<?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-6080191470296343055</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:01:12.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bortienisme</title><subtitle type='html'>metamorfoza-n vaiet digital</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-5767057897679146288</id><published>2012-01-22T16:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:01:12.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>POPORUL e DE VINA .</title><content type='html'>Cu siguranta cei care viseaza la binele Romaniei, nu-si cunosc poporul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam zilele acestea la fetzele demonstrantilor ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majoritatea in varsta, cu probleme reale, actuale...&lt;br /&gt;Si alte cateva zeci de tineri care de-abia asteapta sa faca ceva cool in viata lor. &lt;br /&gt;Din pacate vandalismul nu e un lucru cool. &lt;br /&gt;E unul stupid. De care e capabila si o maimutza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lor - demonstrantilor - nu le pasa de viitorul tarii. Cu atat mai putin de viitorul copiilor nostri ... &lt;br /&gt;Lor le pasa de ACUM. Normal, pentru ca ACUM traiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am asteptat ani de zile sa se faca ceva in tara asta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum cand, dupa 20 de ani de la revolutie,  incep sa simt ca in sfarsti parca se misca ceva, ei ies in strada, pentru a STOPA drumul in sfarsit normal, pe care am apucat de cativa ani incoace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au uitat ca iliescu si gasca au vandut in 15 ani tot ce se putea din tara asta, au uitat si de ceausescu ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt in strada si, fara sa le pese de NOI, cei care MUNCIM pentru pensia lor, fara sa le pese de VIITORUL TARII, ei PROTESTEAZA ... &lt;br /&gt;La urma urmei e dreptul lor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problema este ca ei doar VOR. &lt;br /&gt;Mai departe de A VREA nu gandesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ii intereseaza.&lt;br /&gt;Vor sa schimbe un rau cu alt rau. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de incuiati incat cred ca CEILALTI le vor da miere si lapte. &lt;br /&gt;Distrug ORICE AM CONSTRUIT CU GREU, pentru a pune ORICE ALTCEVA, indiferent de valoare, in loc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat de stupid. Cat de imatur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Vad cateva miscari noi - politice - care stau sa se infiripe in Romania .. Noua Republica mi se pare o optiune tot mai verosimila pentru urmatorul meu vot.&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu inteleg oamenii care vor sa ajunga la carma Romaniei este ca POPORUL care ii va alege, le va sfasia idealurile intr-un timp foarte scurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poporul roman e foarte simplu de inteles: daca vrei sa te lase in pace, umple-i burta si buzunarul. Si vei fi iubit. Vei vinde nestingherit, prin spatele usii, tot ce vrei din tara asta. Asa au facut toti politicienii de dupa revolutie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu incerca sa le ceri sacrificii in numele viitorului. &lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa ii inveti ceva - ei le stiu pe toate ...&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa le schimbi ideile, modul de viata, ori sa le explici ca nu e normal sa furi de la locul de munca, sa PRIMESTI ceva, gratis, FARA sa MUNCESTI .. &lt;br /&gt;Nu te complica sa le explici ca le vrei binele si ca alcoolul sau manelele ii tampesc. &lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa il educi. &lt;br /&gt;Vei fi brusc tras de pe piedestal, si eventual impuscat.. &lt;br /&gt;Tarat prin glod si scuipat , tu - tocmai TU - cel care visai sa ii transformi intr-un  popor maretz, brav, virtuos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu siguranta cei care viseaza la binele Romaniei, nu-si cunosc poporul.&lt;br /&gt;Binele Romaniei e un lucru si binele Poporului e cu totul alta chestiune, din pacate. &lt;br /&gt;Poporul nu vrea binele Romaniei. &lt;br /&gt;Poporul vrea doar binele propriu. Si asta IMEDIAT!&lt;br /&gt;Trist, dar poporul nostru nu e interesat de viitorul tarii, pun pariu ca pe romani nu ii intereseaza nici macar daca Romania va mai exista sau nu peste 20-30 de ani.. &lt;br /&gt;Nu politicienii sunt de vina pentru ce e in Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE VINA e POPORUL. &lt;br /&gt;Invatat sa intinda mana si sa creada ca i se cuvine pomana, pe merit, de vitze prea nobile pentru a munci pe branci ca un neamtz, prea ignorant pentru a intelege ca binele necesita intotdeauna si sacrificii... Prea nesimtit ca sa ii pese de viitorul copiilor sai .. "Azi sa-mi fie bine, ca  maine -om mai vedea .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iliescu a inteles asta. Si inca e iubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu inteleg insa CE SPERA cei care vor sa vina la putere - politicieni vechi sau din noua generatie ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, vestea proasta este ca Nu vor putea face nimic. &lt;br /&gt;Nu vor avea timp. &lt;br /&gt;Poporul asteapta binele imediat. &lt;br /&gt;Si eventual .. GRATUIT .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sa-mi fie cu iertare, sincer. Stiu ca aproximativ 7% dintre romani sunt ...intelectuali . Dar ei vor intelege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-5767057897679146288?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/5767057897679146288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=5767057897679146288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/5767057897679146288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/5767057897679146288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2012/01/poporul-e-de-vina.html' title='POPORUL e DE VINA .'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-2680942989735605503</id><published>2012-01-08T17:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:06:11.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ElsisArt - portfolio update</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;I upload my portfolio - &lt;a href="http://www.elsisart.com"&gt;http://www.elsisart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-2680942989735605503?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/2680942989735605503/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=2680942989735605503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2680942989735605503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2680942989735605503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2012/01/elsisart-portfolio-update.html' title='ElsisArt - portfolio update'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-8093602090230947798</id><published>2011-01-22T16:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:46:41.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSunZKIhIeU"&gt;My latest Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-8093602090230947798?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/8093602090230947798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=8093602090230947798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/8093602090230947798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/8093602090230947798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='My latest video'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-3891480811692757710</id><published>2010-12-24T01:40:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:47:42.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/TRPfHw62I_I/AAAAAAAAACg/AeBKhvj4Z6E/s1600/AmusedSloth_RebellionRise_Game_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/TRPfHw62I_I/AAAAAAAAACg/AeBKhvj4Z6E/s320/AmusedSloth_RebellionRise_Game_t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554028089961751538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since 5 months ago I am working for &lt;a href="http://www.amusedsloth.com/"&gt;Amused Sloth&lt;/a&gt;- a Games&amp;Apps Company.&lt;br /&gt;During this time I have created all the graphics for &lt;a href="http://www.amusedsloth.com/rebellionrise.html"&gt;REBELLION RISE Game&lt;/a&gt;, all the SoundFX, the Music (together with my brother, Julian) and the promotional materials - Website / Video for Youtube and more... All in one :) ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use: &lt;br /&gt;-for graphic:Fireworks, Flash and PhotoShop;&lt;br /&gt;- for video -After Effects and SonyVegas&lt;br /&gt;- 3D modeling - XSI &lt;br /&gt;- for music - Ableton .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-3891480811692757710?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/3891480811692757710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=3891480811692757710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/3891480811692757710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/3891480811692757710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2010/12/rebellion-rise.html' title='Rebellion Rise'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/TRPfHw62I_I/AAAAAAAAACg/AeBKhvj4Z6E/s72-c/AmusedSloth_RebellionRise_Game_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-1267645260358481359</id><published>2010-01-28T11:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:44:41.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeu nu e un SRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dumnezeu nu e un SRL.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu e o afacere rentabila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu are nevoie de intermediari, pentru a ne Auzi.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu e in tot si in toate, trebuie doar sa ne gandim la EL si ne Va Arata drumul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La poarta lui Dumnezeu nu se formeaza cozi si nu e nevoie de intermediari dornici de spaga, pentru a ne primi si a ne arata Dragostea si Sfatul Lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ori de cantecele rostite pe nas, ca sa ii atragem atentia si Binecuvantarea. &lt;br /&gt;Si Iertarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dummezeu e Atotputernic. &lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu Permite sa existe un oponent. &lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e A TOT PUTERNIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul/Iadul sunt doar inventii ale samanilor religiosi, pentru a ne ameninta/speria/ indobitoci si conduce lejer, ca pe o turma supusa, buna de muls.