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Negoita Andreea<br />
( Colegiul National Spiru Haret Bucuresti , clasa a XII-a G)<br />
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Blog si redactare realizate de: Negoita Andreea<br />
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Clip realizat de: Dumitru Bristena<br />
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Coparticipant: Baraitaru Lucian<br />
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Tema : "True love "<br />
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Profesor coordonator: Cosma Ioana<br />
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Silly wind ! I woke up because I heard it whispering at the
little window near the bed . And the , while I was opening my eyes , tired but
happy because of what I dreamt , I have had seen the sun burning and its rays
slowly dying one by one . </div>
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I got out of bed, although I would have hugged the pillows and you and feel the smell of clean sheets all
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I ran to the kitchen, tripping over our clothes thrown all
over the house.</div>
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While waiting to fill up my cup with the steaming black
elixir, I realized they I am naked. I looked back and beside the couch was your
shirt turned inside out, but still smelling of perfume. I dressed myself with
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was immersed in the smell of coffee. I promised then that I will spend
every morning of my life dressed in your clothes.<br />
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You were sleeping almost like a baby, half uncovered and
absorbed by the magical darnkess and the way your subconscious gave you a happy
expression. I leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. Not wanting to wake
you I did not tuck back in bed but I prepared to get a shower . I promised then
that every morning of my life I will kiss you while you sleep.</div>
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Hot water began to flow and it felt just the way your
fingers squeezed my skin last night. I did not
want to clean your scent so I used
your shower gel. When I got out I used your perfume and dressed myself again
with your shirt. Then I promised myself that every morning of my life I’ll
smell like you.</div>
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I gott back in the kitchen and I prepared breakfast. Knowing
that you do not drink coffee, I prepared your favorite tea, toast and
strawberry jam. I placed them nicely on a tray and got in the bedroom. I bend
over to wake you, but you turned smiling back at me taking the tray from my
hands. Then you throw me over you and start tickling and kissing me. I promised
then that every morning of my life I'll get your breakfast in bed.</div>
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And while I got lost in your eyes, letting my hair cover
your arms I heard the whistling wind again. I woke up disoriented and lost. The
sun was not there, his place being taken by clouds. The house was clean, the
clothes disappeared, coffee was too bitter
and you were nowhere . I promised then that every night of my life I’ll have
the same dream I just woke up from five minutes ago.</div>
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The way I dream about you , the fact that I think about you every second of my life and the way I crave for you . That is what true love means ! </div>
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Ce vant aiurit ! M-am trezit caci l-am auzit suierand la geamul mic dinspre pat . Apoi , in timp ce deschideam ochii , obosita dar fericita din pricina visului ce l-am avut in timpul noptii , am putut vedea cum soarele ardea mocnit cu razele murind incet , una cate una . </div>
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M-am dat jos din pat , desi mi-as fi dorit sa imbratisez pernele si pe tine si sa simt mirosul de cearsaf curat toata ziua .</div>
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Am alergat pana la bucatarie , impiedicandu-ma de hainele noastre aruncate in toata casa. </div>
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In timp ce asteptam sa mi se umple cana cu elixirul negru aburind , am realizat ca sunt dezbracata . Am intors privirea si in stanga canapelei era tricoul tau intors pe dos , dar inca mirosind a parfum . L-am imbracat si m-am cufundat in mirosul cafelei . Mi-am promis atunci ca fiecare dimineata a vietii mele am sa o petrec imbracata in hainele tale . </div>
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Aproape ca dormeai ca un copil mic , dezvelit pe jumatate , absorbit de magia intunericului si de subconstientul ce iti dadea o expresie fericita . M-am aplecat si te-am pupat pe frunte . Nevrand sa te trezesc nu m-am bagat la loc in pat ci m-am pregatit sa fac dus . Mi-am promis atunci ca in fiecare dimineata a vietii mele te voi saruta in timp ce dormi . </div>
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Apa fierbinte a inceput sa curga si parca iti simteam degetele strangandu-mi pielea , la fel ca in noaptea trecuta . Nu vreau sa ma curat de mirosul tau asa ca iti folosesc gelul de dus . Cand ies din dus iti folosesc parfumul pe incheieturi si imbrac la loc tricoul .Mi-am promis atunci ca in fiecare dimineata a vietii mele voi mirosi a tine . </div>
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Ajung din nou in bucatarie si incep sa pregatesc micul dejun . Stiind ca nu bei cafea , iti pregatesc ceaiul preferat , painea prajita si dulceata de capsuni . Le asez frumos pe o tava si intru in dormitor . Ma aplec sa te trezesc , dar te intorci zambind inspre mine si luandu-mi tava din mana , ma arunci peste tine si incepi sa ma gadili si sa ma saruti . Mi-am promis atunci ca in fiecare dimineata a vietii mele am sa-ti aduc micul dejun in pat . </div>
