tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46248002325195861732024-02-08T01:11:09.921+02:00puzzle"We know what we are, but we know not what we may become" William Shakespearecristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-976901705945830312008-11-09T20:08:00.000+02:002008-11-09T20:09:06.410+02:00mein herr<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-90988876173716001382008-11-08T09:35:00.000+02:002008-11-08T09:36:07.743+02:00bulletproof, i wish i was...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsH8psdyA7g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsH8psdyA7g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-31603179293557617362008-10-19T23:54:00.000+03:002008-10-19T23:55:06.133+03:00koop<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/en9i7pcRm4I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/en9i7pcRm4I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-57297794066054157462008-10-19T23:45:00.001+03:002008-10-19T23:51:49.557+03:00strange love<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NreHJ6tixxI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NreHJ6tixxI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-81536723573415668642008-10-08T00:48:00.000+03:002008-10-08T00:49:31.265+03:00Orhideele-simbolul iubirii, luxului si frumusetii.<br /><br />In America centrala si de sud era cunoscuta "orhideea de vanilie", din care se facea o bautura energizanta la care se adauga cacao, si pe seama careia s-a pus rezistenta fizica uimitoare de care au dat dovada razboinicii incasi in lupta cu colonistii europeni. Stramosii nostri le considerau si un simbol al virilitatii si fertilitatii. Astfel, in Grecia si Orientul Mijlociu, floarea era daruita mireselor. Tot grecii sunt cei care au dat numele florii, mai precis Teophrast, in lucrarile sale.<br /><br />Chinezii, inca de pe vremea lui Confucius, numeau orhideele "plantele care au parfum regal"; o descriere foarte frumoasa a impresiei pe care ne-o lasa orhideele este facuta intr-o scriere a lui Confucius, care spune ca "placerea de a revedea, dupa o lunga absenta un prieten drag poate fi comparata cu aceea pe care o simtim cand intram intr-o camera plina de orhidee". In Evul Mediu ele constituiau unul din ingredientele de baza in remediile naturiste; un exemplu curios: era folosita de parinti pentru a decide sexul viitorului copil, astfel ca daca tatal manca o radacina mare de orhidee, copilul avea sa fie baiat. De asemenea, erau considerate a fi plante afrodisiace si astfel deveneau ingredient de baza in potiunile si vrajile de dragoste. In alte parti ale lumii, cum ar fi in Turci si Iran, unele varietati de orhidee cu proprietati halucinogene erau fumate prin narghilea, cu scopul de a declansa viziuni.<br /><br />In vise, orhideele reprezinta aspiratia interioara spre rafinament, bunatate si romantism.<br /><br />orhidee Arlechin, Phalaenopsis<br /><br />Cultura orhideelor a inceput in multe parti ale lumii pe la inceputul secolului al 18-lea. Datorita frumusetii lor neobisnuite si a parfumului imbatator, unii exploratori britanici au adus orhidee din colturi foarte indepartate (pe vremea aceea). Pentru europeni, orhideea era un privilegiu al aristoctratiei si a starnit in mod special admiratia englezilor. Mai mult, intre familiile nobiliare din regatul Marii Britanii a inceput chiar o intrecere pentru detinerea a cat mai numeroase varietati de orhidee, si pentru atingerea acestui scop se organizau expeditii aventuroase si foarte costisitoare in tarile orientale. Ducele de Devonshire a ramas celebru ca cel mai cunoscut "vanator de orhidee"; el a strans din calatoriile sale in Calcutta, India, 86 de specii de orhidee.cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-47093442773105340192008-10-08T00:40:00.000+03:002008-10-08T00:41:21.480+03:00melodia acestor zile<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBU1okBsAuA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBU1okBsAuA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-62728593813523857492008-10-08T00:33:00.000+03:002008-10-08T00:34:45.216+03:00peggy