no_image_available.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hold still now&lt;br /&gt;don't move, just dream&lt;br /&gt;have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;don't give your love away&lt;br /&gt;just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile and wait please,&lt;br /&gt;i am on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;i got lost for a while&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts were stolen&lt;br /&gt;my heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;dreams were shattered&lt;br /&gt;life was dying slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;i am almost there&lt;br /&gt;soon in your arms&lt;br /&gt;we will be happy&lt;br /&gt;i bring love and happines&lt;br /&gt;it's all new&lt;br /&gt;all for you,&lt;br /&gt;soon husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;we will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8937356878344463867?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8937356878344463867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8937356878344463867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8937356878344463867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8937356878344463867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-my-future-wife.html' title='for my future wife...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1FfDT-ClI/AAAAAAAAACE/XA_NVqHTkdQ/s72-c/no_image_available.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6410256880536759480</id><published>2010-10-15T16:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:55:49.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when will i see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1HTCO6OaI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJnOaAHxwkY/s1600/enemies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1HTCO6OaI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJnOaAHxwkY/s200/enemies.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am trying to get back,&lt;br /&gt;to myself, my old life&lt;br /&gt;it seems i keep going into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;a wall that you bulit&lt;br /&gt;to keep me locked inside you.&lt;br /&gt;i am lost in your world&lt;br /&gt;i have got no map&lt;br /&gt;how can you do this?&lt;br /&gt;have you got no heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i realise for once&lt;br /&gt;you are enemy not friend,&lt;br /&gt;you want to bury me.&lt;br /&gt;i will fight this war of yours.&lt;br /&gt;when sight is back&lt;br /&gt;the victory is mine&lt;br /&gt;just a little more patience&lt;br /&gt;soon you will be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6410256880536759480?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6410256880536759480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6410256880536759480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6410256880536759480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6410256880536759480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-will-i-see.html' title='when will i see?'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1HTCO6OaI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJnOaAHxwkY/s72-c/enemies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3960348073516245745</id><published>2010-10-01T19:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:01:55.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca stai in prag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1Iv3ZuviI/AAAAAAAAACM/BsMGGepLAcg/s1600/trandafir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1Iv3ZuviI/AAAAAAAAACM/BsMGGepLAcg/s200/trandafir.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;am deschis usa larg si ai intrat&lt;br /&gt;ai privit in jur o vreme&lt;br /&gt;apoi ai pasit inauntru,&lt;br /&gt;nici macar nu te'ai descaltat&lt;br /&gt;de cizmele murdare de trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era totul curat si pregatit de viitor,&lt;br /&gt;plin de speranta si dorinta de mai mult&lt;br /&gt;ai ravasit gand dupa gand,&lt;br /&gt;ai luat tot ce era mai scump&lt;br /&gt;m'ai privit, ai ras si apoi ai vrut sa pleci,&lt;br /&gt;te'ai oprit in usa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oricat de mult incerc sa te alung,&lt;br /&gt;esti tot acolo, tot in prag,&lt;br /&gt;iei tot din mine si arunci afara,&lt;br /&gt;in lumea ce racneste si omoara&lt;br /&gt;tot cei pur si diferit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3960348073516245745?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3960348073516245745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3960348073516245745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3960348073516245745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3960348073516245745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/inca-stai-in-prag.html' title='Inca stai in prag'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1Iv3ZuviI/AAAAAAAAACM/BsMGGepLAcg/s72-c/trandafir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1807777415934856749</id><published>2010-10-01T02:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:04:34.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploaia cu mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1JaRISnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DpgkPMu_qxA/s1600/rainyday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1JaRISnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DpgkPMu_qxA/s200/rainyday.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a inceput usor sa ploua.&lt;br /&gt;picuri ma izbesc violent,&lt;br /&gt;ma opresc incet din mers,&lt;br /&gt;imi ridic privirea spre cer&lt;br /&gt;il privesc serios apoi zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stau.&lt;br /&gt;ploaia ma curata&lt;br /&gt;de ganduri negre&lt;br /&gt;imi trezeste simturi,&lt;br /&gt;ma schimba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simt cu imi patrunde&lt;br /&gt;adanc in suflet,&lt;br /&gt;in inima,&lt;br /&gt;o vindeca.&lt;br /&gt;deschid ochii si e senin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu pasi rapizi inaintez,&lt;br /&gt;sunt pregatit acum.&lt;br /&gt;sunt gata sa merg la razboi,&lt;br /&gt;cu o lume murdara si grea&lt;br /&gt;avand cu mine ploaia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1807777415934856749?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1807777415934856749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1807777415934856749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1807777415934856749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1807777415934856749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/09/ploaia-cu-mine.html' title='Ploaia cu mine'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1JaRISnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DpgkPMu_qxA/s72-c/rainyday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6466586916517915357</id><published>2010-08-17T19:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:06:59.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You are real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1J_TkcqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/qz5GMSGKmW0/s1600/lookback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1J_TkcqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/qz5GMSGKmW0/s1600/lookback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you are real, truly real&lt;br /&gt;I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I whisper my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And you listen to all of my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than all my best memories&lt;br /&gt;Your perfume is inside me now&lt;br /&gt;It seems that you followed it&lt;br /&gt;And stopped inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave for a long journey&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to look back?&lt;br /&gt;To give me the safety&lt;br /&gt;that you are real,&lt;br /&gt;that you will always remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6466586916517915357?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6466586916517915357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6466586916517915357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6466586916517915357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6466586916517915357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-real.html' title='You are real'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1J_TkcqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/qz5GMSGKmW0/s72-c/lookback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3897965676314640921</id><published>2010-08-16T19:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:11:23.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1LAi7wTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/V4EZkmBOC4I/s1600/just+a+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1LAi7wTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/V4EZkmBOC4I/s200/just+a+man.