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Happy shadow... - de adynet1 la: 13/08/2009 11:05:05
(la: Dialog surd)
Imi pare rau ca te-am facut sad-shadow...:). Merci de apreciere...
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are o importantsa? - de ANGEL la: 31/07/2004 05:44:30
(la: Is this the end?)
Ohoho....Mr. Ozzy,

Now,really we're going to have some fun....Ha!Ai fost mereu al meu,shtii foarte bine.....Shhhhhhh....
Te-am urmarit intens la aceasta cafenea,ai potentsial de a reveni alaturi de mine,sick bastard!Itsi mai aduci aminte cand credeai in mine?Te luptsi cu tine shi vrei sa fii ceea ce nu vei fi...Ba pleci ba revii,mintea-tsi umbla aiurea shi nu shtii unde,nu?

Black Sabbath,Ozzy Osbourne,Judas Priest,Megadeath.....admir asta la tine,shtii muzica de calitate ce spune the truth..nu?Metallica,suntetsi totsi ai mei shi traiesc prin a fi glorificat de cei ca tine.....sa nu-l uitam pe Marilyn Manson.Totushi va jucatsi cu focul din voi shi deci cu mine,ce pacat ca nu mai vrei sa scrii la acest site.....dar cred eu ca vei reveni,curvar shi drogat shi betsiv pierdut in propia-tsi voma de minciuna shi iluzie in care crezi ca traieshti....Shhhhhh.......nu urla la mine!

Love&peace?In ce lume traieshti criminal ce ucizi cu mintea shi te ascunzi in spatele unei credintse ce n-o intselegi?Baba,Jesus,Indieni,de cine fugi?Mai curind,
War&Hate e lumea voastra...umana?Nooot!!Ha!Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ozzy,cu toate ca muzica ta imi place,ceea ce scrii mai recent ma indispune,de aceea itsi spun sa te shtergi pe gura de c...t ca ai inceput sa miroshi urit,ca un cadavru,nu?
Dar ce sa fac?Trebuie sa-mi ajut copii,shi nu te pot lasa singur pierdut in neant.Voi fi mereu cu tine sa-tsi pling pe umeri cu lacrimi de gheatsa shi singe uscat in praf uitat de timp cu miros de cimitir shi gladiole veshtede ca sufletul tau,nu?Ha!Haaaa!
See you in hell again my boy,I miss you....Nooot!!Ha!Ha!Haaaaa!
I love you to death,as usual,you know me....Shhhhhh......
Credeai ca ai scapat ...de mine?I am your shadow,today I call myself....

ANGEL(not to scare you to much...Nooot!Ha!Ha!Haaaaa!)




















Articol din "Atlanta Journal" - de (anonim) la: 05/11/2004 02:26:40
(la: Alegerile in USA)
Comentariu de Zell Miller, senator democrat din Georgia. Imi cer scuze, dar mi-e prea lene sa traduc. Enjoy.

I tried to tell you . . .
Democrats repel voters, who put faith in freedom

Published on: 11/04/04
America's faith in freedom has been reaffirmed. With the re-election of President Bush, America recommitted itself once again to expanding freedom and promoting liberty. Only the 1864 re-election of Abraham Lincoln, the 1944 re-election of Franklin Roosevelt and the 1980 election of Ronald Reagan rival this victory as milestones in the preservation of our security by the advancement of freedom.


This election validated not just freedom, but also the faith our Founding Fathers placed in average folks to navigate the course of this great nation. By weighing the greatest issues at the gravest times and choosing our path, ordinary people have again accomplished extraordinary things. With courage and caution, rather than fear and timidity, the voters chose a path to ensure others would enjoy the same freedom to set their own path.

This election outcome should have been implausible, if not impossible. With a litany of complaints — bad economy, bad deficit, bad foreign war, bad gas prices — amplified by a national media that discarded any pretense of neutrality, a national opposition party should have won this election.

But the Democratic Party is no longer a national party. As difficult as the challenges are — both real and fabricated — Democrats offered no solution that was either believable or acceptable to vast regions of America. Tax increases to grow the economy are not a solution that is believable or acceptable. Democratic promises of fiscal responsibility are unbelievable in the face of massive new spending promises. A foreign policy based on the strength of "allies" such as France is unacceptable. A strong national defense policy is just not believable coming from a candidate who built a career as an anti-war veteran, an anti-military candidate and an anti-action senator.

