<?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-2108754067595160192</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:53:55.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pur si simplu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2108754067595160192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885866554250905745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-6053056816507556381</id><published>2009-09-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:02:27.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IMMORTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_wuZhaeaI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3NRYF9f90M/s1600-h/my+immortal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_wuZhaeaI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3NRYF9f90M/s400/my+immortal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381784759646714274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_tRQIPM9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xg16cub3c0c/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381780960374109138 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_tRQIPM9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xg16cub3c0c/s400/images1.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5cff98955e262aa8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-8250389545685779976</id><published>2009-09-09T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:43:13.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITH OR WITHOUT YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_gO0qM0dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GrYb5Y66lGE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_gO0qM0dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GrYb5Y66lGE/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381766624989467090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You give it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;My body bruised, she's got me with&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to win and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2108754067595160192-8250389545685779976?l=mirela-ioana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sq_gO0qM0dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GrYb5Y66lGE/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-5212854637207623015</id><published>2009-09-05T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:26:48.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW YOU CAN'T BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SqJY-4mPnmI/AAAAAAAAACo/0DbDyAhogc4/s1600-h/FIRST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SqJY-4mPnmI/AAAAAAAAACo/0DbDyAhogc4/s320/FIRST.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377958742401719906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m going to take my time&lt;br /&gt;I have all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the stars above&lt;br /&gt;The gods decree&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right next to me&lt;br /&gt;You can run but you cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you want me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It’s understood&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Out there without me&lt;br /&gt;I know you can’t be&lt;br /&gt;’cause it’s no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;Till you see the signs&lt;br /&gt;And come running to my open arms&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to wait till our worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You can’t turn back the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you want me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It’s understood&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Out there without me&lt;br /&gt;I know you can’t be&lt;br /&gt;’cause it’s no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take my time&lt;br /&gt;I have all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the stars above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2108754067595160192-5212854637207623015?l=mirela-ioana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/feeds/5212854637207623015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2108754067595160192&amp;postID=5212854637207623015' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2108754067595160192/posts/default/5212854637207623015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2108754067595160192/posts/default/5212854637207623015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-you-cant-be.html' title='I KNOW YOU CAN&apos;T BE'/><author><name>myrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885866554250905745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SqJY-4mPnmI/AAAAAAAAACo/0DbDyAhogc4/s72-c/FIRST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-399022987232714474</id><published>2009-09-02T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:35:51.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANA-EA</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sp4fkDLuOII/AAAAAAAAACY/xf4l_vZvtHU/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376769709317175426 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sp4fkDLuOII/AAAAAAAAACY/xf4l_vZvtHU/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;"Oamenii au relatii. Intre ei. Cate doi, de preferat de sexe opuse. Insa, mda, toti ajungem (cel putin o data in viata) la un moment dat in situatia in care trebuie sa spunem “stop”, “gata, s-a terminat”, “poate ar fi bine sa luam o pauza”, “nu mai suport”, “te iubesc, dar…”. Ce face o femeie in cazul asta? Pai, in primul rand va mai incerca pentru a N-a oara sa indrepte situatia, sa-L aduca pe drumul cel bun sau sa fie EA mai buna, sa-i arate LUI ca de fapt EI sunt de nedespartit, ca IMPREUNA pot trece peste orice, ca o cearta nu e destul, ca ei sunt mai puternici decat orice, ca trebuie sa comunice mai mult, sa se inteleaga reciproc, bla bla bla. Femeia nu poate sa renunte PUR SI SIMPLU . Si aici vorbim despre o relatie care s-a presupus a fi serioasa inca de la inceput, bazata pe certe sentimente si cu o durata de ceva timp. Femeia se simte datoare sa lupte pana la ultima suflare, sa dea tot ce are ea mai bun, mai de pret, sa sfideze soarta, sa mute muntii din loc, sa treaca peste 9 mari si 9 tari, mai ceva ca-n basme. Pentru o femeie, relatia in care a investit dragoste e cel mai important lucru din lume. Odata cu sprijinul conjugal vin si celelalte, echilibrul financiar, starea psihica, cariera. Daca primul se destrama, totul in jur se ruineaza si ajung sa nu mai conteze; cel putin pe perioada cat tine depresia. Si daca, la final, nici ultimele 1529 de metode de reconciliere nu au efecte pozitive femeia…dispare. Ori pentru ca asa crede ca-i va fi ei mai bine, ori pentru ca poate crede ca asa ii va fi lui mai bine. Depinde cine, ce si cat a gresit. Ce altceva ar mai fi de facut? Ce rost ar mai avea o incheiere ieftina si perimata? Ce cuvinte si-ar mai avea rostul sa se faca auzite? Oricum ochii care nu se vad se uita, zic unii. Asa ca, dragi barbati, in momentul in care despartirea devine iminenta sa nu va speriati daca din secunda 2 nu o veti mai vedea, sau daca nu veti mai stii nimic de ea, sau daca nu o veti mai gasi in locurile in care obisnuiati sa mergeti impreuna…Probabil e acasa, singura, lingandu-si ranile…pentru ca, nu-i asa, saliva vindeca si cele mai adanci gauri…"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2108754067595160192-399022987232714474?l=mirela-ioana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/feeds/399022987232714474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2108754067595160192&amp;postID=399022987232714474' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2108754067595160192/posts/default/399022987232714474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2108754067595160192/posts/default/399022987232714474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/2009/09/ana-ea.html' title='ANA-EA'/><author><name>myrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885866554250905745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/Sp4fkDLuOII/AAAAAAAAACY/xf4l_vZvtHU/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-2291788296212534394</id><published>2009-01-23T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:02:00.