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to be a dream&lt;br /&gt;To tickle your senses every night&lt;br /&gt;To appear and show you the future&lt;br /&gt;Give you happiness every time you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a tea cup,&lt;br /&gt;So when you drink tea&lt;br /&gt;You could kiss me&lt;br /&gt;And I could feel your softly lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only be the road you walk on,&lt;br /&gt;You would never take the wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;As I would guide your steps&lt;br /&gt;I would show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only be your conscience&lt;br /&gt;I would slowly whisper in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;What is good and what is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And would be one step closer&lt;br /&gt;To perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am just a simple man,&lt;br /&gt;Land and sea keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen you in a while&lt;br /&gt;All I have right now is hope,&lt;br /&gt;Hope that someday I will be all of that&lt;br /&gt;For you…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3897965676314640921?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3897965676314640921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3897965676314640921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3897965676314640921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3897965676314640921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-man.html' title='Just a man'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/TN1LAi7wTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/V4EZkmBOC4I/s72-c/just+a+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1221023738643423499</id><published>2010-08-15T18:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:28:36.364+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pana cand?</title><content type='html'>Mainile noastre murdare&lt;br /&gt;Picteaza icoane dupa icoane&lt;br /&gt;Le uda apoi cu putina apa&lt;br /&gt;Le pun in biserica&lt;br /&gt;Apoi se roaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa ne rugam la o pictura&lt;br /&gt;Facuta de noi?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa plangem in fata ei?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa asteptam minuni&lt;br /&gt;Din partea unui lemn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum putem sfida Creatorul&lt;br /&gt;Rugandu-ne la creatie?&lt;br /&gt;Cat ne mai suporta oare pamantul?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai este mult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1221023738643423499?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1221023738643423499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1221023738643423499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1221023738643423499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1221023738643423499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/pana-can.html' title='Pana cand?'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-802816755682380217</id><published>2010-08-15T17:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:42:57.758+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mult de mers</title><content type='html'>Merg prea incet pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Esti cu multi pasi inaintea mea&lt;br /&gt;Ai uitat ca am ramas in urma&lt;br /&gt;Vorbele imi sunt furate de vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intind mana dar esti prea departe&lt;br /&gt;Mult pamant si apa intre noi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu zburai cand eu ma opream,&lt;br /&gt;Fost-ai tu candva aproape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut mult de la ultima dimineata,&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma trezesc e tot noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Ridic privirea spre fereastra,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot privi pana la tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am incredere in razele de soare,&lt;br /&gt;Ma striga parca sa te caut. &lt;br /&gt;Imi arata ele drumul, locul,&lt;br /&gt;Doar sa le urmez si-atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-802816755682380217?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/802816755682380217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=802816755682380217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/802816755682380217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/802816755682380217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/mult-de-mers.html' title='Mult de mers'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-5702999245193614648</id><published>2010-08-15T00:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:46:18.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definind iubirea</title><content type='html'>iubirea e iertare si rabdare,&lt;br /&gt;e un salt in necuprins,&lt;br /&gt;zambetul ce apare din senin,&lt;br /&gt;intelegere si schimbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea este o putere indescriptibila,&lt;br /&gt;este curajul ce de multe ori lipseste, &lt;br /&gt;privirea sincera si inocenta,&lt;br /&gt;timpul ce parca s-a oprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicare si pasiune nascute din iubire,&lt;br /&gt;zborul lin si gingas al cuvintelor&lt;br /&gt;pace, multumire si recunostiinta,&lt;br /&gt;complimente reale in iubire prind viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smerenie si bunatate,liniste&lt;br /&gt;fapte ce vorbesc din iubire,&lt;br /&gt;renuntare, reincepere si dedicare&lt;br /&gt;corectitudinea ce aduce incredere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o singura dorinta de mi-as permite&lt;br /&gt;aceasta iubire sa imi patrunda fiinta,&lt;br /&gt;fiecare celula sa renasca&lt;br /&gt;si toate acestea sa fie din iubire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-5702999245193614648?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4798943272702950548</id><published>2010-07-26T19:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:29:02.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into hope</title><content type='html'>For every angel in my life&lt;br /&gt;I cut a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It turns out to be the devil&lt;br /&gt;Tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired after all of the fights&lt;br /&gt;Hurt and almost destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Can't even open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;How will i recognize the sun rise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going from bad to worse&lt;br /&gt;will i recognize hope in time?&lt;br /&gt;Gently i touch my chest&lt;br /&gt;All of the heart is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere a mystical voice&lt;br /&gt;Cries out for me in another language&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see if it's another dark angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painfully rise on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Open just one broken eye&lt;br /&gt;To see for my salvation&lt;br /&gt;An angel of the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding all of the pieces of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Has wondered all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Just to bring all of them back&lt;br /&gt;I slowly fall back into hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4798943272702950548?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4798943272702950548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4798943272702950548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4798943272702950548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4798943272702950548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-into-hope.html' title='Falling into hope'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1791429568976016690</id><published>2009-12-08T15:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:55:41.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peste</title><content type='html'>Peste anii ce vor trece,&lt;br /&gt;peste toate fetzele,&lt;br /&gt;peste sentimente si greseli,&lt;br /&gt;peste lacrimi si zambete,&lt;br /&gt;mereu imi voi aminti de tine,&lt;br /&gt;peste negurile veacului&lt;br /&gt;tot voi mai spera&lt;br /&gt;ca iti vei aminti si tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand imi voi aminti&lt;br /&gt;voi sarbatori cu un zambet curat&lt;br /&gt;rasul va rasuna puternic in inima mea&lt;br /&gt;viata mi se va lumina&lt;br /&gt;de fiecare data cand imi voi aminti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1791429568976016690?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1791429568976016690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1791429568976016690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1791429568976016690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1791429568976016690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/peste.html' title='Peste'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6844185470862589590</id><published>2009-12-08T15:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:54:54.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In razboi</title><content type='html'>Am intrat in razboi,&lt;br /&gt;legat la maini,&lt;br /&gt;legat la ochi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am arme,doar sperante,&lt;br /&gt;Pot doar sa fug,&lt;br /&gt;Sa sper ca-i calea dreapta,&lt;br /&gt;sa omor iubirea ce-mi da speranta,&lt;br /&gt;Sa renunt la cine ma asteapta acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu mai cred in mine,&lt;br /&gt;sa nu mai creada nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;Doar daca nu mai am nimic de pierdut,&lt;br /&gt;doar atunci voi castiga totul,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci voi simti glontul,&lt;br /&gt;Ma voi feri si-apoi,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi totul e-n Carte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6844185470862589590?