&lt;br /&gt;Preotii au UCIS pentru a isi mentine dominatia.&lt;br /&gt;AU UCIS oameni si UCID INCA suflete, &lt;br /&gt;spunand ca o fac in numele Bunului Dumnezeu !!&lt;br /&gt;Cata prefacatorie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preotii pun lanturi grele pe aripile noastre, pentru a nu ne inalta, pentru a nu atinge Adevarata Cunoastere ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca atunci, cine ar mai avea nevoie de Preoti?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dumnezeu nu e o afacere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul e doar in noi. &lt;br /&gt;In tentatiile si slabiciunile noastre.&lt;br /&gt;In carnea noastra cea dornica de crestere. De posesie. De dominare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar Dumnezeu ne va ajuta sa scapam de acest rau, printr-un simplu gand.&lt;br /&gt;Curat.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie doar sa ii cerem asta, din suflet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu are nevoie de DOVEZI.&lt;br /&gt;El STIE ce e inauntrul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca E Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;El stie daca ne dorim cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu are nevoie de jertfe sangeroase sau intermediari rotofei, pentru a ne Ierta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu e doar UNUL.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu a creat si creeaza DOAR BINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu e un SRL.&lt;br /&gt;Samanii religiosi sa dea jos uniformele de cocote aurite&lt;br /&gt;si sa inceapa sa MUNCEASCA.&lt;br /&gt;Sa isi castige painea cea de toate zilele prin munca, la fel ca noi toti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem o tara de indreptat si ridicat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim morali si creativi, sa incepem de ACUM.&lt;br /&gt;Sa avem doar ganduri bune in noi.&lt;br /&gt;Sa fim pozitivi si increzatori ca Dumnezeu E in fiecare din noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca EL ne-A Dat Viata.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ne bucuram si sa ne implinim si sa evoluam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu va face rau vreodata niciunuia dintre copiii Lui.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu are oponent. Este ATOTPUTERNIC.&lt;br /&gt;Iadul e doar o inventie a preotilor pentru a ne tine in lesa.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a ne face slugile lor,&lt;br /&gt;pentru a ne da sentimentul ca avem nevoie de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Cata nemernicie din partea unor auto-proclamati slujitori ai Domnului!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura noastra FRICA trebuie sa fie cea de Judecata Lui Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa ducem o viata Morala - guvernati doar de idealuri Pozitive si Drepte.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa fim Creativi - pentru a nu Irosi viata ce ne-a fost data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DE ACUM, veti trai mai liberi si mai fericiti si mai buni, stiind toate acestea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doamne Ajuta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-1267645260358481359?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/1267645260358481359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=1267645260358481359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/1267645260358481359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/1267645260358481359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2010/01/dumnezeu-nu-e-un-srl.html' title='Dumnezeu nu e un SRL'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-6569902019638299511</id><published>2010-01-12T19:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:06:58.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar un JOC</title><content type='html'>parearea mea: viata noastra e doar un ... joc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in viitor oamenii nu se vor mai multi doar cu jocuri de strategie/sociale/interactive virtuale, ireale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vor cauta solutii sa simta totul la alt nivel: biologic, real, fara sa-i afecteze fizic personal... &lt;br /&gt;cu siguranta ca nu e ideea mea. deja sunt filme pe aceasta tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..pentru inceput vor testa "jocul" pe minti de cobai. apoi de maimute. de delfini. apoi .. pe fiinte tot mai inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;daca ati fi extraterestrii avansati&lt;/span&gt; tehnologic/spiritual, cum v-ati distra? &lt;br /&gt;sau poate termenul "distractie" suna prea banal. Sau murdar ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformulez: Cum ati incerca sa traiti si altceva decat o existenta lunga si monoton-rigida? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ati incerca sa simtiti si altceva, care sa va aduca alte trairi decat cele zilnice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posibil trairi care sa va invete si altceva decat ceea ce acumulati din mediul natural/real propriu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca ati incerca sa creati o lume si sa va jucati de-a stapanii din umbra.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ati incerca sa o manipulati usor, invizibil, pentru a studia reactii/fenomene/drame/fericiri ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ar fi interesant, nu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate ca, intr-un anumit fel, v-ati infiltra in corpurile avatarelor ( ca tot e la moda subiectul ) si ati trai senzatii nebanuite in viata voastra fixa/rigida/stiintifica de extraterestru evoluat :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau ar mai fi o varianta: ce ar fi , pentru ca JOCUL sa fie TOTAL, sa aveti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o singura regula&lt;/span&gt; in acest joc: sa poti participa, cu CONDITIA de a-ti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anula constiinta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a uita ce ai facut in vietile/jocurile anterioare ... &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a uita temporar ca esti doar un extraterestru intr-un joc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara puteri supranaturale, fara avans stiintific, sa traiesti/simti totul simplu, rudimentar, animalic, primitiv, asa cum au facut-o stramosii tai cu milioane de ani in urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa iei mereu totul aproape de la zero. Fara sa stii macar ca dupa ce vei muri, cand vei muri, vei mai avea o sansa. Fara sa stii ca &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTUL E DOAR UN JOC&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ar fi FASCINANT. &lt;br /&gt;Ar fi intr-adevar un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOC FORMIDABIL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....normal, uneori programarea nu merge perfect si unii dintre noi isi mai pot aduce aminte franturi din vieti necunoscute/straine/anterioare .. . &lt;br /&gt;Sau Unii sunt genii si nu stiu de ce :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am jucat si eu de-a "ce-ar fi daca". Sper sa nu fi deranjat pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seara buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-6569902019638299511?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6569902019638299511/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=6569902019638299511&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6569902019638299511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6569902019638299511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2010/01/doar-un-joc.html' title='Doar un JOC'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-2739822731906965888</id><published>2010-01-11T10:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:39:34.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot inainte</title><content type='html'>am cativa prieteni. in sensul adevarat al cuvantului.&lt;br /&gt;odinioara convietuiam impreuna, impartind acelasi dormitor, aceeasi sala de clasa, aceleasi ganduri/stari sufletesti ...&lt;br /&gt;Acum ne auzim sau ne vedem rar. DAR, intotdeauna intre ultima intalnire si actuala, timpul a stat in loc. Chiar daca au trecut multe luni de cand nu ne-am auzit.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca asta inseamna prietenii: oameni cu care oricand te intalnesti, timpul si evenimentele personale, nu au nici o valoare, nu exista.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia e o relatie neafectata de timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ce am mai facut?...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am deschis un magazin de instrumente muzicale - &lt;a href="http://www.xbase.ro"&gt;www.xbase.ro&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit Fratia Creatorilor. Un lucru bun pentru Romania, cred eu - &lt;a href="http://forum.drumulinvingatorilor.ro/index.php"&gt;Fratia Creatorilor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am continuat sa compun/sa scriu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput noul an cu speranta si plin de pozitivitate.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt la jumatatea vietii, plin de putere. Si inca mai am destule de facut pana sa imi iau la revedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca, cred eu, pacatul cel mai mare este &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa ai un talent si sa il irosesti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu faci in viata ceea ce simti ca trebuie sa faci. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa te lasi furat de "idealul" unui servici stabil, care sa iti asigure banii &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pentru a consuma&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mori fara sa fi deschis ochii vreodata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-2739822731906965888?