tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47658525709608775162011-08-02T20:29:18.065+03:00organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-66390449649353688242009-03-10T22:05:00.005+02:002009-03-10T22:11:29.052+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SbbJaMH3KOI/AAAAAAAAACs/oSKydOirlII/s1600-h/1111+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SbbJaMH3KOI/AAAAAAAAACs/oSKydOirlII/s400/1111+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311654262298061026" border="0" /></a><br />sunt acuzat ca nu fac nimic pe blog. adevarat. preocupat cu fel de fel de experimente. mai jos gasiti unu dintre ele<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-6639044964935368824?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-37993960199121771732008-12-04T21:35:00.005+02:002008-12-06T20:40:15.295+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/STgxPKRWSmI/AAAAAAAAACA/G7iqFLBnMkE/s1600-h/darkness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/STgxPKRWSmI/AAAAAAAAACA/G7iqFLBnMkE/s400/darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276021099989453410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">darkness. why darkness?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">it attracts me. why?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">it reminds me about silence, about situations that words mean nothing and the conversation stops because nothing remains to be said, about peace that came along with the feeling that nothing is out there to bother you. it reminds of those retrospective-introspective nights, when is only you, with your thoughts, fears, dreams and nightmares. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">why darkness?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">because is in everybody. and everyone is trying to hide this side. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">think about what monstrosities would walk on the face of this world, if darkness that corrupts our soul would shape our faces. </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">imagine yourself in a place where everything is black, no boundaries and you scream. you scream and no one respond to your screaming. and you scream again and again, till your throat is bleeding, and you can't hear yourself. and in the end you realize that you are trapped inside your head, in that corner that no one has enter before, where you keep your deepest thoughts, your hidden desires, your unfulfilled lust. your little world. where you know everybody and everybody knows you. where you feel safe. do you like it?<br />i do.<br />so here i am. in darkness, searching the right angle for the perfect shot.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><small><br /></small></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-3799396019912177173?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-60173459801628653452008-11-23T09:23:00.005+02:002008-12-03T14:22:31.132+02:00daca vezi imaginea urmatoare in prea multe culori, atunci este cazul sa opresti tratamentul!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SSkFX2bW05I/AAAAAAAAAB4/93NhCTnTkk8/s1600-h/culori.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SSkFX2bW05I/AAAAAAAAAB4/93NhCTnTkk8/s400/culori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271750746119263122" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-6017345980162865345?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-4311515938688076382008-11-13T21:01:00.002+02:002008-11-13T21:13:22.863+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SRx8M4-FAgI/AAAAAAAAABw/21eukaU3whs/s1600-h/ocheade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUj6dTr5Gc0/SRx8M4-FAgI/AAAAAAAAABw/21eukaU3whs/s400/ocheade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268222225009672706" border="0" /></a><br />Printre domeniile mele de interes se numara si fotografia. Nu am un stil anume (inca) si nici nu sunt axat (mai curand dezaxat) pe ceva anume. Incerc tot ce pot si tot ce prind. Ultima chestie macro.<br />Nu o sa regasiti compozitie sau vreo realizare artistica in domeniul fotografiei. Doar ceva care inca mai facea cu ochiul.<br />Cu ocazia asta am aflat cat de murdar imi este senzorul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-431151593868807638?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-31612238781524891652008-10-25T00:24:00.007+03:002008-10-25T09:32:30.271+03:00<div style="text-align: justify;">E tarziu... si din umbra unei conexiuni la internet se aude o "voce" care tot ma indeamna "dar mai pune acolo ceva... niste pozici... niste treburi... ca sa aiba la ce sa se uite omul 5 min".<br />Si asa vine 12.30 noaptea (sau 00.30 dimineata, nu mi-am dat niciodata seama care abordare ar fi mai avantajoasa) si incerc sa imi iau in serios rolul de blogger.<br />E tarziu. Si usor, usor simt cum incepe sa se instaleze starea de sevraj. Lipsa de ce anume?<br /></div>In primul rand. Tigari. Pofta nebuna de a inhala fum, organismul isi cere marirea dozei de nicotina.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">In rest pofte ascunse, pe care am uitat unde le-am pus, dorinte pe care amalgamul de evenimente produse in jurul meu le amplifica sau le inhiba, ganduri care trec de la sacru la profan. Si nu in ultimul rand tanjesc dupa un dialog. Un dialog mai mult o dezbatere, dezbatere care mai degraba se vrea a fi un dialog contradictoriu. Despre ce? Despre orice. Cu cine? Cu oricine care dupa 15 minute de contradictoriu sa nu se ridice si sa plece. Unde? Oriunde mobilierul este greu de ridicat si nu risc sa il primesc dupa ceafa. Cand? Oricand.<br /></div>Gata. E tarziu. Plec dupa tigari.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-3161223878152489165?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765852570960877516.post-36291620246836045202008-10-24T23:53:00.006+03:002008-10-25T01:24:18.116+03:00<div style="text-align: justify;">au trecut ani. de cand am facut contul de blog. si nimic pana acum. de ce acum? am avut motivatie, ca sa spunem asa (mai degraba genul de indemn "hai fa-ti blog!").<br /></div>sa vedem ce iese.<br />nu promit nimic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765852570960877516-3629162024683604520?l=trippin-thru-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>organuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429919128665451210noreply@blogger.com1