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6844185470862589590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6844185470862589590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6844185470862589590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6844185470862589590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-razboi.html' title='In razboi'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3969842210584932699</id><published>2009-12-08T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:54:02.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am nevoie</title><content type='html'>Am nevoie de cineva,sa ma auda cand strig&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de cineva,sa ma ridice din noroi&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de cineva,spre care sa fug&lt;br /&gt;La rascruce incotro sa alerg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu,sa-mi prinzi lacrima?&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu,ce mi-ai schimbat viata?&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu sa vezi ce am ajuns?&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns la capat incotro s-apuc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde e zambetul tau,ce aduce viata?&lt;br /&gt;Cand va veni,iar,cu tine dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;Daca lumea ar fi perfect de dreapta,&lt;br /&gt;Tu,iubire,ai dormi langa mine diseara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti aud vocea printre soapte frante,&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu mai esti acolo decat ieri,&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul nu mai vine si vreau sa recunosc&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de tine sa iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de cineva sa ma auda cand strig,&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu ce mi-ai schimbat viata?&lt;br /&gt;Cand va veni cu tine iar dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu mai esti acolo decat ieri.&lt;div 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nevoie'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-558950591060463137</id><published>2009-12-08T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:53:18.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai astepta</title><content type='html'>nu mai astepta iubito,&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vin vreodata&lt;br /&gt;dezbracat de orgoliu,&lt;br /&gt;am fost secerat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am indragostit pe drum&lt;br /&gt;nu mai astepta iubito,&lt;br /&gt;am facut erori de neiertat&lt;br /&gt;nu ma pot ridica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mai am ce sa iti ofer,&lt;br /&gt;ti-am pierdut cadoul,&lt;br /&gt;nu mai astepta iubito,&lt;br /&gt;nu-mi duce dorul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu plange ca n-am sa vin,&lt;br /&gt;am doar durere cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa plangi,&lt;br /&gt;nu mai astepta iubito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-558950591060463137?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/558950591060463137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=558950591060463137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/558950591060463137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/558950591060463137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-mai-astepta.html' title='Nu mai astepta'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8406151221709422741</id><published>2009-12-08T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:52:26.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesc...</title><content type='html'>Iubesc sa te omor!&lt;br /&gt;Sa te arunc din ganduri,&lt;br /&gt;cat mai departe,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi s-astept sa-mi fie dor,&lt;br /&gt;Sa te aduc 'napoi,&lt;br /&gt;din cea mai 'tunecata noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sa te incui pe-afar',&lt;br /&gt;Sa uit ca te-am avut vreodat',&lt;br /&gt;Sa plang apoi de tine si de dorul tau&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma intorc umil iar la tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sa am iubirea ta la dispozitie,&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu ca e am mea oricand,&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sa te iubesc,iubire&lt;br /&gt;Tot raul e spre un mai mare bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8406151221709422741?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8406151221709422741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8406151221709422741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8406151221709422741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8406151221709422741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/iubesc.html' title='Iubesc...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6833665197734483808</id><published>2009-09-07T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:48:03.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ramasita</title><content type='html'>O ultima ramasita de zi,&lt;br /&gt;am pierdut-o,&lt;br /&gt;a cazut prin buzunarul spart,&lt;br /&gt;altcineva o va gasi,&lt;br /&gt;se va bucura de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ultim zambet sincer&lt;br /&gt;sters de pe fata murdara&lt;br /&gt;de o furtuna de suparari,&lt;br /&gt;la ce imi folosea oricum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ultima dorinta,&lt;br /&gt;sa pot pleca,&lt;br /&gt;mai am de gasit o ramasita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6833665197734483808?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6833665197734483808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6833665197734483808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6833665197734483808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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de la rasarit la apus&lt;br /&gt;Mereu in spate, calcandu-ti pe urme&lt;br /&gt;Am mintea goala si atatea de spus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamantul a inghetat sub picioare,&lt;br /&gt;De ce si cum un zambet doare?&lt;br /&gt;Ma impiedic de vise risipite&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am gasit batista, e plina de sentimente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6789976030358295044?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6789976030358295044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6789976030358295044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6789976030358295044'/><link rel='self' 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Dumnezeu&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi ei cred in ceva,&lt;br /&gt;cred ca nu cred ca exista,&lt;br /&gt;dar daca totusi este?&lt;br /&gt;ei sunt atat de "cruji" cu lumea&lt;br /&gt;pana la ultima picatura, traieste clipa,&lt;br /&gt;dar daca totusi este?&lt;br /&gt;multi trec in drumul carjelor mele&lt;br /&gt;ei cred ca ma tarasc si eu pe langa ei&lt;br /&gt;de fapt eu zbor si carjele-mi sunt aripi&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca eu cred ca exista,&lt;br /&gt;undeva sau poate candva sau chiar acum&lt;br /&gt;un Creator....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4320302933392580738?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4320302933392580738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3937277153269835203</id><published>2009-06-20T16:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:28:28.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall before the rise</title><content type='html'>time of miracles is far away now,&lt;br /&gt;time of faith has gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;all of the earth has turned black,&lt;br /&gt;still looking for love but is dark&lt;br /&gt;could use some fire as i miss the light.&lt;br /&gt;the air in my lungs is almos over&lt;br /&gt;"where are you? why my lover?"&lt;br /&gt;my soul is tired as i let it go&lt;br /&gt;it flies to the place with still waters&lt;br /&gt;it's in Heaven now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3937277153269835203?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3937277153269835203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3937277153269835203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3937277153269835203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3937277153269835203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-before-rise.html' title='The fall before the rise'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1956095780992362302</id><published>2009-06-20T16:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:58:11.547+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be happy!</title><content type='html'>Earth, no longer my home&lt;br /&gt;Hate, turned me into stone&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts belong to heaven&lt;br /&gt;My soul is almost there.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness awaits as i count the seconds,&lt;br /&gt;i need no water in Paradise,&lt;br /&gt;as i will drink the magic potion of Love.&lt;br /&gt;The air I need so much here will be gone,&lt;br /&gt;as i will breathe your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i have to go through fire,&lt;br /&gt;I will fight,I will survive&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1956095780992362302?