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/2739822731906965888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=2739822731906965888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2739822731906965888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2739822731906965888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2010/01/tot-inainte.html' title='Tot inainte'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-768455605990652124</id><published>2008-07-30T13:08:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:55:09.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a fi</title><content type='html'>ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;miracolul creatiei: &lt;br /&gt;2 arhive zip, care incapsuleaza TOT ce inseamna viata biologica a rasei/specimenelor in cauza.&lt;br /&gt;se intalnesc si se dezarhiveaza acolo, in uterom, despachetand fisiere, suprascriind biti, concatenand/lipind cu superglue/activand sau nu kilometrii de cod genetic, cu o rapiditate uimitoare, febril, dupa un plan stabilit de un Programator absolut perfect, dupa un cod care merge aproape identic si fara probleme, de mii de ani, de la primii copii ai Evei ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceleasi rutine, acelasi rezultat, de mii de ani.&lt;br /&gt;ca un lucru bine facut, de un profesionist, un cod scris impecabil, undeva/peste tot  in noi si devenind activ in momentul in care cele doua arhive genetice se intalnesc , se ciocnesc, se ingurgiteaza si activeaza comanda "gotoAndPlay();"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restul, se stie: urmeaza o viata lunga si paradoxal prea scurta...&lt;br /&gt;...mai bine sau mai rau, mai cu noroc sau fara, mai dintr-o data sau mai incet ... mai constient/trezit sau mai sarac/mai fericit .. &lt;br /&gt;chiar nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facand un bilantz, la final, A TRECUT INTOTDEAUNA prea REPEDE.&lt;br /&gt;Intodeauna ai mai fi vrut inca ..putin..&lt;br /&gt;Dar uiti saptamanile nenumarate in care voiai sa vina week-end-ul si celelalte 4 zile sa treaca repede-repede sau mai bine sa nu fi existat. &lt;br /&gt;..de fapt nu treceau saptamanile&lt;br /&gt;iti TRECEA VIATA.&lt;br /&gt;si tu nu observai cele 4 zile pierdute. sacrificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la final degeaba le mai regreti. e tardiv.&lt;br /&gt;ai trait de fapt mai putin de jumatate din viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;sau&lt;br /&gt;ai irosit mai mult de jumatate din viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..vei regreta timpul pierdut aiurea, vegetand, sau lucrand ceva de tot rahatul, ptr a face bani. pe care sa-i cheltui pe alte rahaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viata scurta, intr-un cerc vicios bine gandit, in care te dai, te vinzi,iti risipesti zilele, pentru niste bani. pe care ii arunci imediat ce intri in supermarket, pentru a lua in posesie chestii. adica CHESTII..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca o razbunare pentru cele 4 zile irosite din saptamana. &lt;br /&gt;crezi ca vei compensa golul din viata ta  cu " a cumpara" - "a poseda" nimicuri.&lt;br /&gt;efemere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mergi la servici, ptr a putea sa cumperi/posezi nimicuri ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in loc sa... ? &lt;br /&gt;sa ce? &lt;br /&gt;nu stiu . &lt;br /&gt;sunt un produs al societatii , sunt bine legat la ochi, sunt bine educat social, incorsetat de prejudecati/standarde impuse, chiar nu stiu cum m-as bucura in alt fel, decat sa POSED nimicuri ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiar nu stiu ce as face toata ziua, daca nu ar trebui sa muncesc.&lt;br /&gt;daca nu as avea televizor si ziare si carti.&lt;br /&gt;daca m-as trezi dintr-o data intr-o pestera goala, izolat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu ce mi-as mai umple golul din mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;societatea e a nimicurilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUPA, parerea mea, se stinge lumina. &lt;br /&gt;Inchizi ochii, mai tragi o data - ultima data - aer in piept...&lt;br /&gt;si nu  vei mai auzi cand il vei da afara. &lt;br /&gt;ca un oftat. &lt;br /&gt;apasat. &lt;br /&gt;eliberator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici o continuare. nici o amintire. nici o senzatie.&lt;br /&gt;nici un "va urma".&lt;br /&gt;nici o farama de constienta a existentei.&lt;br /&gt;se stinge lumina si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce nu pot intelege de ce UNIVERSUL ar risipi cu lux atata materie/inventivitate/miracol ? pentru a ucide in clipa urmatoare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deh, e o chestie interesanta sa  creezi miracole, asa, doar pentru a PUTEA ucide MIRACOLE ... pentru a-ti putea permite sa ucizi miracole. &lt;br /&gt;sau sa le ignori. sa le cobori la rang de "cotidian" ..&lt;br /&gt;sa le transformi doar in statistici. &lt;br /&gt;in numere si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepiniera TA, rezervatia TA, jocul Tau de strategie, cu jucatori vii ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate ptr Tine , a fi viu inseamna ALTCEVA .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-768455605990652124?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/768455605990652124/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=768455605990652124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/768455605990652124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/768455605990652124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/07/fi.html' title='a fi'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-387853717529966241</id><published>2008-06-27T14:42:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:19:17.819+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spania</title><content type='html'>3 saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;inainte de a pleca am zis: voi avea timp sa scriu pe blog, sa pun poze,, sa compun, sa mai invat cate ceva actionscript 3  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timp as fi avut.&lt;br /&gt;dar net nici in ruptul capului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desi auzisem doar, acum m-am convins: spaniolii sunt dpdv al informaticii ..undeva in urma rau de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Madrid exista o singura zona cu acoperire WiFi, free : la Puerta del Sol ..&lt;br /&gt;in Sibiu (care e un amarat de satuc comparativ cu Madridul ) exista ..cel putin 5 pe care le stiu eu ... plus cele free din baruri/cluburi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am vrut sa imi iau un modem vodafone. dar trebuia sa fiu cetatean spaniol, si sa imi fac un contract de 18 luni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;varianta de internet prin rooming ..am exclus-o datorita costurilor exagerate . &lt;br /&gt;chiar exagerate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci 3 saptamani fara sarma. fara acea parte virtuala din mine, care urla , dorind sa se manifeste.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ce mi-au placut : mancarea. oamenii ( majoritar inculti dar cu bun simt). clima. berea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omul intr-adevar sfinteste locul .&lt;br /&gt;am plecat din Madrid spre sud - Gualdamar de secura/Torrevieja- La Mata . Un teren aproape desertic. piatra seaca. Praf maroniu sau vanat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar oamenii astia au stiut sa dea fiecarei bucati de pamant o intrebuintare: maslini. portocali. palmieri. instalatii eoliene/solare . Autostrazi. Adica AUTOSTRAZI fara urma de denivelare pe sute de km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice petec de pamant neirosit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta inseamna iubire de tara? Pretuire ptr putinul pe care il ai? Si trebuie sa il dai mai departe ?&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT fata de viata in sine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi romanii, nu pretuim ce avem. Nu muncim putinul avut.&lt;br /&gt;Dar carcotim permanent ca nimic nu e bine, ca nimeni nu face nimic ptr noi..&lt;br /&gt;DAr noi nu facem nimic ptr noi, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toti romanii se pricep la fotbal, politica si bagat de vina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca avem mari probleme de respect interuman, respect fata de ceea ce avem . &lt;br /&gt;O mare lipsa de bun simtz. &lt;br /&gt;Si o imensa lipsa de atitudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si doar vreo 3-4 conducatori in toata istoria noastra, carora sa le fi PASAT.&lt;br /&gt;sa fi facut ceva pentru poporul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu cat mai prost poporul cu atat mai usor de ...prostit .&lt;br /&gt;la alegeri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-aia invatamantul e neglijat. ironizat. ridiculizat.&lt;br /&gt;mafiotii politicieni pregatesc pentru urmasii lor pepiniera de &lt;br /&gt;idioti inculti, cu burtile pline de hot-dogi si bere si fotbal, &lt;br /&gt;mintile speriate/inhibate de stiri de ora 5&lt;br /&gt;si sufletele omorate prin infometare. si uitare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce mai avem ?...&lt;br /&gt;Mandrie prosteasca din belsug. &lt;br /&gt;Frustrari, mania persecutiei, lene - cu titanicul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De parca toate popoarele care au trecut peste noi si prin femeile noastre, si-au lasat aici toate lucrurile slabe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar despre asta, alta data, poate, intr-un volum de dimensiunile Istoriei Literaturii Romane de la Origini pana in Prezent... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...iar m-am aprins ..degeaba. &lt;br /&gt;e unul din motivele ptr care am renuntat si la muzica: prea des am simtit ca urlu intr-o tara de surzi, &lt;br /&gt;ca ma lupt cu morile de vanturi &lt;br /&gt;ale unor oameni pe care ii deranjez cu incercarile mele de a deschide ochi si minti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu aveau nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;de flacara mea.&lt;br /&gt;au aparate electrice - luate la oferta - de incalzit.&lt;br /&gt;mancarea si sufletele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand am inteles ca nu mai merita efortul, ca mi-am facut datoria fatza de acei 5% care m-au inteles ... am zis simplu : stop .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;si am luat-o pe un alt drum.