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Si-n timp ce ma pierdeam in ochii tai , lasandu-mi parul sa-ti acopere bratele am auzit vantul suierand din nou. M-am trezit dezorientata si pierduta . Soarele nu era acolo , locul lui fiind luat de nori . Casa era curata , nu erau haine aruncate, cafeaua era mult prea amara si tu nu erai nicaieri . Mi-am promis atunci ca in fiecare noapte a vietii mele voi avea acelasi vis din care tocmai m-am trezit acum 5 minute. </div>
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Felul in care te visez , felul in care ma gandesc la tine in fiecare secunda a vietii mele si felul in care te doresc . Asta inseamna adevarata iubire ! </div>
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Negoita Andreea Valentina<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01286177315564697205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417141249418072330.post-89119427410421266782013-10-07T22:11:00.001-07:002013-11-25T07:26:31.900-08:00Childhood <br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Prima poza la care ma gandesc
din copilarie este cea cu verii mei de la tara, in care culegeam cirese.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Intr-o vara, pentru a nu mai
face prostii prin casa, parintii nostrii ne-au dat o sarcina mai importanta</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">:
sa culegem cirese. Ne-au dat cateva cosuri mai mari decat noi si ne-au aratat
ciresii din care sa strangem. Ca niste copii constiinciosi am inceput sa
culegem, dupa multa munca am observant ca oricat ne-am chinui noi, cosul nu se
umplea mai deloc, asa ca ne-am hotarat sa le mancam pe toate.. Atunci parca
munca noastra nu mai era in zadar si copacul se golea mai repede decat inainte.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Poza a fost facuta de unchiul meu,
pentru a imortaliza un moment din copilaria noastra frumoasa si fericita. Acum
ma uit cu drag la poza aceasta, chiar daca verii mei sunt in Israel. Poza
aceasta imi aduce aminte de fiecare lucru mic din copilarie, care atunci parea
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al cireselor si la bucuria ca ii ajutam pe parintii nostrii sa adune ciresele.</span></span></div>
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from the childhood it’s the one with my cousins from the country side, when we
were picking cherries.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tine and our parents gave us the ”mission”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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collect them and after a lot of hard work, we noticed that no matter how hard
we tried, the basket seemed to be still kind of empty, so we decided to eat all
the cherries. We finally started to enjoy our work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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made by my uncle, to keep the memory of that summer day from our beautiful
childhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I’m looking at this
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">De Ziua Internaţională a Pământului, 22
aprilie, milioane de locuitori ai planetei participă la evenimente dedicate
efectelor schimbărilor climatice. Numeroase organizaţii ecologiste au iniţiat
acţiuni prin care înceracă să-i implice pe oameni să găsească soluţii pentru
protejarea mediului, de la curăţarea plajelor sau albiilor râurilor până la
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">22 aprilie a devenit Ziua Internaţională
a Pământului din 2009, la iniţiativa ONU. Sărbătoarea oficială a Terrei îşi are
originile în Statele Unite, unde senatorul american Gaylord Nelson a înfiinţat
această zi din cauza nivelului din ce în ce mai crescut al poluării. Ziua
Pământului a fost celebrată în primul an de circa 20 milioane de cetățeni
americani, în marea lor majoritate tineri și foarte tineri.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cu placere imi amintesc si eu de aceasta
zi de frumoasa 22 aprilie,si anume de clasa a-III-a cand sarbatoream Ziua
Pamantului in parcul tineretului.Era o zi frumoasa de primavara si impreuna cu
cativa colegi si colege din clasa am fost selectati de doamna invatatoare sa
participam la o activitate organizata, de Ziua Pamantului .Am ajuns acolo si ni
s-a inmanat o pancarda cucare trebuia sa defilam si pe scria Ziua Mondiala a Pamantului.Am putat-o cu mandria
unor mici romani si eram foarte fericiti ca ne aducem si noi contributia la
aceasta sarbatoare.Am ascultat programul de cantece si poezii sustinute de
colegi din alte scoli.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">Apoi am facut fotografi pentru a avea ca
amintire peste ani acea zi minunata la care am participat cu bucurie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">The International Earth Day, April 22,
millions of people worldwide participate in events dedicated to climate change.</span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">Many environmental organizations have initiated
actions that try to involve people find solutions to protect the environment
from cleaning beaches or riverbeds to planting trees.</span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">April 22 became the International Day of the
Earth in 2009, the ONU initiative. . The official celebration of Earth has its
origins in the U.S., where U.S. Senator Gaylord Nelson founded this day because
of the increasing level of pollution increased. Earth Day was celebrated in the
first year about 20 million American citizens, mostly young and very young.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">My pleasure and I remember this beautiful
day April 22, namely class-III we celebrate Earth Day in Youth Park.</span><span lang="RO"> </span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">It
was a beautiful spring day and with a few colleagues of the class have been
selected by school teacher to participate in an activity organized by Earth Day.</span><span lang="RO"> </span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">.