lee<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGb5IweiYG8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGb5IweiYG8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />fever when u hold me ....cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-53807543211676174932008-10-08T00:23:00.003+03:002008-10-08T00:29:49.940+03:006 octombrie 2008 dupa miezul noptii<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiprJTcpuuupJSAZstIcx-_BIZC2zI-U6xrc9627MXeD_7sW_8Tw_Q1Z0tREs0bpMEdscnuI86sifluib8mH0qOyLZ2sJ3FRSm_xymvgVb-rkXeG-cJJLXFN3ThK_0RGirT0xbw3NjvQ8/s1600-h/08102008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiprJTcpuuupJSAZstIcx-_BIZC2zI-U6xrc9627MXeD_7sW_8Tw_Q1Z0tREs0bpMEdscnuI86sifluib8mH0qOyLZ2sJ3FRSm_xymvgVb-rkXeG-cJJLXFN3ThK_0RGirT0xbw3NjvQ8/s320/08102008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254525981162284754" /></a><br /><br />orhideea alba si visul unei nopti de toamna....<br />si totul in jur mirosea a tine...<br /><br />am luat perna alba in brate si mi-am adormit visul...<br /><br />multumesc...sa ascultam impreuna..pentru cei 23 de ani. ha!dyooooooooooooooo<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-31667842640578913442008-09-29T20:45:00.001+03:002008-09-29T20:47:54.600+03:00amintire fara rost de la nastade la nastablog.ro----> frumos <br /><br />Nu-mi amintesc trecutul meu si uneori am impresia ca mi-a gresit<br /><br />Dar nu conteaza<br /><br />O iubesc si stiu ca mi-ar spune. Eu m-am schimbat<br /><br /><br />Poate sunt un om mai bun, poate vei crede la fel<br /><br />Poate iubesc mai mult, poate-am pasit pe drum bun<br /><br />Tu ma vei sti cum voi fi. Eu nicidecum cum am fost<br /><br />Sper doar sa nu-mi devii amintire fara rost<br /><br />Aminteste-mi c-am fost prost<br /><br />Am uitat surasul tau cand iti spuneam: “sub rasul tau<br /><br />Se-ascunde un “te iubesc” al carui ecou sunt eu”<br /><br />Al carui trecut sunt eu? De ce nu-l recunosc?<br /><br />Aminteste-mi ca nu-s prost<br /><br />Si ca tu-mi esti drumul ramas, sa nu uit nici un popas<br /><br />Si fiece atlas sa-mi duca pasii spre al tau glas.<br /><br />Dar aminteste-mi ca pe drum<br /><br />Imi spuneai ca-s prost, ca nu-ti arat ca te iubesc destul<br /><br /><br />Si cand fugeai de-acest “noi”, spunandu-mi mereu ca “sub<br /><br />Cerul tau sunt ploi, de vina-i al meu cuvant”<br /><br />Nu mai cred in trecut. Du-ti pasii te rog departe<br /><br />Nu mai cred in ce uiti, nu-mi place sub Ceru-ti<br /><br /><br />Acum stiu ca n-asculti si ca nu-mi vei aminti<br /><br />Imi voi cladi campii din care sa-mi citesc numai sub soare<br /><br />Trecutul meu plin de umbre surde si rabdare<br /><br />Am uitat si-mi este dor sa<br /><br />Citesc in ochii lor ca vor un bun ramas<br /><br />Incant un suflet gol printr-un viu décor<br /><br />Din perechea lui si surasul ei<br /><br />Din visele ei si adevarul lui<br /><br /><br />Imi este dor sa nu te uit<br /><br /><br />Poate sunt un om nebun, poate vei crede la fel<br /><br />Poate urasc mai mult, poate iti stau in drum<br /><br />Tu ma vei sti cum voi fi. Eu nicidecum cum am fost<br /><br />Sper doar sa nu-mi devii amintire fara rost<br /><br /><br />Aminteste-mi sa nu uit<br /><br />M-ai iertat, dar am gresit placut, ai lacrimat mereu tacut<br /><br />Am vrut s-ascult, dar am uitat, odata cu timpul trecut<br /><br />Tu mi-ai gresit, dar cum?! Am vrut sa uit, sau nu?!<br /><br />Mi-amintesc trecut sub soare, pe campii ce-I dau culoare<br /><br /><br />Dar, nu deslusesc nimic, si-acum, ca iti vad chipul<br /><br />Stiu ca nu mi-ai gresit cu nimic. Sunt sigur.<br /><br />Acum, ia-mi te rog ceasul, vreau sa uit ca timpul trece<br /><br />Ia-mi te rog si glasul, vreau sa nu uit cum se tace<br /><br /><br />Vreau sa-mi spui ce-mi place, in visul tau ma oglindesc<br /><br />Nu-mi pasa ce-am uitat, caci n-am uitat sa te iubesc.