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Tout doux | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! December 11, 2009. 2 Responses to “Tout doux”. December 11, 2009 at 3:41 am. Oui c’est vrai. Que l’amour est réel. La vie est belle. La vie des amoureux…. December 12, 2009 at 10:35 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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MMS | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! October 4, 2009. Poza aia zace in mobil, tu respiri a deznadejde si dor. El face intocmai. Adunati-va plictiseala din nou si plimbati-o in oras. 10 Responses to “MMS”. October 4, 2009 at 7:14 pm. October 5, 2009 at 2:00 pm. Cum bagi tu mortu’ in casa. October 5, 2009 at 2:07 pm. Imagine macabra ce nu se potriveste deloc situatiei mai sus descrisa. suck it up, P! October 7, 2009 at 1:56 am. Asta e o chestie absolut demenţială. October 23, 2009 at 1:31 pm.
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Oda tie, mareata Pupu | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! Oda tie, mareata Pupu. February 18, 2009. Am stat si m-am gandit eu bine de tot si am hotarat: trebuie sa scriu despre Pupu. Pentru ca Pupu e tot ce vrei. Uitam faimoasa replica a mult mai faimosului Cosmin si nu mai zicem “H e tot ce vrei”. Pupu e tot ce vrei. Povestea Pupului (sau a Pupei? Vrea piticul sa arate clasei intregi ca eu mi-s grasa? Si astea au fost inceputurile. Suna banal ca dracu, dar eu mi-am gasit deja marea dragoste. Si uite Pupu ca...
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13. | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! May 4, 2012. E bine atunci cand inchid ochii si o visez pe mama. Si nu vreau sa ma trezesc. Niciodata. Inca o data. Te-am uitat, Mary Lou. Nu-ti mai aud vocea de mult si nu ti-am mai simtit imbratisarea de o viata. Cum sa uiti? Cum sa treaca o jumatate de viata fara tine? De ce nu s-a oprit lumea chiar atunci cand tu ai luat ultima gura de aer? De ce nu m-ai luat si pe mine cu tine? Nu ne-ar fi fost mai bine amandurora impreuna decat singure fiecare?
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Cine nu citeste, e prost! | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! Cine nu citeste, e prost! Rudyard Kipling – The jungle books (recitit). Philippe Pozzo di Borgo – Le second souffle. Laurie Bauer and Peter Trudgill – Language Myths. James Fenimore Cooper – The last of the Mohicans. Arto Paasilinna – La douce empoisonneuse. Maya Angelou – I know why the caged bird sings. Maya Angelou – The heart of a woman. Brigitte – J’habite en bas de chez vous. Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt – Odette Toulemonde et autres histoires. James Joyce...
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Requiem | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! June 24, 2010. M-am trezit inecata de lacrimi, nu pentru ca ai murit pana si in visul meu, ci pentru ca ti-am simtit parfumul asa cum nu l-am mai simtit de aproape 5 ani. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Flashback | Smile like you mean it
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Smile like you mean it. Cine nu citeste, e prost! March 18, 2015. Imi aduc aminte de anul cand am implinit 12 ani. Imi aduc aminte momente precise. Ziua mea de nastere. O poza: parul scurt, tuns bob, bronzata excesiv. O rochie turcoaz, o impletitura ce aduce aminte de mileul bunicii tale de pe televizor. Nu purtam sutien, iar asta e motivul pentru care nimeni, niciodata nu a vazut poza. N-am fost niciodata constienta de durerea ei, niciodata convinsa ca e bolnava. Si chiar de-as fi fost, cand ai 12 a...