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1956095780992362302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1956095780992362302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1956095780992362302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1956095780992362302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-be-happy.html' title='I will be happy!'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4454644999334798186</id><published>2009-05-29T20:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:04:00.485+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incaltat in creierii tai</title><content type='html'>creierii tai sunt slapi&lt;br /&gt;umblu incaltat in ei&lt;br /&gt;te port mereu spre culmi mai bune&lt;br /&gt;te ajut si iti ofer sperante&lt;br /&gt;vorbe racoritoare iti soptesc&lt;br /&gt;in zilele fierbinti de august&lt;br /&gt;si te incalzesc in decembrie&lt;br /&gt;tu imi oferi comfort si siguranta&lt;br /&gt;eu umblu incaltat in creierii tai&lt;br /&gt;iti arat drumul cel bun &lt;br /&gt;stiu ca nu va dura la infinit&lt;br /&gt;altcineva imi lua locul curand&lt;br /&gt;el va umbla in ei zambind&lt;br /&gt;ca dupa o batalie importanta,&lt;br /&gt;el va crede ca a castigat.&lt;br /&gt;el va umbla in ei,&lt;br /&gt;te va purta peste tot prin lume,&lt;br /&gt;pe culmi rele si bune,&lt;br /&gt;el va umbla in ei&lt;br /&gt;dar nu va putea pasi pe urmele mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4454644999334798186?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4454644999334798186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4454644999334798186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;br /&gt;i look at her with hate in my dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;i reject everything that leeds to love&lt;br /&gt;that is what i say in my broken mind&lt;br /&gt;why should i love and why should i trust&lt;br /&gt;when i know is not love it is lust&lt;br /&gt;and in the end it will be mixed with the desert's dust.&lt;br /&gt;i look out the dirty window in the old bar&lt;br /&gt;the sun is fading and i am still not gone&lt;br /&gt;what am i waiting for? i ask the glass on my table&lt;br /&gt;the bottle is almost empty and i cant take another round&lt;br /&gt;i lay my head down and slowly i fade,i dream&lt;br /&gt;i see u far away taken by the mistic wind&lt;br /&gt;no people around me yet i hear a whispering voice&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand it but it is all noise&lt;br /&gt;all around me people appear, i let down&lt;br /&gt;my mother,my father and u somewhere in the dark&lt;br /&gt;why dont u come to me and look me in my face&lt;br /&gt;dont u see i have fallen so deep in disgrace&lt;br /&gt;a smile shines on my face as u dissaper&lt;br /&gt;a smile full of pain and venom and fear&lt;br /&gt;i open my eyes scared and look around&lt;br /&gt;no mom and dad, no you,just the empty pub&lt;br /&gt;one more glass and i'm gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8247124728414483373?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8247124728414483373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8247124728414483373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8247124728414483373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8247124728414483373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2562409961290035342</id><published>2009-05-24T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:23:22.908+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O bucata de pamant</title><content type='html'>totul se intoarce de unde a plecat,&lt;br /&gt;cate lacrimi am varsat,&lt;br /&gt;totul in zadar este acum si zbier&lt;br /&gt;totul se transforma in desert&lt;br /&gt;lacrimile se usuca si as vrea sa plec&lt;br /&gt;unde as putea sa ma ascund de ochii Tai&lt;br /&gt;oriunde m-as duce Tu esti akolo&lt;br /&gt;si oriunde privesc iti vad ochii&lt;br /&gt;mana Ta e intinsa spre mine de la inceput&lt;br /&gt;de cate ori am refuzat &lt;br /&gt;de cate ori te-m umilit si de cate ori te-am respins&lt;br /&gt;dar Tu cu lacrimi in ochi ai intins bratele&lt;br /&gt;m-ai iertat si ai murit pentru un pumn de nisip&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca asta am fost si asta raman.&lt;br /&gt;tac si ascult linistea caci akolo este vocea Ta&lt;br /&gt;imi soptesti planurile Tale si imi zambesti ascuns&lt;br /&gt;eu iti promit k o sa te ascult mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Tu sti k o sa cad iar si o sa plang&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa iti promit k o sa fiu perfect&lt;br /&gt;pacatul imi curge prin vene si nu pot&lt;br /&gt;as vrea de acum sa imi cer iertare&lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa ma ridici chiar dak ma doare&lt;br /&gt;sa ma ierti,sunt doar o bucata de pamant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pamant'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1240774669061330007</id><published>2009-05-21T12:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:59:58.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obosit...</title><content type='html'>Obosit de atata suferinta,&lt;br /&gt;ma asesz pe pat,&lt;br /&gt;dar patul nu exista&lt;br /&gt;si cad...&lt;br /&gt;nici eu nu exist,&lt;br /&gt;si tac...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1240774669061330007?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1240774669061330007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1240774669061330007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1240774669061330007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1240774669061330007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/obosit.html' title='Obosit...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7957506140072560277</id><published>2009-05-18T18:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:49:04.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is a must</title><content type='html'>Words are something that i left behind&lt;br /&gt;Empty,meaningless words can't touch&lt;br /&gt;I hide myself within my mind&lt;br /&gt;Al i can hear is the echo and is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i need words to act?&lt;br /&gt;Why do words brake my walls?&lt;br /&gt;It kills my heart,turns desire into lust&lt;br /&gt;Not another step,no words now,silence is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lips were sealed with golden rules&lt;br /&gt;If around would fly only the words we need&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to hide behind my walls&lt;br /&gt;But words are weapons of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring back the echo of my silence&lt;br /&gt;Never would i speak with no meaning&lt;br /&gt;My words will never break the walls&lt;br /&gt;Will have to pray in silence for'em all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7957506140072560277?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7957506140072560277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7957506140072560277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/7957506140072560277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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simti&lt;br /&gt;Picaturi de sange cald curg&lt;br /&gt;Curatand cioburile murdare.&lt;br /&gt;Obosit si plin de durere&lt;br /&gt;Intalnesc o creatura in cale,&lt;br /&gt;cu voce stinsa si ochii plansi&lt;br /&gt;intreb sincer si zambesc:&lt;br /&gt;"mai e mult pana departe?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-794459979773611161?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/794459979773611161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=794459979773611161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/794459979773611161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/794459979773611161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/mai-e-mult.html' title='Mai e mult...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4053439250979878154</id><published>2009-05-14T13:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:32:13.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROBOTS DON'T SHARE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4053439250979878154?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4053439250979878154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4053439250979878154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4053439250979878154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4053439250979878154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/robots-dont-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-4010881920047870726</id><published>2009-05-11T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:02:37.645+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Durere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am adormit cu durerea in dinti&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit tot cu ea,&lt;br /&gt;am vrut sa ma ridic din pat&lt;br /&gt;sudorile fierbinti ma tineau legat,&lt;br /&gt;ca si cum cei treizeci de arginti&lt;br /&gt;pe Iuda l-au spanzurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/6683765619918284106-4010881920047870726?