&lt;br /&gt;in sfarsit spre mine si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Spania e o tara cu oameni care majoritar nu-si cunosc decat propria limba ..si nici aia .. prea bine. &lt;br /&gt;Am intrebat un localnic incotro e nordul si a zis ca in viata lui nu si-a pus intrebarea asta. &lt;br /&gt;asa ca nu a stiut sa imi raspunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar oamenii de acolo au bun simtz. &lt;br /&gt;treaba care provine din mentalitatea istorica a unui popor, n-are nici o legatura cu educatia intelectuala ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un zambet calm sculptat pe fatza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai e ceva misto: toata Spania intre 14 si 17 isi face siesta. &lt;br /&gt;Iar duminica nu gasesti un magazin deschis :) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-387853717529966241?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/387853717529966241/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=387853717529966241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/387853717529966241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/387853717529966241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/06/spania.html' title='Spania'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-4889484101897854817</id><published>2008-05-28T11:18:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:38:40.741+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre.</title><content type='html'>Am luat o pauza lunga.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt .. a fost o perioada anosta, cu intamplari casnice, nevroze insignifiante .. din motive obscure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Lucrez la o firma de multimedia - &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.media-division.com"&gt;Media Division&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt grafician si animator flash si mai bag din cand in cand cate o compozitie/editare de sunet/video ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucruri faine pentru mine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am dat drumul la un site free de jocuri flash, facute de noi - &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://flashspice.com/"&gt;FlashSpice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Am adunat aici jocurile facute in ultimii 10 ani  ... Sper sa va placa ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E IDEAL sa faci bani dintr-un job care iti place.&lt;br /&gt;REAL, e satisfacator daca macar 25% din munca ta e placuta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar e bine si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna vei da majoritar de clienti stupid de polivalenti, care se cred buni la grafica, la reclame, la branding ... &lt;br /&gt;Angajeaza profesionisti ca sa le realizeze ideile infantile...&lt;br /&gt;Ai de ales intre a pierde bani sau a realiza un produs pe care sa nu il adaugi in CV-ul tau. &lt;br /&gt;Deh ..ar fi doar al 107-lea neadaugat , de cand lucrezi in domeniu.&lt;br /&gt;Iar banii iti trebuiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, vorbesc despre compromis. &lt;br /&gt;Deci 25% satisfactie .. e un procent ok.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca in orice domeniu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca e boala romaneasca ... dar lucrand in ultimii ani cu clienti de dincolo .. am inteles ca "polivalentii" nu i-am inventat noi.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai ales la englezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Englezii astia sunt un popor de manageri.&lt;br /&gt;Ei doar se intalnesc in meeting-uri obsesive, interminabile, sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restul sarac al mapamondului lucreaza ptr ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar despre asta , poate alta data..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-4889484101897854817?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/4889484101897854817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=4889484101897854817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/4889484101897854817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;the feelings disappear&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;and you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could start again&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-7390461389387747268?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/7390461389387747268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=7390461389387747268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/7390461389387747268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/7390461389387747268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/04/johnny-cash-hurt.html' title='Johnny Cash - Hurt'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-9082006279836615019</id><published>2008-04-10T00:44:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:08:06.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gresit . ?</title><content type='html'>cu siguranta ma aflu intr-un loc gresit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mult timp. de prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu siguranta am facut o alegere gresita undeva/candva.&lt;br /&gt;instinctul nu a functionat cum trebuia.&lt;br /&gt;inima se oprise, nestiind ce se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-atatea gusturi amestecate, de prea multe salturi din floare in floare, de-atata auzit in boxe cuvantul " iubire", am pierdut sensul. &lt;br /&gt;gustul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau nici macar nu l-am invatat corect.&lt;br /&gt;poate am inteles eu gresit despre ce e vorba in povestile celorlalti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;dar ceva am simtit.&lt;br /&gt;puternic.&lt;br /&gt;big bang-ul propriu.&lt;br /&gt;implozia si apoi exaltarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primul respirat ALTFEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si totusi...&lt;br /&gt;incetul cu incetul nepotrivirile s-au accentuat.&lt;br /&gt;au ajuns sa ma apese. sa ma indeparteze.&lt;br /&gt;sau sa ma traga fortat pe drumul pe care ar fi trebuit sa o iau , la acea intersectie... &lt;br /&gt;in care m-am indragostit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poti sa te indragostesti si de cine nu trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;poti sa o iubesti o viata, desi te faramiteaza incet-incet ?&lt;br /&gt;te transforma in cineva strain tie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiar daca calculul durerilor/nervilor depasesc in progresie geometrica .. rarele clipe fericite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate m-am grabit atunci. poate mai trebuia sa mai incerc.&lt;br /&gt;sau poate nu. poate asta mi-a fost dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate eram satul si am ramas unde imi paralizase definitiv dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;ca o prada.&lt;br /&gt;ca o piatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate asta e fericirea: &lt;br /&gt;o gasesti doar in locurile in care nu ar fi trebuit sa fii. &lt;br /&gt;are gust dulce amarui.&lt;br /&gt;uneori doare.&lt;br /&gt;alteori nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate ca habar n-am.&lt;br /&gt;poate inca nu am gasit definitia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate ca nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-9082006279836615019?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/9082006279836615019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=9082006279836615019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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de batranete vom avea, noi, cei din generatia IT ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu siguranta nu imi voi face abonament la o banca in parc, sa ma intalnesc cu ceilalti mosnegi, la o barfa, cu o privire pierduta printre copacii inverziti si cerul albastru.. &lt;br /&gt;melancolic si resemnat, asteptand tot mai improbabila zi de maine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu siguranta nu voi juca sah, atent la discutiile celor de pe margine,despre vreme/politica/taxe/legi/tineretul varza din ziua de azi/ai auzit ca a murit Gelu? ... s-a dus si el saracul. &lt;br /&gt;cine o fi urmatorul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..cu siguranta nu ma voi domestici devenind politicos cu doamnele demult trecute, spunandu-le ca astazi parca arata mai bine. mai tinere ca atunci cand erau domnisoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mila am. dar nu pot minti. trebuie acceptata fiecare varsta.&lt;br /&gt;fiecare zi. fiecare prabusire.&lt;br /&gt;fiecare sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca nu ar fi existat un inceput atunci cu siguranta nu ar fi existat nici un sfarsit. logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. probabil ca voi juca in retea, de acasa, sah. &lt;br /&gt;probabil ca pana in ultima clipa voi agata fete pe net, dedublat, de 23 de ani, single si cu pofta de viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mai mult ca sigur voi muri de infarct, in Real, ucis pentru ultima oara in Virtual, cu un akm de counter strike .. &lt;br /&gt;sau: "bai frate ce m-ai speriat !!! ai stat pitit si m-ai luat cu cutitul ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi voi lasa prin testament, mostenire, conturile de pe Triburile/Imperia Online/Warcraft si alte nu stiu cate locuri magice in care sunt un zeu... dupa servici ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca m-am obisnuit de tanar , sa mor.&lt;br /&gt;iluzia unui "Enter" si soldatul reinvie, cu arma incarcata, nu ma va urma insa de data asta.&lt;br /&gt;Realitatea va opri Jocul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am ajuns sa sufar de UNDO, lasa ca dau "back" si repar greseala..&lt;br /&gt;Realitatea nu are UNDO.&lt;br /&gt;Realitatea are Back doar pentru a privi neputincios in urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dar eu NU mai sunt sigur UNDE traiesc mai mult: in Real sau in Virtual..&lt;br /&gt;cui apartin de iure, de facto ..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;m-am dedublat de atatea ori ca nu mai stiu sigur cum sunt in Realitate.&lt;br /&gt;sau cum ma stiti fiecare dintre voi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... imi voi petrece batranetea la fel ca tineretea: conectat.