<br /><br />Te rugasem ceva sa-mi amintesti …<br /><br />Oricum nu mai conteaza, iubeste-ma ca in povesti<br /><br /><br />Poate sunt un om mai bun, poate vei crede la fel<br /><br />Poate iubesc mai mult, poate-am pasit pe drum bun<br /><br />Tu ma vei sti cum voi fi. Eu nicidecum cum am fost<br /><br />Sper doar sa nu imi devii amintire fara rost<br /><br /><br />Poate sunt un om nebun, poate vei crede la fel<br /><br />Poate urasc mai mult, poate iti stau in drum<br /><br />Tu ma vei sti cum voi fi. Eu nicidecum cum am fost<br /><br />Sper doar sa nu-mi devii amintire fara rostcristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-66809278362150735802008-09-29T20:38:00.002+03:002008-09-29T20:42:01.849+03:00leapsa de la nastatocmai ce am primit o leapsa de la nasta (nastablog.ro)Tre’ sa “Scriu cel putin 5 cuvinte si cel mult 10 care, luate separat sau impreuna, ma reprezinta!”<br /><br />1 l'amour<br />2 toate cuvintele ce au murit sau au nascut giganti <br />3 les amis<br />4 floarea din ghiveci<br />5 zambetcristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-24036788514803943892008-08-30T23:58:00.001+03:002008-08-30T23:58:34.160+03:00Baby Break Dance<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJcwQIpWr-0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" 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cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-27692228845480053542008-08-24T13:37:00.000+03:002008-08-24T13:38:01.738+03:00speechless...charlie in city lights<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xsv4LOHR5o&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xsv4LOHR5o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-32657349386946239602008-08-24T13:34:00.000+03:002008-08-24T13:35:38.314+03:00City lights<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_vqnySNhQ0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed 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value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sj1Asfw7avE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-14542874078549429242008-08-13T21:23:00.002+03:002008-08-13T21:27:27.103+03:00aproape liniste<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wngrv8v8gA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wngrv8v8gA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><timpul actioneaza "coroziv" cu...ele..><br /><br />...si inima mea ca un ceas batand...<br /><br /><br />nu te indeparta<br />nu ma mai lasa <br />singura sa te astep<br />nu te razgandi<br />nu ma ocoli<br />nu mai fugii......cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-37823977761121620762008-08-02T00:15:00.000+03:002008-08-02T00:16:07.089+03:002 august-saturnhttp://creamfields.ro/cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-61012309196942880952008-08-01T23:55:00.003+03:002008-08-02T00:00:40.512+03:00maimuticaDe sus,ascunsa langa cer,<br />Pe creanga unui palmier<br />L-a ascultat intai cu frica, <br />o foarte mica maimutica.<br /><br />Iar el canta, fermecator,<br />Cu glasu-i dulce de tenor....<br /><br />Si ea simti un inceput<br />De sentiment necunoscut,<br />Ceva intre alean si dor,<br />O tulburare, un fior,<br />Acel ceva, profund si mut<br />(In orice caz foarte placut)<br />Pe care il numim amor<span style="font-style:italic;"></span><br /><br /><br />Cartea cu Apolodor<br />Gellu Naumcristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-43308391045050336842008-08-01T23:51:00.001+03:002008-08-01T23:54:55.080+03:00oaia<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRkuIh6xLbI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRkuIh6xLbI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-77382533846764033042008-07-30T20:29:00.000+03:002008-07-30T20:30:19.948+03:00alifantis si andries<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtjBmG2XwNc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtjBmG2XwNc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>cristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624800232519586173.post-3394851729611094782008-07-30T20:03:00.002+03:002008-07-30T20:07:34.628+03:00VOTAT BLISTER BLUEhttp://www.stufstock.com/<br /><br />VOTAT BLISTER BLUE.asa sa faceti si voi!<br /><br />the best sound..the best experience...the best..ISPAS in the orageidacristina cretuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005683397003574146noreply@blogger.com0