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4010881920047870726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4010881920047870726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4010881920047870726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/4010881920047870726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/durere.html' title='Durere'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1720787423019975764</id><published>2009-05-10T22:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:18:31.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Numar liniile de la trecerea de pietoni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;la a treia linie o albina se zbate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa nu moara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as vrea sa o ajut...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vine o masina........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1720787423019975764?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1720787423019975764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1720787423019975764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1720787423019975764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1720787423019975764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/numar-liniile-de-la-trecerea-de-pietoni.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8896389641884127980</id><published>2009-04-25T19:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:39:02.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea adevarata...</title><content type='html'>Cu ce drept vorbiti voi de dragoste&lt;br /&gt;Cand voi simtiti doar pofta pacatoasa&lt;br /&gt;Cu ce drept raniti atatea persoane&lt;br /&gt;Mereu pentru o dragoste proasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati transformat dragostea in bani&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu va mai urasc vor trece multi ani&lt;br /&gt;Ma dezgusta dramele tinerilor indragostiti&lt;br /&gt;Nu e dragoste si prea bine o stiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum as putea sa va deschid macar odata inima&lt;br /&gt;Macar odata sa va indrept spre bine privirea&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedeti ca nu v-ati indragostit deloc&lt;br /&gt;E doar o pasiune murdara,un mic foc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati transformat dragostea in sex murdar&lt;br /&gt;Sunteti gata sa va dati viata degeaba&lt;br /&gt;Maine sa dus dragostea si va incepe alta iar&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea adevarata nu se va transforma in ura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu va mai aud paganilor vorbind de dragoste&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiti ce inseamna,niciodata poate nu veti sti&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea voastra murdara trece prea repede&lt;br /&gt;Nu va cred nici daca de dragoste ati muri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8896389641884127980?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8896389641884127980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8896389641884127980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8896389641884127980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8896389641884127980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/dragostea-adevarata.html' title='Dragostea adevarata...'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8341299530595985969</id><published>2009-04-24T21:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:57:27.044+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acea iubire....</title><content type='html'>Inca o iubire a murit subit&lt;br /&gt;S-a stins cand soarele a rasarit&lt;br /&gt;Am ingropat-o undeva intrun colt de cimitir&lt;br /&gt;Mai trec pe acolo cand mai simt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista oare acea iubire vesnica&lt;br /&gt;Acea iubire careia sa nu-i sap groapa&lt;br /&gt;Sa imi curga prin vene si sa zbor&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma poarte cu aripi uriase dicolo de nori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce inseamna iubire e ingropata undeva in spate&lt;br /&gt;In trecutul nevorbit,nespus si neamintit&lt;br /&gt;Gandul intr-acolo nu-mi mai zboara&lt;br /&gt;Orice as face alta iubire in curand o sa moara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soarele va straluci odata peste acea iubire&lt;br /&gt;Acel sentiment nemuritor ce o sa il simt&lt;br /&gt;Inca putin si vine vremea peste mine&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca voi fi pregatit insa pentru tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8341299530595985969?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8341299530595985969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8341299530595985969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8341299530595985969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8341299530595985969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/acea-iubire.html' title='Acea iubire....'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3062459854142461563</id><published>2009-04-24T21:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:43:12.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai astepta</title><content type='html'>Multi asteapta un salvator de nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;Sa apara sa le schimbe viata daramata&lt;br /&gt;Renunta la tot si spera la mai bine&lt;br /&gt;Poate daca ar lupta putin ar reusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa le plang eu lor de mila?&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa indraznesc sa-i ajut&lt;br /&gt;Viata si-au transformat in ruina&lt;br /&gt;De ce eu sa ma lupt sa-i schimb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva sa-i loveasca mai tare putin&lt;br /&gt;Realitatea sa se scalde si in ochii lor&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti renunta la viata cand e greu&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti astepta mereu acel salvator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile nu schimba nimic desi cad&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia le acopera si nu se mai vad&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa-mi planga toti pe umar&lt;br /&gt;As putea fi dar nu vad nici un rost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracole se intampla zi de zi peste tot&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu crezi si tu in ele acum?&lt;br /&gt;Salvatorul ce-l astepti mereu nu va veni&lt;br /&gt;Ridica-te singur si schimba ploaia in soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupta mereu pentru o schimbare evidenta&lt;br /&gt;Nu lasa ploaia sa iti mai intre in suflet&lt;br /&gt;Nu lasa pe altii sa te influenteze&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa traiasca altii viata ta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3062459854142461563?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3062459854142461563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3062459854142461563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3062459854142461563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3062459854142461563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/nu-mai-astepta.html' title='Nu mai astepta'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-387910795187607429</id><published>2009-04-24T21:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:22:14.212+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am plecat....</title><content type='html'>Intr-un razboi continuu o lume intreaga&lt;br /&gt;Mai am un cartus pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;Ascuns in intuneric ma lupt cu sufletul&lt;br /&gt;Am sapat multe gropi pentru multi&lt;br /&gt;Acum a venit randul meu sa plec spre lumina&lt;br /&gt;Incarc arma,o pun la cap si trag&lt;br /&gt;Viata toata pot sa o vad intr-o secunda&lt;br /&gt;Ce am gresit,ce bine am facut,dispare&lt;br /&gt;Ma prabusesc in tarana murdara de pacate&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat din lumea asta urata si intunecata&lt;br /&gt;Ma indrept spre lumina,acum sunt un inger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-1057002316895226896</id><published>2009-04-08T14:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:09:13.