We got there and we were handed a placard that said you need to scroll on World
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">We proudly putative a small Romanian and
I was very happy that we make our contribution to this sarbatoare.Am heard
songs and poetry program supported by colleagues from other schools.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-size: 12pt;">Then I took the picture to have as a
keepsake over the years that I attended wonderful day with joy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Buna! Numelemeu este Bibi si am 4ani. Astazi o sa va
povestesc o mica peripetiedinviata mea. Acum olunaparintiimei au descissa
mergem, ca o familienormala ce suntem, intr-ovacantain Italia, asa ca, tata a
facutrezervarila un hotel si a cumparatbiletele de avion. Urma sa plecam a
douazi.Toatalumeaeraincantata deaceastavacanta, sora mea, Elena,isifacusechiar
si un plan cu ce doreste sa vizitezecandajungeacolo. Ei ii place foartemult sa
vizitezemuzee ,biserici , sa gustemancarurile si bauturiletraditionale, sa
intalneascaoameninoi si camtot ce se poate face intr-o tara straina.
Eaniciodata nu rateazanimic si se
informeaza de fiecare data candpleacaintr-un locnou. Pot spune ca asta
este hobby-ulei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Insapentru mine
era prima data in viata mea candcalatoreamcuavionul si candvedeam o tara
straina, asa ca nu preastiam eu ce inseamnaacestlucru,dareram tare curioasa sa
vad cum este.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">In dimineata dedinainteaplecariitoatalumea se grabea sa
se imbrace ca saajungem la aeroport. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Cand am ajunsacolo, tata a
facut check in-ul, apoi am urcat in avion. </span><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">Avionulerafoarte mare, l-amasemantcu un
vulturegiganticdinmetal. In
interior,scauneleerauasezatepestanga si pedreaptaastfel ca in mijlocera
un hollung si ingustpe care oameniitreceaupentru a ajunge la locurilelor. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Scauneleeraunumerotatesipusecate
4 pefiecare rand,astfelcanoi am avutnumerele 108, 109,110,111. </span><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">Dupa ce au intrattotioamenii in uriasulvulturmetalic,stuardeselene-auexplicatmasurile
de sigranta si ne-aurugatsa ne punemcenturile de siguranta, deoarece
incurandurma sa decolam. La scurttimp, avionul a inceput sa se miste,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">M</span><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">ergeape pista dince in ce
mairepedecanddintr-odatane-amtrezit in aer. Eraincredibilputeam sa
vadtotBucurestiul! Noriipareaucasteledinpufalb in care zanelepamantuluidinpovestilemamei
se ascundeauziua de oameni ca noaptea sa
stropeascagardinilecuprafullormagicdandu-le viata si stralucire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dupa o
orasijumatate, am ajuns in Italia. Fac o paranteza, noi am fost in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Rimini</st1:place></st1:city>, unoras la
malulmarii, asacadupace am coborat din avion, am mers cu masinajumatate de
orapana la hotel, deoareceaeroportulnu se afla in aceloras. Ajunsi la hotel ,
ne cazam,mancamsifiindcaeram cu totiiobostiti ne ducem in camerelenoastre. Eu
am dormit cu mamisi cu tatisimami mi-a facutlaptic, iartati mi-a zis o
povestenumita “Alba cazapada”, care mi-a placutnespus de mult.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A douazi , dupa ce am servit micul de jun,iarmami si
tatisi-aubautcafeaua si au fumattigara de dimineata ne hotaram sa
mergempeplaja.Afaraeracald si insorit, numai bine de stat la plaja.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Plajaera mare cumulteseslonguri si masutecuumbrelute,
nisipulera fin si cald,iarmareaclara de puteaisa-tivezipicioareleprinea.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">Dupa ce ne-amasezat la o umblreluta, fiecaresi-agasitceva