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All coming back to me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmHSFwk53I/AAAAAAAAACA/CoqmCQzZCLg/s1600-h/alb+negru.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmHSFwk53I/AAAAAAAAACA/CoqmCQzZCLg/s400/alb+negru.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294411581804046194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nights when the wind was so cold&lt;br /&gt;That my body froze in bed if I just&lt;br /&gt;Listened to it right outside the window&lt;br /&gt;There were days when the sun was so cruel&lt;br /&gt;That all the tears turned to dust and I just&lt;br /&gt;Knew my eyes were drying up forever&lt;br /&gt;I finished crying in the instant that you left&lt;br /&gt;And I can?t remember where or when or how&lt;br /&gt;And I banished every memory yYou and I had ever made&lt;br /&gt;But when you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;I just have to admit that it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When I touch you like this&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you like that&lt;br /&gt;It?s so hard to believe but it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;It?s all coming back, it?s all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold&lt;br /&gt;And there were flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things I?d never do&lt;br /&gt;Again but then they?d always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure it was more than any laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;If I kiss you like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you whisper like that&lt;br /&gt;It was not long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you need me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was that long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;It?s so hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;And it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it?s all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;But you were history&lt;br /&gt;With the slamming of the door&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself so strong again somehow&lt;br /&gt;And I never wasted any of my time on you&lt;br /&gt;Since then&lt;br /&gt;But if you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you kiss me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you kiss me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it?s all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;It?s all coming back&lt;br /&gt;It?s all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold and there were&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things we?d never do again but&lt;br /&gt;Then they?d always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It was more than any laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind but it?s&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;br /&gt;When we see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall but it?s all coming&lt;br /&gt;Back to me now&lt;br /&gt;If you forgive me all this&lt;br /&gt;If I forgive you all that&lt;br /&gt;We forgive and forget and it?s all coming&lt;br /&gt;Back to me now&lt;br /&gt;It?s all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;When I touch you like that&lt;br /&gt;When you do it like thïs&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;div 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now'/><author><name>myrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885866554250905745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmHSFwk53I/AAAAAAAAACA/CoqmCQzZCLg/s72-c/alb+negru.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-7689712852542369973</id><published>2008-12-02T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:47:56.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like falling in and out....</title><content type='html'>See the mirror in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the truth behind the lies&lt;br /&gt;Your lies are haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the reason in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Giving answer to the why&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;In love, in love,&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love,&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love,&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mirror in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the truth behind the lies&lt;br /&gt;Your lies are haunting me&lt;br /&gt;See the reason in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Giving answer to the why&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;In love, in love, in love&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see it&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you feel&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love each time&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see it&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep keep running&lt;br /&gt;I keep keep falling&lt;br /&gt;Love is fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep keep running&lt;br /&gt;I keep keep falling&lt;br /&gt;Love is fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep keep running&lt;br /&gt;I keep keep falling&lt;br /&gt;Love is fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Huhh/&lt;br /&gt;Away, away, away,&lt;br /&gt;Away, let ït fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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out....'/><author><name>myrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00885866554250905745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dv8kh87Htx8/SXmCOhcjSTI/AAAAAAAAABc/iF3Sc1PL_r0/S220/DSC01657.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108754067595160192.post-7871407439420837884</id><published>2008-12-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:49:05.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bine am venit!</title><content type='html'>J'reste&lt;br /&gt;avec mes souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;ces morceaux du passé&lt;br /&gt;comme un miroir en éclats de verre&lt;br /&gt;mais à quoi ça sert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'que j'voulais dire&lt;br /&gt;reste sur des pages blanches&lt;br /&gt;sur lesquelles je peux tirer un trait&lt;br /&gt;c'était juste hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne m'as pas laisser le temps&lt;br /&gt;de te dire tout c'que je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;ni tout c'que tu me manques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On devrait toujours dire avant&lt;br /&gt;l'importance que les gens prennent&lt;br /&gt;tant qu'il est encore temps&lt;br /&gt;mais tu ne m'as pas laissé le temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi qui m'as tout appris&lt;br /&gt;et m'as tant donné&lt;br /&gt;C'est dans tes yeux que je grandissais&lt;br /&gt;et me sentais fier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi sans prévenir&lt;br /&gt;un jour tout s'arrête&lt;br /&gt;et vous laisse encore plus seul sur terre&lt;br /&gt;sans savoir quoi faire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2108754067595160192-7871407439420837884?l=mirela-ioana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirela-ioana.blogspot.com/feeds/7871407439420837884/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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