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperantele din umbra ta</title><content type='html'>A trecut o saptamana de cand vorbeam cu ea la telefon si as fi tinuto asa o viata dar simteam nevoiea si dorinta sa o si vad asa ca i-am propus sa ne vedem in weekend cand ma intorc de la faculta in oras si spre surprinderea mea ea a acceptat.Nu imi venea sa cred.De cinci ani asteptam ziua in care sa ies cu ea in oras si sa am ocazia sa ii spun tot ce simt pentru ea.Partea proasta e ca era abia marti si pana vineri mai era destul de mult.Daca se razgandea?imi distrugea toate visele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa ma gandesc la ziua cand am cunoscuto.Se intamplase in urma cu vreo 5 ani intr-o tabara de adolescenti cand m-a intrebat o fata,nu mai stiu exact care, de cine imi place din tabara si eu am privit-o pe ea si am spus ca de ea imi place si nu stiu din ce cauza ea a luat-o la fuga la ea in cort si a plans toata ziua dar apoi s-a obisnuit cu ideea.Am iesit impreuna vreo 2 saptamani dupa ce sa terminat tabara si apoi fara nici un motiv ne-am despartit.De fiecare data cand o vedeam dupa aceea imi schimba lumea.Nimic nu mai era la fel.Pasarile cantau altfel,culorile erau mai vii si fata mea mereu plina de zambete sincere de copil indragostit.Cel mai ciudat este faptul ca nu ne-am sarutat niciodata desi as fi vrut si ma gandeam adesea la asta dar nu am avut niciodata curajul sa o sarut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trecea foarte greu si cateodata mi se parea ca ceasul sta si il mai loveam un pic sa isi revina dar ramnea la fel parca incercand sa imi spuna sa am rabdare.Discutiile cu colegii nu ma mai atrageau fie ca vorbeau de meciul de aseara sau de cel ce urma sau de vreo bunaciune din faculta.Eram cu gandul doar la ea,la ce o sa ii spun cand o vad,la cum sa ma port cu ea,incercam sa imi planific fiecare secunda din intalnirea noastra,fiecare pas si fiecare zambet.Adeseori eram atat de pierdut ca treceau ore intregi si eu tot la ea ma gandeam.Mai ieseam cateodata din aceste transe ciudate si incercam sa imi spun ca ar trebui sa nu visez atat si sa nu ma implic atat de repede in ceva ce nici nu stiam daca o sa existe.Nimic nu doare mai mult decat visele irosite si sfaramate in care s-a pus prea multa speranta inainte de vreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineri.Curs.Opt dimineata.Mai vioi si mai treaz ca niciodata cu toate ca de obicei dorm la cursurile de dimineata.Zambetul de pe fata mea trada tot ce incercam sa ascund,am incercat sa nu spun nimanui de ea,sa fie secretul meu,comoara mea inca nedescoperita,sa fie ea steaua ce o sa imi poarte numele.Nu imi venea sa cred ca trecuse saptamana deja si in acea seara am sa o vad.Pe ea.Prima mea prietena si speram sa fie si ultima.Dar atunci un gand ciudat si revoltator mi-a patrus in minte ca un hot ce fura tot si nu lasa nimic in urma decat durere si necaz.Un gand ce mi-a spotit usor in ureche "Dar ea? Ea se gandeste atat la tine? Isi face planuri? E nerabdatoare sa te vada?" Tremuram ca un copac in fata furtunii si inceracam sa nu ma gandesc la acele intrebari.Nu vroiam sa stiu sa raspunsul.Am plecat dupa curs grabit la camin am facut bagajul si am fugit la gara sa nu pierd trenul.Nu l-as fi pierdut pentru nimic in lume.Urma sa ma duca spre fericire,spre un paradis de unde am fost alungat pe nedrept de mult si acum imi vroiam locul inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca este loc mai aglomerat decat o gara intr-o zi de vineri.Haos total peste tot.Cozi infernale la case de marcat si trenul aproape ca venise.Stiam ca nu mai prind bilet dar inca mai speram cand trenul a fost anuntat in gara.Ce repede trecea timpul acum cand aveam nevoie de el,parca isi batea joc de mine,daca as fi putut sa iau cateva minute din timpul pe care il irosisem in cursul saptamanii.Dar brusc m-am oprit din gandit si am luat-o la fuga din randul in care eram, ca un prizonier ce tocmai incerca sa evadeze,am sarit un gard si apoi direct in trenul ce era deja in miscare.Nu o sa las nimic sa ma impiedice sa ajung la destinatie.Nimic.Ma gandeam ca daca nu ma intalnesc acum cu ea cine stie cand o sa mai am ocazia.Trebuia sa fac totul sa ajung.M-am deplasat rapid in compartiment unde era un frig incredibil,parca mai ceva ca afara.Imi venea sa deschid geamul sa se incalzeasca un pic dar ce poti sa astepti de la trenurile romanesti si eram in luna ianuarie,aproape februarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un somn m-a cuprins fara sa am nimic de spus si am adormit imediat zgribulit intr-un colt de compartiment unde mi se parea ca e mai cald.Doar mi se parea.O voce groasa de barbat trecut de 40 de ani m-a trezit din somnul ce parca se lupta sa alunge frigul deoarece nu mai simteam nimic.Era controlorul.Ce era sa-i zic acum,ca era multa lume in gara,ca pleca trenul si nu apucam bilet,ca ma indrept spre fata viselor mele.nu stiam care raspuns sa il aleg asa ca am spus simplu ca nu am bilet.Nu mai dadusem mita pana atunci si nu stiam cum sa procedez.El s-a asezat langa mine si cu un aer superior a rostit usor si linistit un singur cuvant 'JOS".Dar nu puteam sa cobor nu inca mai aveam un pic si ajungeam la destinatie.Dupa o discutie lunga in care el mia explicat tot ce era de explicat si mia zis ce grea e viata si ca trebuie sa traieasca si el si mult altele i-am dat bani cam cat era biletul si dupa ce a plecat am cazut iar in somnul meu inghetat si fara vise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la destinatie mai mult inghetat decat as fi vrut dar cum mi-am ales garderoba gresit a trebuit sa suport conscecintele.Cum am ajuns acasa am vorbit cu parintii am mai povestit cu cine era pe la mine pe acasa prin vizita asa ca orice student politicos ce isi face timp sa raspunda la toate intrebarile prostesti si apoi m-am retras la mine in camera si am sunat-o.Cand i-am auzit vocea parca auzeam cel mai minunat cor din lume cantand cea mai frumoasa melodie posibila.As fi stat sa o ascult ore intregi.Am stabilit sa ne intalnim pe la sase.Era doar trei.Parca timpul trecea iar prea incet si iar am inceput sa numar minutele privind tavanul alb pe care se jucau toate scenele cu final fericit posibile din seara aceea.Am atipit un pic si am visat lacrimi dar eu eram cel mai fericit pentru ca urma sa o vad dupa atata timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumul era destul de lung pana la locul intalnirii dar am ales sa merg pe jos.Vroiam sa ma mai gandesc la ce urma de parca nu m-am gandit destul toata saptamana.M-am intalnit cu mai multi prieteni care ma invitau in diverse locuri dar nu aveam timp de iesirile lor.Am grabit putin pasul pentru ca nu vroiam sa intarzii.Vroiam sa ajung inaintea ei deoarece citisem undeva ca da o impresie buna.Ajuns aproape acolo am vazut-o apropiindu-se.Am ajuns amandoi aproape in acelasi timp.M-am oprit putin sa o admir.Era superba mergand asa singura prin zapada si fulgii ce se asterneau usor pe ea,as fi dat orice sa fiu in locul lor atunci chiar daca urma sa ma topesc instantaneu.Nu as putea sa spun in cuvinte ce simteam atunci.Nu vreau sa imi bat joc de cuvinte si nici dictionarul nu dispune de cuvintele necesare pentru descrierea ei.Era ca si cerul.Nimeni nu il poate descrie dar toti sunt constienti ca este cel mai frumos loc posibil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vorbit mult,am ras,ne-am plimbat,am tacut.Am vorbit si mai mult si apoi ea mi-a propus sa merg la o intalnire de tineret la un centru crestin si am acceptat imediat doarece mai vroiam sa fiu cu ea.Ne-am indreptat catre centru mergand prin zapada ce parca imi soptea sa nu o las sa plece pana nu-i spun ce simpt pentru ea.Am ajuns la centru dar intalnirea se terminase deja.Ma intristasem putin deoarece ea locuia aproape de centru si vroia sa mearga acasa.Si eu inca nu-i dezvaluisem sentimentele mele si visele si sperantele si tot ce aveam sa-i spun.Spre surprinderea mea s-a oferit sa ma conduca pana la iesirea din cartier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faceam pasii tot mai mici deoarece nu vroiam sa ajung in locul de unde ea urma sa se intoarca inapoi dar intr-un final am ajuns akolo si inca destul de repede.Iar timpul nu a fost de partea mea.Am vrut sa plec dupa ce ne-am luat ramas bun si am zambit dar m-am intors si am luat-o in brate.Nu puteam sa plec inca.In momentul acela cand am avut-o atat de aproape de mine am simtit ca sunt complet,ca nu mai am nevoie de nimic.Ea si-a ridicat putin privirea si i-am vazut ochii negrii.Atunci am sarutat-o.Dupa atata timp am sarutat-o dar spre surpinderea mea ea nu mi-a raspuns la sarut.Nu mai stiam ce sa fac.Cum sa procedez.Asta nu era in planurile mele.Sperantele si visele le vedeam in ceata si tot mai departe de mine.Inca o tineam in brate cand m-a privit si am vazut cum buzele ei se indreapata spre ale mele.Asa cum un alergator simte ca urmeaza linia de sosire si urmeaza sa ia premiul cel mare la care a visat mereu asa am simtit si eu.Cand m-a sarutat o lumina alba parca ne-a inconjurat pentru a ne uni pe vecie si lacrimi cristaline se prelingeau lin pe obrajii mei inghetati parca aducandui la viata.Apoi am privit cerul si am vazut cum stele imi zambeau si parca fulgii de nea erau mesagerii lor si imi spuneau ca de acum voi fi fericit si totul va fi perfect.O tineam in brate si plangeam de bucurie.Era ireal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NU" s-a auzit dintr-o data din gura ei ce mai devreme imi arata fericirea.S-a desprins din bratele mele si incerca sa imi explice ca nu poate.Ca nu e pregatita.Eu ascultam dar parca eram lovit de tun direct in moalele capului si nu puteam reactiona deloc.Totul in jurul meu se spargea si disparea.Stele nu mai erau pe cer.Erau ascunse dupa nori.Nu voiau sa vada caderea mea.Degeaba incercam sa-i explic eu ca am sa astept cat e nevoie.Cat trebuie.Oricat as fi asteptat.Lacrimile de bucurie se transformasera in lacrimi de durere ce imi inghetau obrajii ce de atunci uitara zambetul acela sincer ce adesea il aveam.Nu vroiam sa vada ca plang asa ca am luato in brate.Nu i-as mai fi dat drumul niciodata.Stiam ca atunci cand ii voi da drumul nu o voi mai avea niciodata.O voi pierde.Timpul iar a castigat si desi era foarte frig afara nu vroia sa inghete macar odata sa o tin mai mult langa mine.A plecat.In umbra ei se ascundeau toate visele mele si ea le lua acum cu ea.Nu le voi mai avea niciodata.Ea nu va mai fi.Am cazut in zapada si am plans.Eram singur pe strada.Durerea ce o simteam era prea mare sa o port mereu cu mine dar inrobit de ea m-am ridicat si tragand picioarele dupa mine am plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai trec si acum pe acolo,pe strada aceea incercand parca sa alunec in timp macar odata inapoi la acea seara sa repar ceva.Privesc coltul acela de strada si caut cu privirea visele pierdute si lacrimile ce le-am lasat acolo cand am cazut prada durerii.Am cautato si pe ea cu privirea dar nu mai era,nu acolo,nu atunci.Mi-am pus masca la loc si zambetul fals ce il port mereu si cu pasi mici m-am indepartat de coltul strazii unde am pierdut tot si am cunoscut durerea ce o port mereu cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;"Unde esti tu fericire pura?Dar tu zambet curat de copil indragostit?" "Sunt pierdute in umbra ei de mult", imi raspunse masca ce o port sa ascund durerea.Intorc capul sa mai privesc odata strada aceea dar nu o mai zaresc.Cerul se innoreaza.Ploua.Plec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1057002316895226896?