&lt;br /&gt;pana la ultimul click. de mouse &lt;br /&gt;sau .. pana atunci voi face un click neuronal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasiune si adrenalina pana la capat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nu voi fi destul de important ca sa mi se cloneze organele, sa mi se inlocuiasca piesele din unitatea centrala .. cu altele noi, proaspat crescute in vitro ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iar banca de gene nu va fi interesata sa ma ia in evidenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci voi muri tanar, la numai 90 de de ani.&lt;br /&gt;voi veti trai minim 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-6477797692702914759?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6477797692702914759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=6477797692702914759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6477797692702914759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6477797692702914759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/04/batranetea-mea.html' title='Batranetea mea'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-4651141245572617689</id><published>2008-04-01T01:16:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:11:19.069+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realitatea nu exista .</title><content type='html'>cel putin matematic/fizic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/teoria_relativit%C4%83%C5%A3ii" target="_blank"&gt;teoria relativitatii&lt;/a&gt; - 2 observatori si un singur fenomen - a fost gasita ca fiind partial eronata, Einstein a revizuit si a ajuns la un caz particular: relativitatea restransa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..as vrea sa vad formula pentru 6 miliarde de observatori si un singur fenomen - REALITATEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu va exista o astfel de formula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prin urmare realitatea nu exista matematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. notiunile de trecut si viitor cad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramane un prezent continuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 simturi...si un univers infinit, posibil multi-univers ..&lt;br /&gt;un univers care se manifesta in miliarde de forme. de cazuri. de ipostaze.&lt;br /&gt;cu siguranta pentru a-l intelege avem nevoie si noi de miliarde de simturi.&lt;br /&gt;sau cel putin de mai mult de 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana atunci constantul 3D fortat 4D .. si cele 5 simturi limitate, ne vor tine inchisi ca intr-o cutie, ca intr-o enclava.&lt;br /&gt;pana cand ne vom redescoperi simturile pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;avute in uterom, indubitabil, pentru ca facem parte din intreg.&lt;br /&gt;intregul se regaseste in fiecare particula - spatiile mandelbrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau UN simt care sa perceapa tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...crezand ca stim totul . &lt;br /&gt;ca ochii nostrii de furnica si cei 3% folositi din creier au capacitatea de a intelege miliardele de manifestari universale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate ca 5 simturi ne sunt suficiente pentru a fi fericiti, in scurta noastra deplasare de la A la B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitagoreic sau prin gauri de vierme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-4651141245572617689?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/4651141245572617689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=4651141245572617689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/4651141245572617689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/4651141245572617689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/04/realitatea-nu-exista.html' title='Realitatea nu exista .'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-890076440536338436</id><published>2008-03-27T09:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:04:14.140+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>nu am reusit vreodata sa fiu "in val".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am ascultat Depeche Mode dupa ce a trecut moda.&lt;br /&gt;la fel Guns N'Roses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orice era "la moda" , orice atragea turma, instinctiv imi repugna.&lt;br /&gt;nu mi-am propus niciodata sa fiu altfel. sa refuz.&lt;br /&gt;doar ca asa simteam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoi, dupa ce apele se linisteau si lumea se indrepta spre alte orizonturi, incepeam sa  ascult, sa disec, sa accept. &lt;br /&gt;poate imi plac lucrurile prafuite. poate ca imi place sa descopar, in liniste, fostele ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oameni pe care ii respingeam instinctiv, mi-au devenit de multe ori buni prieteni mai tarziu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate sunt superficial. ma ghidez intotdeauna dupa primul impuls. &lt;br /&gt;poate ca respingerea din toata fiinta face ca acceptarea sa fie mai placuta, mai tarziu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu tin mortis sa fiu nonconformist. doar ca asa simt si reactionez ca atare.&lt;br /&gt;la fel s-a intamplat si cu Lost. &lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa ma uit la el dupa ce a inceput seria 4. &lt;br /&gt;e un film bun. merita vazut. &lt;br /&gt;reteta americana de entertainment dusa la maxim. are toate condimentele necesare ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate ca ACUM trebuia sa ma uit la el. inainte nu l-as fi vazut la fel. l-as fi inteles cu alti ochi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca toate lucrurile se intampla cu un anumit scop, la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;a grabi sau a intarzia evenimentele inseamna sa o iei pe un alt drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate ca a trebuit sa ma simt pierdut, ratacit, naufragiat intre oamenii cu suflete invizibile, ca sa pot intelege tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toate se intampla atunci cand trebuie sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;nu voi intelege niciodata scopul, la momentul zero.&lt;br /&gt;doar mai tarziu. poate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am invatat sa accept fiecare zi .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-890076440536338436?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/890076440536338436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=890076440536338436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/890076440536338436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/890076440536338436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-7411741700376856675</id><published>2008-03-21T08:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:33:19.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aripi de piatra (fragment)</title><content type='html'>Azi ..&lt;br /&gt;E ziua in care iubirea a murit&lt;br /&gt;Lovita in trafic de un nesimtit..&lt;br /&gt;Intre roti si asfalt sarutul zdrobit&lt;br /&gt;S-a ofilit.. inutil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Sirene vuiau, politistii-ntrebau:&lt;br /&gt;A fost suicid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi .. e ziua in care s-a intamplat:&lt;br /&gt;Bitii si sfintii s-au impacat&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet nou, digitizat&lt;br /&gt;S-a intrupat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icoanele triste, conservate in vid&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai misca, nu te mai prind&lt;br /&gt;Vamesii cer limuzine spre cer&lt;br /&gt;Cui sa mai strig ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Am aripi de piatra&lt;br /&gt;Si brate de vata ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-7411741700376856675?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/7411741700376856675/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=7411741700376856675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/7411741700376856675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/7411741700376856675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/aripi-de-piatra-fragment.html' title='Aripi de piatra (fragment)'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-6259700092735905093</id><published>2008-03-16T09:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:27:01.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchimie</title><content type='html'>...sa te feresti de pacate, sa le ocolesti.&lt;br /&gt;e ca si cum ai vorbi despre ceva ce nu te-a atins niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;e ca si cum te-ai lupta cu ceva despre care stii doar de la altii.&lt;br /&gt;pregatit doar teoretic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a face din eschiva si fuga virtutile tale.&lt;br /&gt;sa mergi pe o linie dreapta constant,pana la capat.&lt;br /&gt;fara nici o vale. fara nici un deal.&lt;br /&gt;fara sa cobori. fara sa te ridici.&lt;br /&gt;fara sa te inalti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e oare ceea ce trebuie ales?&lt;br /&gt;e oare fuga cea care te inalta spritual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sa te cobori in mocirla. ca un foton. ca o raza de lumina.&lt;br /&gt;sa te umpli cu troglod pana peste cap.&lt;br /&gt;sa-ti intre in ochi, in urechi, in gura, in minte. sa te sufoce. &lt;br /&gt;osmoza pacatelor. cercul viciilor.&lt;br /&gt;sa absorbi pacatele prin toti porii.&lt;br /&gt;pana la inima. pana cand sufletul devine infometat. lihnit. inutil.&lt;br /&gt;sa fii una cu mlastina.&lt;br /&gt;sa fii o mlastina a pacatelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si atunci sa ai puterea sa te ridici vertical, in picioare.&lt;br /&gt;sa bati din aripile arse de acidul patimilor si sa te inalti.&lt;br /&gt;sa stralucesti peste troglod, sa spargi pacla , ca un soare. &lt;br /&gt;sa dai viata. speranta. sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca sa fii mai puternic trebuie sa invingi orice te poate dobora.&lt;br /&gt;fara dusmani nu am evolua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa iti dovedesti puterea de a renunta la ceva ce te-a posedat.&lt;br /&gt;ce te-a avut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa te cobori.&lt;br /&gt;ca sa ai de unde te ridica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuie facut un pas ca sa ai certitudinea miscarii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa lupti cu ei si mai ales cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca sa intelegi cu toate celulele minunea zborului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-6259700092735905093?