de facut: tata citeao carte desprepsihologiasufletului, mama si cu Elena s-au
dus in apa, iar eu ma jucam in nisip. Profitand de faptul ca nimeni nu se uita
la mine, amdecis sa i-au ochelarii de soare ai mameimelesi sa plecintr-o mica
expeditiepeplaja. Eraminunat, ma plimbamprintremiile de oameni, observand ca
fiecarevorbeaintr-oaltalimba, amintalnitchiar si un om care
aveaculoareapielineagra. M-a speriatcand s-a uitat la mine cuochiiaia asa de
albi si spranceleincrunate asa ca amvrut sa fuginapoi la mami si la tati, dar
amrealizat ca numaistiamdrumulinapoi. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Am inceputsaplangsi s-o
strigpemamiinsa nu raspundea, atunci am realizatca m-am pierdut de tot. </span><span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;">M-amasezatlanga o umbreluta, unde nu eramnimeni si au
inceputsaimi vina in mintetotfelul de idei cum ca,mami si tati nu o sa ma
gaseascanicidata si cavoiramaneaicipentrutotrestulvietii. La scurttimpimi vine
o idee: ma voipune in cel mai vizibillocposibil si voiincepe s-o strigpemami,
easigur ma cauta, asa, poate ma v-a gasii mai repede in acestfel si astaam si
facut. Am vazutmagazinul de peplaja, locpelanga care stiam ca
trecusemcuparintiimei ,amfugitcatre el apoiaminceput s-o strigpemami,candmamieradejaacolo
si macauta. Cand m-a vazutfata i s-a luminat , m-a luat in brate si m-a strans
tare de era sa ramanfaraaer, iarapoimi-azis sa numai plecniciodata asa
departefara sa fie cinevacu mine. Tati cand m-a vazuta inceput sa rada pentru
ca aveamochelarii lui mami pe ochi si a decis sa imortalizez ea cest moment,
asa ca mi-a facut o poza, dupa care m-a luat in brate si m-a pupat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aceasta a fost peripetia mea, daca este ceva ce am invatat
din eaeste ca nu trebuie sa ma departezreamultde parintiiei, candsuntemundeva,
fara ca ei sa stiesaufara ca cinevacunoscut sa fie langa mine. Acest lucru vi-lrecomand
si voua, copii, nu faceti niciodata ce am facut eu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello! My name is Bibi
and I am 4 years old. Today I`m going to tell you a short story about something
that I`ve experienced recently and that not only changed me but also the people
around me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">About one month ago my
parents decided to take a trip to Italy, like a “normal” family as we are. So,
my dad made the reservations for the hotel and bought the plane tickets. We
were settled to take off the next day. Everybody was so excited about this trip
but the one who took the spotlight on this matter was my bigger sister, Elena.
In order to make this excitement more obvious than it already was, she actually
made a pretty elaborate program of our staying which consisted mostly of
visiting museums, churches, dining in local restaurants and experiencing a bit
of the Italian lifestyle. That wasn`t a bad plan after all but her dedication
to it was really annoying. Let`s face it, I`m a 4 year-old, what could I
possibly understand of all those locations she has picked? My very own desire
was to go to the beach and have a little fun, but I don`t blame her, it`s her
passion of being a tourist which created all this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As for me, that was
the first time I have ever been on a plane before so I couldn`t actually understand
what was going on but God knows I was truly curious about how would all turn up
to be. To me, this whole “other country” concept was totally new. Fairly
speaking, I was a little bit disappointed because I thought that going to
another part of the word involves somehow a spaceship but unfortunately that
wasn`t true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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family, the morning of the departure transformed into a racing contest.