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1057002316895226896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1057002316895226896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1057002316895226896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1057002316895226896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/sperantele-din-umbra-ta.html' title='Sperantele din umbra ta'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-8160573831749161723</id><published>2009-03-12T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:50:32.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vrea sa inteleg neintelesul&lt;br /&gt;Cat as clipi sa aiba sens non-sensul&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca as sti totul oare&lt;br /&gt;Ar mai avea viata atata culoare?&lt;br /&gt;M-as plimba singur printre nestiutori&lt;br /&gt;Acuzand pe toti de a lor erori&lt;br /&gt;As fi ca un crin printre spini&lt;br /&gt;M-as sufoca si singur as muri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bine si asa cum sunt acum&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi inteleg nici propriul drum&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce sens au multe lucruri&lt;br /&gt;Dar e mai bine asa fara sensuri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8160573831749161723?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8160573831749161723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8160573831749161723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8160573831749161723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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te-njura printre dinti?&lt;br /&gt;Tu vi mereu la timp,&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata, tu, nu minti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singuratatea te-nconjoara&lt;br /&gt;Misterul ti-e a ta naframa.&lt;br /&gt;De atatia mii si mii de ani&lt;br /&gt;vii mereu, cand te vei plictisi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te astept si eu ca toti ceilalti&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ai sa vi la timp&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te astept zambind&lt;br /&gt;Cand vei veni, usor, sa ma inalti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1251724561666769203?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1251724561666769203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1251724561666769203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1251724561666769203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1251724561666769203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/03/cand-ai-sa-vi.html' title='Cand ai sa vi?'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-7470619961103554259</id><published>2009-02-09T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:47:27.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar cand?</title><content type='html'>Cu spatele la religiile unei lumi pagane&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa ignor credintele create de lume&lt;br /&gt;Curg pe obraji fierbinte lacrime&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii inchisi, deschis la minte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vine acel raspuns sfant&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi va spune cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;Glasul TAU nu pot sa il aud&lt;br /&gt;Poate nu sunt pregatit, dar cand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7470619961103554259?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7470619961103554259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=7470619961103554259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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esti&lt;br /&gt;Noi oamenii cu toti traim&lt;br /&gt;Cand vine vremea mai si murim&lt;br /&gt;Dar TU nu traiesti&lt;br /&gt;TU, pur si simplu, ESTI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-8639205867483391800?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8639205867483391800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=8639205867483391800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8639205867483391800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/8639205867483391800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Daca incerci sa-i ajuti&lt;br /&gt;Te vor uri mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Prea multi cred ca minti&lt;br /&gt;Fara sa spui vreun cuvant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renuntand incet la cei din jur&lt;br /&gt;Incerci sa nu ajungi ca ei acum&lt;br /&gt;Pleci privirea si dispari in fum&lt;br /&gt;Ramai singur pe al tau drum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-1252171365223845857?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1252171365223845857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=1252171365223845857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/1252171365223845857'/><link 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viata&lt;br /&gt;Dar voi ati taiat ata&lt;br /&gt;De care atarna speranta&lt;br /&gt;Acum, dar, se intoarce roata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De as putea schimba tot trecutul&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi diferit tot viitorul&lt;br /&gt;As iubi mai mult prezentul,&lt;br /&gt;Nu as mai simti dorul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic, insa, nu se schimba&lt;br /&gt;Se iarta pacatul&lt;br /&gt;Ramane o consecinta&lt;br /&gt;Ingenunchiaza si imparatul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-4515152035638084351?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4515152035638084351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=4515152035638084351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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prin ce treci&lt;br /&gt;Poate crezi ca iubesti&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine ar fi sa te linistesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce simti acum nu e iubire&lt;br /&gt;Vrei totul doar pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Egoismul ti-a umplut inima&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi mai usor daca ai renunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu iti fa false sperante&lt;br /&gt;Nu coase totul cu albe ate&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti inca ce-i iubirea&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti strica de acum inima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai rabdare, gandeste&lt;br /&gt;Nu te arunca orbeste,&lt;br /&gt;Prea tare vei suferi&lt;br /&gt;Rabdare, nu te pripi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-7061845366400687246?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7061845366400687246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2937888748898961825</id><published>2009-02-06T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:42:56.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sus.....jos</title><content type='html'>Cu putinele sarutari ce mi le-ai dat&lt;br /&gt;Ai hranit un suflet de mult inmormantat&lt;br /&gt;L-ai scos din groapa, l-ai salvat&lt;br /&gt;De toate bolile l-ai vindecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet hranit cu minciuni prea curate.&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet ce a crezut in vorbe nu in fapte&lt;br /&gt;Nu poate rezista prea mult&lt;br /&gt;Cade prins in al lumii haos si tumult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce minune sa infaptuiesc?&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa iti arat cat de mult te iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns dependent de minciunile tale,&lt;br /&gt;Fara ele cerul cade, cade si tot cade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rana din inima prea adanca e,&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru ce o mai alina sunt alte suflete&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa le vanez peste tot&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca am ajuns un fel de robot...mort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2937888748898961825?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2937888748898961825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2937888748898961825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2937888748898961825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2937888748898961825'/><link rel='alternate' 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din lumea asta&lt;br /&gt;O, TU cel ce ai creat viata&lt;br /&gt;Oare TU nu ma auzi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-511262540865126955?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/511262540865126955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=511262540865126955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/511262540865126955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/511262540865126955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/02/bradule.html' title='Bradule.....'