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6259700092735905093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=6259700092735905093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6259700092735905093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;faptul ca ceva ne "suna mai bine" in alta limba e o chestiune de educatie. mai precis de timp acordat educatiei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limba e un organism in continua schimbare. &lt;br /&gt;e adevarat ca o mare bucata de vreme limba noastra s-a dezvoltat inspre interior, accesul la cultura externa fiind limitat... &lt;br /&gt;un organism care nu se dezvolta, care nu se misca e mort. e inutil realitatii. &lt;br /&gt;iar atunci realitatea ucide tot ce e fara vlaga si umple spatiile castigate  cu ce are ea mai puternic.&lt;br /&gt;nevoia de echilibru. de dominare. de uniformizare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instinctiv un nichita a cautat necuvintele .. trebuiau inventate.&lt;br /&gt;ptr a salva o limba incolacita in jurul propriului gat, ca un sarpe sinucigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de aceea poate traducerile metaforelor din romana in alte limbi sunt greu de realizat : limba noastra s-a dezvoltat inspre interior prea mult timp, indepartandu-se de tendintele timpului ei, neavand fortat acces la exterior. .. la cursul normal evolutiv - organic/social/mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apropierea involuntara de origini a dus la o eroziune, la o sculptare interioara multipla...ca o introspectie hipnotica.&lt;br /&gt;de aici bogatia sensurilor multor cuvinte din limba romana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astfel ne-am trezit dupa 89 cu o limba ramasa in urma dpdv al contextului terminologic european/global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa 89 granitele nu s-au deschis doar ptr oameni. ci si ptr cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invazia masiva (ca si cum toti ANII tinuti la granite, fortat, acronic, au navalit brusc peste noi ptr a restabili cursul normal al timpurilor - eram ca intr-o falie temporala, raportati la ce se intampla evolutiv cutural/ tehnologic/ mental/ social in jurul tarii noastre) ne-a zapacit, am preluat din mers gramezile de denumiri, am asimilat tot ce s-a putut, ne-am adaptat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am importat, am bagat in mintile noastre tot ce aveam nevoie ptr a ajunge in pas cu timpul real al lumii exterioare ...  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nesanatos.&lt;br /&gt;cel putin ptr identitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am avut timp sa reactionam " romaneste" . am inghitit valul cu pesti si balene si scoici si resturi de alge ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..francezii au spus " misel jacson" . ptr ca au avut timp sa reactioneze, au reusit sa adapteze realitatea culturala exterioara lor, la limba proprie. la cultura proprie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noi nu am reactionat nici atunci, cand s-au deschis portile, ecluza... &lt;br /&gt;iar acum deja suntem obisnuiti sa adaptam limba noastra la cultura externa. &lt;br /&gt;si nu invers, cum ar fi de bun simt, ptr un popor ce se respecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate nu se respecta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..1000 de pruteni sa se mai nasca , raul facut e ireversibil ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta e. &lt;br /&gt;de fapt imi dau seama ca suntem un popor care intotdeauna a fost prins nepregatit . in orice.&lt;br /&gt;sau comod.&lt;br /&gt;sau indiferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caragiale e dovada. asa am fost dintotdeauna. furculision. "suna mai bine". suntem in trend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mir cum de am rezistat atata amar de vreme pe aici.&lt;br /&gt;poate ptr ca Dumnezeu Ne-a mai dat din cand in cand cate un om-doi pe secol ... carora sa le mai pese... &lt;br /&gt;si macar cate unul sa mai razbata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-6742234724241497670?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6742234724241497670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=6742234724241497670&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/6742234724241497670'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9ekRbcwsbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KKa4bW98lVk/s1600-h/sf_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9ekRbcwsbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KKa4bW98lVk/s400/sf_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176786916018794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Suflet flamand" - am realizat aceast tablou digital (adobe/tableta grafica) ptr abumul cu acelasi nume al trupei Buricul Pamantului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... cineva superficial, pe blogul lui Tudor Chirila, acuza acest tablou de satanism etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e doar o reprezentare grafica a omului modern: homo duplex alergand dupa bani/entertainment/carnal si totodata urland disperat ptr regasirea/hranirea-mantuirea sufletului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e simplu. doar cineva extrem de superficial nu ar fi inteles metafora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai explicit de atat un o puteam realiza :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adobe / tableta /2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-2788578333008735350?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/2788578333008735350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=2788578333008735350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2788578333008735350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2788578333008735350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;e ziua ce-ncepe&lt;br /&gt;o alta identica, nula&lt;br /&gt;iar te vei ascunde ...&lt;br /&gt;iar te vor vana ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe sarma, pe sarma&lt;br /&gt;mega-placerea coboara ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-942487775448504044?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/942487775448504044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=942487775448504044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/942487775448504044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notiunile de tv/calculator/mobil etc. , vor disparea : hologramele vor lua locul ecranelor plate, imbinand mediile cunoscute astazi ca program tv/internet/comunicare, intr-unul singur, accesibil de la acelasi device.&lt;br /&gt;putin probabil ca iubitele telecomenzi vor mai exista: un gand emis va fi indeajuns ptr a ordona/comunica dorinta device-urilor....&lt;br /&gt;.. o noua forma de telepatie: telefonul mental ..&lt;br /&gt;vom misca obiectele cu mintea. vom fi pretutindeni si niciunde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granita dintre real si virtual, va fi inexistenta. sau doar teoretica.. &lt;br /&gt;pentru ca se vor contopi, se vor completa, amesteca si sprijini in ridicarea unei lumi hibride : vom avea nevoie de oxigen, dar nu vom mai putea face nimic/nu ne vom mai putea practica meseriile fara mediul hibrid in care ne-am nascut si format ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..gradinile/padurile/mediile de destindere virtuale gen enterprise .. vor fi ..normale .. la fel si cyber-sexul ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..clonarea organelor - cresterea duratei de viata/operatiile estetice care ne vor face sa aratam cam la fel .. vor avea mari implicatii sociale. &lt;br /&gt;toti vom fi casatoriti cu un fotomodel identic cu al celorlalti.. vom fi identici.&lt;br /&gt; ..sau poate ca nu vom vrea sa stam casatoriti 1000 de ani cu aceeasi persoana... &lt;br /&gt;si daca vom trai 1000 de ani ...  pensii? locuri de munca pentru toti? ... si ce fel de munca, daca robotii/cyborgii vor face aproape tot .. chiar si sex profesionist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..hmm .. ce nu vor putea face ei ? sa fie creativi? &lt;br /&gt;probabil artele, stiinta, sporturile, entertaiment-ul vor ramane ..umane.partial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. spunea cineva ca diferenta intre omul de acum si omul viitorului - plin de cipuri si nanoroboti si metale usoare in loc de oase, upgrate-uri de memorie si organe ... va face ca definitia de "uman" sa fie radical schimbata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..iubirea. atractia fizica/intelectuala .. sunt primare. exista in instinctul speciei. deci nu vor disparea...doar vor fi modelate dupa noi forme ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..muzica: cea veche ( deja comupsa :) cantata cu instrumente/efecte noi .. sunete noi. sentimente vechi de cand pamantul, re-cantate, adaptate la contextul vremurilor... variatiuni pe tema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genurile muzicale specifice culturilor geografice, se vor imbina. o combinatie cred productiva... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casele de discuri nu vor mai avea ce vinde. &lt;br /&gt;artistii se vor ocupa singuri de promovare. sau mediile specializate.&lt;br /&gt;castigarea audientei va fi o lupta acerba. tot ce va soca va atrage atentia. &lt;br /&gt;dar oamenii vor avea intotdeauna nevoie si de altceva decat de chestii socante: ca de ex de frumusete. placere. armonie cu starile individuale de moment .. de ceva care sa le aduca aminte de ce se numesc "oameni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu ne vom mai duce la concerte ptr ca hologramele vor aduce concertele la noi in casa. &lt;br /&gt;fara sa apuci loc pe randurile din spate... sau sa auzi prost... &lt;br /&gt;vor canta langa tine, vei putea face zoom, vei putea opri totul ca sa continui mai incolo ... totul langa tine. comod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vom trai in societate, vom fi conectati la ea.&lt;br /&gt;dar fizic posibil izolati in majoritatea timpului.&lt;br /&gt;vom face totusi miscare ptr a nu ni se atrofia membrele.. &lt;br /&gt;ne vom intalni cu cine vrem, cand vrem, virtuali, cu ce chip/personalitate vrem. &lt;br /&gt;aici psihologii vor avea mari probleme .. daca dedublarea de personalitate era considerata o problema ... acum toti o vom face. &lt;br /&gt;vremea lui homo duplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot timpul monitorizati. &lt;br /&gt;probabil filmul " notebook" e cel mai elocvent..