Everybody was in such a hurry to get dressed and to make the last arrangements
that I could only stay there and try to identify the face of the person running
pass me. But that didn`t bothered me at all. Why? Because I was too busy
thinking about the spaceship we were about to get into.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After all this coming
and going we finally managed to the airport where my dad made the check-in and then led us into the plane. This gigantic
steel-bird din not look as a spaceship but it was close enough to keep my
enthusiasm intact. The disposition of the chairs did intrigue me because I was
used to the two -chairs per line model as in the busses and other transport
mains, although I was pleased that I could stay near my mom and enthusiastic
sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When all the
passengers got on board the plane started to move and in a blink of an eye we
were actually flying over the whole city. I was amazed by Bucharest`s size and
by that unique view of the land. As climbing higher I could also see the
clouds- I have never seen a cloud so near which obviously stimulated my
imagination. I was seeing the clouds as majestic castles from where the earth
fairies from my mother`s stories were hiding from the people during the day but
when the night fell, they would come down and spread magic powder all over to
create the beauties that we see now. Of course, my imagination justifies most of
the things that I see at least for now; afterwards the reality would eventually
make its entrance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After this journey in
the air we finally arrived at the hotel all tired and willing to get some rest.
Getting up was easier than I thought, probably motivated by the fact that we
were about to get on the beach were all the fun was. Once there, my parents
assured that we were sitting comfortably and also hoped of some peace and quiet
for themselves but there was not the time yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My curiosity stroke
again so I decided to initiate a little expedition on my own and took my
father`s sunglasses probably to be taken more seriously by the other tourists
on that beach. “All set. Ready to go!”, I thought. In consequence, I started
walking and walking until I arrived to a place where I couldn`t no more
identify anything familiar. With all those people wandering around me I became
to feel confused but the fear came up when I realized that I was surrounded by
complete strangers and then it occurred to me- “What if I will never find my
way back? What if no one will realize I`m missing? What then?” Suddenly,
flashbacks were developing into my head picturing the worse scenario but I knew
that I had to do something. I thought if I would go to the most visible place
from that beach and look for mom she would actually see me after all so I ran
towards the rescue point and started to wave a red carpet which I found on my
way. Surprisingly it worked! My parents saw me and came to my rescue. They were
so relieved and so was I. Convinced that I would never repeat that experience
again and, in the same time, proud of my detective skills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All in all, our
vacation turned out well, it just needed to be pushed beyond ordinary. Elena
was happy too, she managed to accomplish her touristic aims and to teach us a
little bit about Italy too. I, on the other hand were the happiest, not only
that I lived an adventure but also I managed to empower the bound in my family.
And this folks is the story of this picture- now admit it- I look fantastic!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01286177315564697205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417141249418072330.post-36248142052232212002013-10-07T11:15:00.001-07:002013-11-25T07:27:27.470-08:00Adventure <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ea se numea Sarah . Locuia alaturi de bunicul ei si de catelusa Alma . Ceea ce nu multi stiau este ca Alma era un catel special . Ea putea vorbi asemeni oamenilor si prindea o viteza de doua ori mai mare decat o super masina de curse .
In fiecare seara bunicul ii citea fetitei din cartile lui Jules Verne , iar ea il asculta pierduta in universul magic ce i se prezenta . O fascina lumea cartilor si de fiecare data se imagina un personaj a lui Verne .
Inconjurul lumii in 80 de zile era preferata ei . Isi dorea enorm sa vada lumea cu ajutorul Almei si a superputerilor sale . Avea o sete de aventura pe care greu o mai putea potoli , iar dorinta de cunoastere alimentata de povestile bunicului era mai mare decat va puteti inchipui .</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ambitia , dorinta si mai ales imaginatia bogata a fetei , au reusit sa duca la ceea ce se va numi “ aventura vietii ei “ . Harta veche luata dintre paginile prafuite ale cartii , poza bunicului si Alma . Astea au fost necesare ca Sarah sa porneasca la drum fara a se uita nici macar o secunda inapoi .