Democratic Party policies haven't sold in large sections of America in decades, and the only success of Democrats in presidential elections for 40 years was when they pitched themselves as pro-growth, low-tax, strong-defense, fiscally responsible, values-oriented candidates. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton hummed the tune but never really sang the song, and that's why Democrat prospects have gone south in the South. In 1980, the South had 20 Democrats and just six Republicans in the Senate. As recently as 1994, the Senate had 17 Democrats and nine Republicans from the South.

A decade later, the number had reversed to 17 Republicans and nine Democrats. With this election, it is 22 Republicans and just four Democrats from the South. When will national Democrats sober up and admit that that dog won't hunt? Secular socialism, heavy taxes, big spending, weak defense, limitless lawsuits and heavy regulation — that pack of beagles hasn't caught a rabbit in the South or Midwest in years. The most recent failed nominee for president stands as proof that the national Democratic Party will continue to dwindle. The South has gone from just one-fourth of the Electoral College in 1960 to almost a third today. To put this in perspective, that gain is equal to all the electoral votes in Ohio. Yet there was not a single Southern state where John Kerry had any real chance. Would anyone like to place bets on the electoral strength of the South by 2012? Maybe they should tax stupidity. When you write off centrist and conservative policies that reflect the will of people in the South and Midwest, you write off the South and Midwest. Democrats have never learned from the second or third or fifth kick of a mule. They continue to change only the makeup on, rather than makeup of, the Democrat Party.

And so we have a realignment election. For the first time, in an "us vs. them" election and in the toughest of situations, Republicans have been re-elected to the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives. Confronting an opposition that can win a divided electorate in the worst of times and that has a growing electoral base, the national Democratic Party has a choice: continue down this path toward irrelevance or reverse course. As the last Truman Democrat, I hope my party makes the right choice but know I will not be allowed to be part of it. Such is the price you pay when you love your nation more than your party.

And so while I retire with little hope for the near-term viability of the party I've spent my life building, I retire with a quiet satisfaction that after witnessing the struggle of democracy over communism and fascism, the fear I once held that America might not rise to meet this new challenge of terrorism has vanished like a fog under the radiance of a new dawn. While the threat is still real, the shadow looming across a promising future is gone.

And the credit for that goes to one man. Like the last lion of England, Winston Churchill, George W. Bush has stood alone and risked all to give the world a new, clearer path to the advancement of freedom.

Abraham Lincoln, in his second annual message to Congress, stated: "In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom for the free — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last, best hope of earth."

George Bush has injected into a region of enslavement an incurable dose of freedom, and thus nobly saved that "last, best hope of earth" — free men.

— Zell Miller is Georgia's Democratic U.S. senator.
Articol din Atlanta Constitution - de Horia D la: 05/11/2004 02:30:24
(la: Alegerile in USA)
Acest articol a aparut azi. Autorul este senator democrat de Georgia.
Imi cer scuze, am avut o zi lunga, si imi este foarte lene ca sa traduc. Enjoy, and think about it!


I tried to tell you . . .
Democrats repel voters, who put faith in freedom

Published on: 11/04/04
America's faith in freedom has been reaffirmed. With the re-election of President Bush, America recommitted itself once again to expanding freedom and promoting liberty. Only the 1864 re-election of Abraham Lincoln, the 1944 re-election of Franklin Roosevelt and the 1980 election of Ronald Reagan rival this victory as milestones in the preservation of our security by the advancement of freedom.


This election validated not just freedom, but also the faith our Founding Fathers placed in average folks to navigate the course of this great nation. By weighing the greatest issues at the gravest times and choosing our path, ordinary people have again accomplished extraordinary things. With courage and caution, rather than fear and timidity, the voters chose a path to ensure others would enjoy the same freedom to set their own path.

This election outcome should have been implausible, if not impossible. With a litany of complaints — bad economy, bad deficit, bad foreign war, bad gas prices — amplified by a national media that discarded any pretense of neutrality, a national opposition party should have won this election.

But the Democratic Party is no longer a national party. As difficult as the challenges are — both real and fabricated — Democrats offered no solution that was either believable or acceptable to vast regions of America. Tax increases to grow the economy are not a solution that is believable or acceptable. Democratic promises of fiscal responsibility are unbelievable in the face of massive new spending promises. A foreign policy based on the strength of "allies" such as France is unacceptable. A strong national defense policy is just not believable coming from a candidate who built a career as an anti-war veteran, an anti-military candidate and an anti-action senator.