&lt;br /&gt;vom implanta automat anumite dexteritati.&lt;br /&gt;vom invata aproape instantaneu .&lt;br /&gt;scolile ..hmm .. profesorii.. hmm... se vor rezuma doar la comunitati care vor decide ce trebuie sa invete specia umana. ce e necesar ptr un nivel minim intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;vor hotara doar care sunt bazele.&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca va creste procentul de intelectuali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e bine ca totusi nu vom uita rasul , plansul, joaca de-a iubitul . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..va urma.candva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-6311769471821004987?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/6311769471821004987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=6311769471821004987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>privind in urma am inteles ca nimic nu a fost accidental in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-am urmat intotdeauna doar instinctul.&lt;br /&gt;toata zestrea daruita in uterom, tot ce am bagat in mine, pe drum, tot ce m-a hranit si m-a infometat, au fost cu un motiv ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce sunt la ora actuala nu e un accident.&lt;br /&gt;hotararile luate au un scop pe care nu l-am inteles deplin la momentul ZERO...&lt;br /&gt;dar le-am acceptat. &lt;br /&gt;ptr ca stiu : liberul arbitru e valabil doar la lucruri marunte, nedecisive.&lt;br /&gt;in rest, toate se intampla cu un scop.&lt;br /&gt;cel putin in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toti oamenii intalniti accidental , la toate intersectiile din viata mea, toate intamplarile aparent nesemnificative, chiar deschiderea unei carti , in humanitas, la o anumita pagina , aparent aleatorie , mi-au dat raspunsuri la probleme care ma macinau de mult timp, m-au tras/dus pe un drum doar banuit, adulmecat cu sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;toate... trebuiau sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;privind in urma inteleg. tabloul de ansamblu prinde contur.&lt;br /&gt;totul e mult mai clar.&lt;br /&gt;iar frica dispare. &lt;br /&gt;acceptarea e mult mai usoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faptul ca SENSUL exista, te motiveaza sa accepti urmatorul respirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inteleg ca nu am fost parasit.&lt;br /&gt;Si merg mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am educat sa gandesc astfel. cred ca e pozitiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuia sa fiu aici, sa fac asta. &lt;br /&gt;trebuia sa ajunga aici sa se impleteasca cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuia sa citesti asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-2122172264630064641?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-466080171461011665</id><published>2008-03-10T00:45:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:32:10.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPRE LIMITE si EVOLUTIE intr-un grup.</title><content type='html'>o perioada ... merge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iti spui ca asta e cheia reusitei: zimtii tai cu zimtii lor sa se toceasca pana cand veti reusi sa va suprapuneti perfect . certuri , tensiuni, cedari , pana cand , intru sfarsit vei reusi sa nu mai reactionezi la fel de dur ca inainte . sau deloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si iti vei spune: acum ne-am obisnuit, ne-am frecat orgoliile pana cand le-am anulat... si  ne-am potrivit. muchie pe muchie. perfect. acum nimic nu ne va mai putea perturba. desparti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iti vei spune ca asta inseamna sa evoluezi. intr-o relatie . sa te macini, sa te freci unul pe celalalt pana cand iti pierzi zimtii. dintii. incisivii. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca e gresit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca sa sa evoluezi trebuie sa te potrivesti cat mai mult, inca de la inceput. &lt;br /&gt;oricat de valorosi ar fi oamenii cu care vrei sa faci ceva, daca gusturile, nivelul intelectual , sensibilitatile , sufletul, micile placeri, lucrurile care te amuza/ te intristeaza  etc. sunt diferite , mai bine .. mai cauta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va merge un timp. functie de arderea interna a fiecarui grup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar cand va trebui sa evoluezi intr-adevar, sa faci MARELE PAS dincolo de propriile-ti limite, aceste diferente te vor bloca. inhiba. dobora. depresii si poate renuntare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nu in ultimul rand .. TIMP irosit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senzatia de neputiinta in fata propriilor limite, sudoarea rece, urletul fiarei ranite din tine, suturile pe care ti le tragi singur ...nevrozele, disperarea ..  autoflagelarea pana la depresie.. &lt;br /&gt;incercarile repetate de a scrie. spuse destul respuse prin oglinda sufletului tau ...de a compune ceva NOU pe cele cateva octave combinate de atatia altii in ultima suta de ani .. incat tie nu ti-au mai ramas ecuatii de rezolvat ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de a reusi sa UITI tot ptr a te reinventa, undeva pe o treapta mai sus .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai nevoie de armonie... pentru a face pasul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vei cauta vina si vinovatii in intamplari.&lt;br /&gt;cand singura cauza e ..doar nepotrivirea inca dintru inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impletirea cat mai perfecta, armonia, fara necesitatea schimbarii celui de langa tine, poate duce la evolutie. plus munca asidua ... altceva nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tocirea zimtilor va duce intru sfarsit la implozia intregului mecanism.&lt;br /&gt;ptr ca zimtii trebuie sa existe. &lt;br /&gt;ca sa te agheti de zimtul urmator al celui de langa tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-466080171461011665?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/466080171461011665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=466080171461011665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/466080171461011665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/466080171461011665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-perioada.html' title='DESPRE LIMITE si EVOLUTIE intr-un grup.'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-1845377733628857555</id><published>2008-03-09T00:54:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:41:13.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 VECHI . 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;03. ULTIMA ZI CU FATzA DE OM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despre ce povestesc aici?&lt;br /&gt;asculta &lt;a href="http://www.buricul.com/sf/BuriculPamantului_UltimaZiCuFataDeOm.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Ultima zi cu fata de om&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dintre toate 11 preferata mea e "ultima zi cu fata de om".&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;multora le place "salut".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"salut" e contemplativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"ultima zi .." indeamna la actiune. ceea ce prefer de multe ori.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;de-aia am atatea semne "de buna purtare" pe corp.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;de-aia am capatat imunitate la suturi. la vorbe . la nascutii jigniti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.. mi-am dorit mult.&lt;br /&gt;de multe ori, noaptea ma visam  pe scena, cu parul lung, cantand...&lt;br /&gt;ma trezeam brusc, in patul rece ,cazon, (de liceu militar si mai apoi de academie ..) plangand. tuns chilug, intotdeauna in spatele unei arme incarcate, invatand sa rabd, sa apar, sa ucid. .. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Visam si ma trezeam plangand. la propriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ACUM .. si de multe ori am senzatia unui deja-vue  ..sunt pe scena.&lt;br /&gt;cant.&lt;br /&gt;visul e realitate.&lt;br /&gt;de multe ori ma intreb daca eu mi-am confectionat un vis sau visul era oricum implantat acolo in neuronii mei,  in uterom .. :( ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;m-am mintit cu un vis si mi-am indeplinit minciuna ..sau ..chiar .. AICI  trebuia sa fiu ? :( ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;habar n-am . si nici nu voi fi vreodata pe deplin convins.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sunt doar intrebari care imi sparg linistea. stabilitatea. .. reusitele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important e ca atingerea lui ma face, pret de secunde marunte, fericit.&lt;br /&gt;iar asta inseamna ca adevarul e  cel putin undeva la mijloc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oricum e o reusita ca inca sunt aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;mai departe ma duc gandurile.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ca pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;nu cer nimic , nu implor. nu urmez ceva. fac ce simt pe moment.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ca si cum ACUM , AICI ar fi ULTIMA zi cu fata de om , data de Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;asta e reteta sa adorm linistit, implinit, zambind : sa ma bucur de fiecare dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;asta e calea : sa traiesc tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;asta e marele pacat: sa nu iubesc tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultima zi cu fatza de om ...o poveste cu relativista: 3 oameni si o singura stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-1845377733628857555?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/1845377733628857555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=1845377733628857555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/1845377733628857555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/1845377733628857555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-vechi-03.html' title='3 VECHI . 