A vazut intr-un timp atat de scurt templele din India , girafele din Africa , marile si oceanele si toate orasele Europei . Cu ajutorul Almei si-a implinit visul si s-a intors acasa atat de repede incat bunicul nici nu a apucat sa ii duca dorul !</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She was called Sarah . She lived with her grandfather and
dog <st1:place w:st="on">Alma</st1:place> . What
not many knew is that <st1:place w:st="on">Alma</st1:place>
was a special dog . She could talk like people and get a speed twice higher
than a super race car . Every night her grandfather was reading something from
Jules Verne 's books , and she got lost in the magical universe while listening . She was
fascinated by the world of books and
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Around the world in 80 days was her favorite . She wanted to
see the world with the help aof <st1:place w:st="on">Alma</st1:place>
and her superpowers . She had a thirst for adventure that could hardly quench
and a desire for knowledge, fueled by her grandfather stories , bigger than you
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ambition , desire and imagination, managed to lead to what
will be called " the adventure of her life ." The old map from within
the dusty pages of the book , a picture
of grandpa and Alma . These were the only things that Sarah needed to get going
without looking back even for a second .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She saw in a short time the temples of <st1:country-region w:st="on">India</st1:country-region> , giraffes from Africa , seas and oceans
and all the cities of <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place>. With the help of
<st1:place w:st="on">Alma</st1:place> , she has
fulfilled her dream and returned home so fast that her grandfather did not miss
her even for a second . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sunt Razvan,un baiat din Bucuresti,nascut intr-o familie
frumoasa cu 3 frati si multi verisori.Copilaria mea a fost plina de evenimente
placute, deoarece am avut mereu alaturi familia si prietenii,la bine si la greu.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Cand eram mic aveam foarte mari probleme cu
greutatea,fiindu-mi rusine de cum aratam si la indrumarea parintilor am reusit
sa slabesc,cu ajutorul sportului,vointei si prietenilor</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In concluzie cu ajutorul celor dragi si al vointei,poti
realiza tot ceea ce iti propui.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am Razvan , a boy from <st1:city w:st="on">Bucharest</st1:city> . I was born into a beautiful family
with 3 brothers and many cousins. My childhood was full of pleasant events
because I always had my family and friends, for better or for worse , there for
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I was young I had big problems with weight, being
ashamed of how I looked , but with parental guidance I managed to lose weight . Sport
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intreb cat o sa mai rezistam impreuna.Oara nu mai sunt decat cateva clipe pana
cand ne vom desparti?Nu imi dau seama ce trebuie sa fac.Ce sa aleg pe viitor ca
sa fiu fericita,sa raman cu tine.Inca te simt langa mine,dar pe zi ce trece
apar tot mai multi oameni care incearca sa ne desparta.Tot ce s-a creeat in
jurul meu acum ma fac sa-mi dau seama cu adevarat ca lumea s-a schimbat
enorm.Toti oamenii alearga acum doar dupa bogatii,dar putini dintre ei stiu ce
mi-a spus mie un bun prieten,Mihail,si anume ca iubirea nu se cumpara cu toate
comorile din lume,de aceea,in dragoste,si saracii pot fi miliardari,printi sau
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pierdut inca,imi aduc aminte bine de tine!Cand ma trezeam dimineata si vedeam
cum soarele imi intra in camera,erai cu adevarat langa mine.Sau chiar si atunci
cand ma plimbam pe strada si vedeam toti copii cum se alearga unul pe celalat
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insa ma duce cu gandul direct la tine.Eram pe malul marii,alaturi de fratele
meu.Ne tineam de mana si alergam fericiti,simtindu-ne liberi.Chiar eram
defapt,ce se poate intampla cand esti copil?Crezi ca le stii pe toate si ca ai
toata lumea la picioare.Zambesti si asta e tot ce conteaza.Zambim pentru ca
suntem fericiti,dar zambetul in sine ne face totodata sa ne simtim
fericiti.Fara el totul este mult mai greu.Daia nu imi dadeam seama cand eram
mica.Acolo,la malul marii albastre,nu imi mai trebuia nimic.Te aveam pe tine.Chiar
imi lipsesti in unele momente,dar nu te uit.Nu te voi uita niciodata.Zambetul
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langa mine si voi lupta pentru asta.Sa nu ma las condusa de tot ceea ce spun
ceilalti.Cand este asa de usor sa zambesti.Zambetul este fericirea care se afla
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be together. Maybe there are just some moments until we break up? I don’t
realize what should I do…what should I choose ahead to be happy,to stay with
you. I am still feeling you right behind me ,
but every day there are more and more people who are trying to break us
up. Everything that was created around me ,now it makes me realize that the
world have been changed a lot. Everybody’s running after riches ,but just some of them knows
what a very good friend ,Mihail,have told me that in love,even the poors can be