Democratic Party policies haven't sold in large sections of America in decades, and the only success of Democrats in presidential elections for 40 years was when they pitched themselves as pro-growth, low-tax, strong-defense, fiscally responsible, values-oriented candidates. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton hummed the tune but never really sang the song, and that's why Democrat prospects have gone south in the South. In 1980, the South had 20 Democrats and just six Republicans in the Senate. As recently as 1994, the Senate had 17 Democrats and nine Republicans from the South.

A decade later, the number had reversed to 17 Republicans and nine Democrats. With this election, it is 22 Republicans and just four Democrats from the South. When will national Democrats sober up and admit that that dog won't hunt? Secular socialism, heavy taxes, big spending, weak defense, limitless lawsuits and heavy regulation — that pack of beagles hasn't caught a rabbit in the South or Midwest in years. The most recent failed nominee for president stands as proof that the national Democratic Party will continue to dwindle. The South has gone from just one-fourth of the Electoral College in 1960 to almost a third today. To put this in perspective, that gain is equal to all the electoral votes in Ohio. Yet there was not a single Southern state where John Kerry had any real chance. Would anyone like to place bets on the electoral strength of the South by 2012? Maybe they should tax stupidity. When you write off centrist and conservative policies that reflect the will of people in the South and Midwest, you write off the South and Midwest. Democrats have never learned from the second or third or fifth kick of a mule. They continue to change only the makeup on, rather than makeup of, the Democrat Party.

And so we have a realignment election. For the first time, in an "us vs. them" election and in the toughest of situations, Republicans have been re-elected to the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives. Confronting an opposition that can win a divided electorate in the worst of times and that has a growing electoral base, the national Democratic Party has a choice: continue down this path toward irrelevance or reverse course. As the last Truman Democrat, I hope my party makes the right choice but know I will not be allowed to be part of it. Such is the price you pay when you love your nation more than your party.

And so while I retire with little hope for the near-term viability of the party I've spent my life building, I retire with a quiet satisfaction that after witnessing the struggle of democracy over communism and fascism, the fear I once held that America might not rise to meet this new challenge of terrorism has vanished like a fog under the radiance of a new dawn. While the threat is still real, the shadow looming across a promising future is gone.

And the credit for that goes to one man. Like the last lion of England, Winston Churchill, George W. Bush has stood alone and risked all to give the world a new, clearer path to the advancement of freedom.

Abraham Lincoln, in his second annual message to Congress, stated: "In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom for the free — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last, best hope of earth."

George Bush has injected into a region of enslavement an incurable dose of freedom, and thus nobly saved that "last, best hope of earth" — free men.

— Zell Miller is Georgia's Democratic U.S. senator.

The things that come to those who wait are what's left behind by those
who got there first.
atunci sa facem completarea de cuvinta... - de sanjuro la: 19/11/2004 10:10:12
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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Dumnezeu s-o odihneasca intre cei drepti... - de ampop la: 01/04/2005 06:52:48
(la: Terri Schiavo , eutanasia pro sau contra?)
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever...".

Mario
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Ciumpalacu` alb - de Dinu Lazar la: 29/03/2006 12:08:51
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
Omul zice ca nu isi bate joc... cafegii stiu ceva fizica, stie cineva
cum sta treaba in realitate? Mi se pare absolut stupid sa fie asa.

Dino, this is not a joke, this is very serious. How do you think auto WB works?
The RAW file is never modified. When you shoot, every RAW file simply records what
is there - complete with colour casts. WB is applied by a process which reduces
exposure, and alters the gain or curve conversions of the raw file in the camera.

If you understand raw files, you will know that the highlight end of the scale
uses a massive amount of the available bit depth - the high bits as well, not
the low value bottom end 'low bits'.

When the camera does auto WB, it is discarding up to two stops of the blue channel's
overall dynamic range. This has the effect of extending the histogram of the blue channel
so that increase noise appears in the low bit zones.

If you use an 80B filter, and convert to tungsten by filtering and not using auto WB,
you gain a great deal in terms of quality, highlight detail and reduction of shadow to
midtone coloured noise.