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-2430593110528053129</id><published>2009-01-25T04:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:11:50.501+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am pierdut</title><content type='html'>Am pierdut perfectul,nu-l mai pot atinge&lt;br /&gt;Plang si plang cu lacrimi de sange&lt;br /&gt;Cazut-am cu forta din inaltimi&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ales sa ne despartim&lt;br /&gt;Poate ma tarasc acum si cersesc&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu am sa refuz niciodata sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce faci are sigur o urmare&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic usor sa nu deranjez prea tare&lt;br /&gt;Incet te voi arunca in a inimii mormant&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vorbi,nu zambi,nu o sa mai plang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-2430593110528053129?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2430593110528053129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=2430593110528053129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2430593110528053129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/2430593110528053129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-pierdut.html' title='Am pierdut'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3043015390843459116</id><published>2009-01-16T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:00:04.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Numele meu</title><content type='html'>Batand tara in lung si-n lat&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns de unde am plecat&lt;br /&gt;Nici macar nu am gasit ce am cautat&lt;br /&gt;Ci mai mult am pierdut,m-am ratacit&lt;br /&gt;Iubind am mers si nu am fost oprit&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti tu,esti de negasit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram prins in prea multe pacate&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am permis prea multe fapte&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa traiesc doar in noapte&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai stiu cum este ziua&lt;br /&gt;Unde mi-am pierdut iubirea?&lt;br /&gt;Erau prea multe alegeri proaste&lt;br /&gt;Le-am lasat pe toate-n spate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invins si cazut, eram la pamant&lt;br /&gt;Orb si prea lovit de vant&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns si te-am gasit pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu aveam nimic si tu mi-ai dat iubire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3043015390843459116?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3043015390843459116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3043015390843459116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3043015390843459116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3043015390843459116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/numele-meu.html' title='Numele meu'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-3952555594370029127</id><published>2009-01-16T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:54:08.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As vrea</title><content type='html'>Toata lumea scrie carti&lt;br /&gt;Mai mult despre ideile altora&lt;br /&gt;N-au idei si n-au talent&lt;br /&gt;Se opresc mereu si fura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa citesc o poezie de Eminescu&lt;br /&gt;Fara sa mi-o aprofundeze cineva&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa-i inteleg singur sensu'&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie doar parerea mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi repugna ideea ca toti sunt critici&lt;br /&gt;Nici un cuvant nu mai poti sa zici&lt;br /&gt;Ca sar toti si dau cu parerea&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta le este rolul,asta le e viata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai marsh toti astia,explicatorilor&lt;br /&gt;nu ma intereseaza ce aveti de spus&lt;br /&gt;Plecati din lumea mea,tradatorilor&lt;br /&gt;Viitorul vostru de mult a apus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-3952555594370029127?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3952555594370029127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=3952555594370029127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3952555594370029127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/3952555594370029127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-vrea.html' title='As vrea'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-6374035829155286276</id><published>2009-01-15T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:24:01.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realitate</title><content type='html'>O fatza din oglina preacurata&lt;br /&gt;Imi zambeste neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Un zambet idiot si de ratat&lt;br /&gt;Care ma trezeste in fiecare dimineatza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mari si obositi intreaba&lt;br /&gt;"Cand te vei trezi si tu odata"?&lt;br /&gt;Si-apoi clipesc usor si rece&lt;br /&gt;Clipa mai departe trece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa ma trezesc la viata?&lt;br /&gt;Cand viata mea e in vis&lt;br /&gt;Si visul meu e viata totodata&lt;br /&gt;Refuz sa fiu ca toti un trist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi traiesc visul neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca un lucru de terminat&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea e de moment&lt;br /&gt;Fa-o sa treaca cat mai incet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-6374035829155286276?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6374035829155286276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=6374035829155286276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6374035829155286276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/6374035829155286276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/realitate.html' title='Realitate'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-189071179299758067</id><published>2009-01-15T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:20:07.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In trecut</title><content type='html'>Am renuntat sa cred ca se mai poate&lt;br /&gt;Am renuntat la eroicele fapte&lt;br /&gt;Impins din fata si din spate&lt;br /&gt;Am renuntat sa cred ca se mai poate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesc mereu spre un trecut de aur&lt;br /&gt;Am renuntat prezentul sa il mai traiesc&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce am e in trecut, trecutul il iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Privesc mereu spre un trecut de aur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aici", "acum" nu mai exista,le ignor&lt;br /&gt;Ce a fost este mai pretios, le iubesc, le ador&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma gandesc deloc la viitor&lt;br /&gt;"Aici", "acum" nu mai exista,le ignor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat de multi inca mai cred ca pot&lt;br /&gt;Insa am renuntat de mult la tot&lt;br /&gt;Dezamagit ies de pe scena&lt;br /&gt;Atat de multi inca mai cred ca pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-189071179299758067?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/feeds/189071179299758067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683765619918284106&amp;postID=189071179299758067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/189071179299758067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683765619918284106/posts/default/189071179299758067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zapoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-trecut.html' title='In trecut'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771034530369862345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PR9W5Q0CKZo/SMocWoj5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FjXvrtS1cjU/S220/emi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683765619918284106.post-411728696769080620</id><published>2009-01-15T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:15:04.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In mijlocul vietii</title><content type='html'>In mijlocul desertului, o floare&lt;br /&gt;In mijlocul junglei de betoane, un pic din soare&lt;br /&gt;In mijlocul razboiului meu, o scapare&lt;br /&gt;Te-am strigat dar n-ai dat ascultare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-am asteptat pe ulite pustii si reci&lt;br /&gt;Imi faceam sperante ca ai sa treci&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa ma privesti,sa ma salvezi&lt;br /&gt;Dar n-ai venit si-ncet te pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare dimineata singuratica&lt;br /&gt;Ce venea la timp neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Imi faceam inca o speranta&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu a fost degeaba atata asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentele au plecat, au ruginit&lt;br /&gt;De mult ochii nu ti-am privit&lt;br /&gt;Ma indrept usor, incet spre un sfarsit de veac&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai veni, m-am pierdut, nu mai am leac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683765619918284106-411728696769080620?l=zapoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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