billionaires,prices or kings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> And I didn’t lost you yet,I remember you
very clearly! When I was waking up every morning and I was seeing the sun
entering in my room,you were trully with me! Or even when I was walking down
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Only a memory is bringing you in my mind. We
were on the beach alongside my brother. We were holding our hands and running
happily ,feeling free. We were really free..of course,what should can happen
when you are just a child? You think that you know everything and you have the
hole world at your feet. You smile and that’s
the only thing matters. We are smiling
because we are happy,but the smile itself make us feel happier. Without it everything
is more difficult. That’s why I haven’t realized when I was little. Right
there,on the beach I have had everything that I need. I have had you! I really
miss you sometimes,but I will never forget you! Never ever! The smile is a soul
aptitude lo look beyond the sense. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we break up? My dear SMILE,please do never leave me! Stay here,because I really
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<span style="font-family: Roman;">Ce
mai faci? Sper ca esti bine. Eu sunt tot aici, in Franta. Astept cu nerabdare
sa ne revedem.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;">Facand curat in pod, am gasit aceasta poza, cu noi doua, facuta acum 19
ani, in Ajunul Craciunului. Sper ca o sa te binedispuna si pe tine aceasta
fotografie.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;">Dupa
cum bine stii, in luna decembrie, voi fii acasa pentru a sarbatori,ca in
fiecare an, Craciunul. Pana atunci sper sa ma vizitezi si tu pentru ca am
atatea sa iti povestesc si sunt sigura ca si tu ai sa imi spui multe.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;">In
aceasta vara, am petrecut cateva zile superbe la Roma, alaturi de sotul meu.
Roma este cel mai romantic oras pe care l-am vazut si iti recomand sa il
vizitezi cand ai ocazia. Am mai fost si la Venetia, fiind orasul meu preferat.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;">Revenind la poza care m-a facut sa scriu aceste randuri, vreau sa iti
amintesc toate nazbatiile pe care le faceam impreuna in copilarie. Imi este
foarte dor de tine si de toate acele momente. Iti mai amintesti cand am plecat
singure in padure si ne-am ratacit? Chiar daca eram foarte mici si
inspaimantate, am trecut cu bine si peste aceasta aventura.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Iti
multumesc ca mereu mi-ai fost alaturi, si in momentele de bucurie, dar si de
tristete. As da orice sa pot trai acele momente inca o data.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Ai
planuri pentru sarbatorile acestea? Eu m-am gandit la o excursie, la munte,
impreuna cu toata familia.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Stiu
ca in ultima perioada am neglijat prietenia noastra, din cauza serviciului meu,
care imi ocupa foarte mult timp. Sper ca pe viitor sa putem petrece cat mai
mult timp impreuna .</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Acum
ca m-am stabilit la Paris, puteti veni oricand sa ma vizitati. Stiu ca de mica
vroiai sa vizitezi acest oras.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Astept cu nerabdare revederea noastra si vreau sa ai grija de tine !</span></div>
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are you? I hope you are OK. I'm still here, in France. I'm looking forward to
seeing you.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Cleaning the attick, I came across this photo, which I made 19 years
ago. I hope this photo will make you happy, too.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> As
you know, in December I will be at home for Christmas, like every year. Till
than I hope you will call on me because we have much to talk about.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> This
summer I spent a few wonderful days in
Rome, together with my husband. Rome is the most romantic city I have ever
seen. I also visited Venise, which is my favourite town.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;">Coming back to the photo, which made me write these lines to you, I just
want to reming you of the tricks we used to make during our childhood. I miss
you and all those moments so much. Do you remember the day when we walked in
the forest and we lost our way? Even if we were very young and scared then, we
passed over this adventure, too.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> I am
grateful for youralways being by my
side. I would give anything in order to pass through those moments again.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Do
you have any plans for this holiday? As for me, I∩m thinking of a mountain trip
together with all my family.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> I
know that I have neglected our friendship lately because of my job, which takes
me much time. I do hope we will spend more time together in the future.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> Now,
I have moved to Paris, you can come to visit me anytime. I know that you have
wanted to visit this city eversince you were a child.</span><span style="font-family: Roman;"> </span><span style="font-family: Roman;">I'm
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