03'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-9075079783913085017</id><published>2008-03-09T00:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:54:20.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 VECHI . 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;02. M-AM LASAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vineri.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;la urma urmei ceva/cineva tot trebuie sa fie "ultima/ultimul".&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ultimul iubit./ultimul avortat./ ultima clipa - ultimul respirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ultimul zambet pe care ti l-am adresat inainte de a deveni dusmani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;m-am lasat. cam de toate. dar ultima data de fumat. .. acum 2 saptamani. . greu. foarte greu.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;acum sunt sigur ca NU dependenta de nicotina ne face sa fumam atat. cu siguranta producatorii baga in tigari si "altceva" astfel incat sa fim dependenti 100% ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; m-am lasat si totusi seara, inainte de culcare, fumez DOAR o tigare. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ptr a-mi satisface necesitatea fiziologica de nicotina ajunge o tigare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;si totusi . .. simt ca sunt dependenent si de altceva . .. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ceva ce am bagat in mine fara sa stiu, alaturi de nicotina .. :(  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;asta ma enerveaza la culme. FARA SA STIU??!!&lt;br /&gt;ei uite de-aia nu va mai vreau!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sevraj. nervi. disconfort. seminte. .. creier lichefiat. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;la un moment dat toate motivele pentru care te-ai lasat .. devin puerile. Chiar .. chiar nu imi amintesc de ce m-am lasat .. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.. si scoti o tigare. si te uti la ea. si te uiti in oglinda la tine -  esti de 500 de ori mai mare decat ea. .. si totusi te domina. sunt o fire a naibii. cum sa ma domine pe mine cineva? ceva? !!! si o rup . si imi rod unghiile . si mai caut prin buzunar resturi de seminte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.. o sa termin si cu asta. .. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;si apoi? de ce o sa ma mai las?  :( ..nu sunt perfect. dar ..nu beau., nu mai fumez, nu am timp de femei  .. poi si de ce o sa ma mai las???&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..cartile si filmele science fiction .. Cartarescu si saracul - odihneasca-se-n pace Paler, muzica si grafica ..cam atat mai am.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;va rog.. luati-ma odata cu ele . &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sau lasati-ma asa cum sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;nu va cer sa ma acceptati. nu ma iubiti, nu incercati sa ma schimbati in ceva mai bun. sunt cum vreau. si daca nu ma iubesti asa cum sunt ..cauta-ti altul. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;clar. nu ai nevoie de unul ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;tocmai faceam 13 ani . .. de fumat . o sa traiesc 13 fara si dupa ..voi trage linie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;totusi cafea am voie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;week-end de catifea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-9075079783913085017?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/9075079783913085017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=9075079783913085017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/9075079783913085017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/9075079783913085017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-vechi-02.html' title='3 VECHI . 02'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-2301967139664368317</id><published>2008-03-09T00:06:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:19:48.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 VECHI . 01</title><content type='html'>Acum 1 an si 5 luni am inceput un blog. primul. si ultimul pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;a tinut 3 zile...&lt;br /&gt;dau copy/paste la ce am scris acolo ...&lt;br /&gt;Orice scriu, orice respir fac parte din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Si e bine sa nu imi uit radacinile.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a-mi aminti si maine cine sunt, de unde vin, ca sa stiu incotro trebuie sa ma indrept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asadar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. VINOVAT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am scris ceva acum 10 minute . ceva .. trist.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;atat de trist ca stupidul de server mi-a dat eroare cand am vrut sa postez .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;atat de trist ca nu mai am puterea de a rescrie. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;atat de adevarat incat am defulat si am sters orice urma... .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;despre necesitatea unei jumatati ptr a avea un vinovat. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;nevoia de a da vina pe cineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;slabiciunea nerecunoasterii propriei ratari din nici o vina sau DOAR vina proprie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; necesitatea unei a treia maini care sa iti bata piroanele in palme. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;NEGRUL care trebuie sa existe ptr ca palidul meu ALB sa para viu. puternic. esential. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..despre cerc. si fake. si faza cu "jumatatea perfecta " - momeala plafonarii. automultumirii. trairii impreuna si mortii separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..si frica de schimbare. ptr ca ajungi sa crezi ca " oricum nu te mai suporta nimeni, esti un om dificil" .. frica de a incerca.  frica de a -ti trai viata. de a sarbatori viata. care e una. &lt;br /&gt;frica de a nu pierde putinul iubit. &lt;br /&gt;putina iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farama ta de binisor. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..serverul a dat o eroare. si s-a sters tot . tot ce am plans. tot ce am iubit pret de o clipa. mi-a sters farama de suflet flamand oricum. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mi-e greu sa o iau de la capat. sa recladesc.&lt;br /&gt;ptr ca variantele sunt multe, dar nu infinite. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;la fel ca zilele.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva trebuia sa fie vinovat.&lt;br /&gt;Serverul /  Raiul / sau Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt singurul nevinovat. &lt;br /&gt;clar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-2301967139664368317?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/2301967139664368317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=2301967139664368317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2301967139664368317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/2301967139664368317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/acum-1-si-5-luni-am-inceput-un-blog.html' title='3 VECHI . 01'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080191470296343055.post-3167582612376405953</id><published>2008-03-07T14:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:15:03.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citind Definitia unui strigat - Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am citit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://octavianpaler.ro/poezii/definitia-unui-strigat/" target="_blank" &gt;Paler - Definitia unui strigat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si am simtit nevoia sa scriu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Degeaba mai strigi acum&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Intre noi s-au ridicat&lt;br /&gt;Cartiere de periferie,&lt;br /&gt;Murdare, ticsite cu oameni obositi,&lt;br /&gt;Superficiali, irositi,&lt;br /&gt;Autostrazi supra-aglomerate&lt;br /&gt;De fiare cu claxoane&lt;br /&gt;Cimitire de ore&lt;br /&gt;Cazute la datorie ..&lt;br /&gt;Oameni cu plasme in loc de cap,&lt;br /&gt;Tentatii ce coboara pe sarme..&lt;br /&gt;Politici&lt;br /&gt;Si rauri rosii de stiri senzationale..&lt;/p&gt;Degeaba mai strigi, a trecut clipa.&lt;br /&gt;A crescut intre noi cuvantul nespus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai ruleaza infinit&lt;br /&gt;Genericul filmului mut&lt;br /&gt;Cu litere de-o schioapa&lt;br /&gt;Greu lizibil numele figuratilor&lt;br /&gt;De jos in sus,&lt;br /&gt;Rapid,&lt;br /&gt;Ca povestile lor ,&lt;br /&gt;Identice, generice,&lt;br /&gt;De sus pana jos un continuu respirat&lt;br /&gt;Jos un scancet , sus un oftat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trecut clipa,&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba mai strigi acum&lt;br /&gt;Ti s-a scurs printre degete&lt;br /&gt;Erai prea preocupat&lt;br /&gt;Sa numeri regrete.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Degeaba, a trecut .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeai ca mai ai timp&lt;br /&gt;Si maine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080191470296343055-3167582612376405953?l=bortianu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://octavianpaler.ro/poezii/definitia-unui-strigat/' title='Citind Definitia unui strigat - Octavian Paler'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/feeds/3167582612376405953/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080191470296343055&amp;postID=3167582612376405953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/3167582612376405953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080191470296343055/posts/default/3167582612376405953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bortianu.blogspot.com/2008/03/definitia-unui-strigat-octavian-paler.html' title='Citind Definitia unui strigat - Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Bortianu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479479526553167987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MQnoDkUYWTw/R9WdWLcwsZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4dbuogX4GSs/S220/flatten_BP_copertaCD_fata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