This is not a joke, and it's not misinformation. Ask anyone who understands the process
by which a 12-bit or 14-bit raw image gets converted to JPEG in the camera, or out of it.
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The Shadow of the Wind - de Pasagerul la: 05/06/2006 18:59:02
(la: Ultima carte)
de Carlos Ruis Zafon
Intre un Hesse si un Eliade, faceti-va un bine si cititi cartea lui Zafon. Zafon stie sa scrie , actiunea curge intr-un ritm in care nu poti pune cartea jos, subiectul este bogat cu caractere bine conturate, o carte plina de mister, suspense, dragoste, tragedii, Barcelonei inainte de si in timpul razboiului civil,totul presarat cu o doza buna de umor fin.
Dan Brown are inca multe de invatat de la Zafron.
Traducerea in engleza ii apartine lui Lucia Graves(fata lui Robert Graves), cartea a fost tradusa si in romaneste(Umbra Vintului), am vazut-o la Humanitas.
O carte care m-a intors la epoca cind imi placea sa citesc cartile de aventuri ale lui Dumas.
--------------------------------------------------
O fi bine in Rai, dar cele mai interesante persoane nu ajung acolo
(Nietzsche)
Alexandros - de Andre29 la: 12/09/2006 15:29:06
(la: The Ball Room)
:)

Dido- Thank You

Jose Feliciano - Right Here Waiting

Sax Mark Stefani - The Shadow of Your Smile


________
"dessine-moi un mouton, s'il vous plaît"
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pierduti in ...... - de cosmacpan la: 26/01/2007 17:25:31
(la: PALAVRE DE CAFENEA (Trancaneala- editie speciala))
shadow
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nu pot lasa bunatate de confa cu 13 commenturi - de lafemme la: 14/11/2008 19:03:50
(la: Da Bucurestiului mai mult verde!)
eu as veni de as putea... adr familie mare, remuneratie mica... am sa plantez insa, in semn de protest un copashel langa bloc. si va fi copashelul meu :D

si bright... da esti foarte idealista... ce sa-ti mai zic ... vorba cantecului..

i wanna kiss u on the brain in the shadow of a train pt asta :P
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femme - de thebrightside la: 14/11/2008 19:33:55
(la: Da Bucurestiului mai mult verde!)
"i wanna kiss u on the brain in the shadow of a train pt asta :P"

adica iejti vreo Lecterita sau cum adica, explica-te pronto ca ma ia cu frisoane la neuron:))
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*** - de 1brasovean la: 20/05/2009 08:21:20
(la: Masini de epoca)
cateva interesante si aici:
http://wwwcalatoriivirtuale.blogspot.com/
(un Opel, Jaguar, Rolls Royce Silver Shadow etc.)
cu scuzele de rigoare, - de Bitterdream la: 20/07/2009 22:11:43
(la: A picta cu lumină)
Open/Image/Adjustments/Shadow&Highlight
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*** - de modigliani la: 09/08/2009 10:29:17
(la: FARA TITLU)

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing"


hamlet al nostru este cam macbethian ca sa zic asa
adaptat dupa urechea i afona poate fi prezentat sub forma de meditatii personale pe cafenea, nicio problema
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of shadow - de sami_paris74 la: 12/08/2009 17:57:08
(la: Contele Paienjenula)
aylaikiu vere sa mor eu,vezi comunicatia face bine la inimioara.
Sa ai o zi minunata.
Sami.
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Shadow, - de Cerulsarat la: 13/08/2009 10:58:53
(la: Perceptie aspura singuratatii ^^)
Finalul strica tot...:(
Parerea mea.
poe - de modigliani la: 26/01/2010 16:03:13 Modificat la: 26/01/2010 16:09:02
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Eldorado



Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado!"




Leit în fier,
un cavaler
voios a apucat-o,
pe nori, pe vînt,
cîntînd un cînt
pe drum, spre Eldorado.

Ajuns moşneag,
mîndrul pribeag,
pe fruntea-i s-a lăsat o
umbră, căci el
n-află defel
tărîm ca Eldorado.

Şi-ntr-un tîrziu,
de dor pustiu,
pe umbră-a-ntîmpinat-o:
"Umbră, grăi,
ci unde-ar fi
ţinutul Eldorado?"

"Dincolo de
ai lunii munţi,
pe-acolo calea-ţi ad-o,
în Valea Umbrii,
dacă umbli
zorind spre Eldorado"


cred ca imi trebuie un brainstorming cu rib si happy shadow - de andante la: 30/01/2010 23:53:27
(la: amore)
sa inteleg exact cum merge
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happyshadow - de latu la: 13/05/2010 12:27:02 Modificat la: 13/05/2010 12:29:52
(la: Umbra)
Mi-a placut: E faina, jucausa si suverana in jocul culorilor.

Si nu te mai lasa fraierita de nori: Is niste parshivi! :-)

Am vazut ca nu-i prima lucrare pe care ai postat-o. Mi-au placut si celelalte si, pentru ca eu te citesc prima oara, zic: Wellcome and be happy, shadow :-)




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