tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220039792024-02-28T06:41:34.197+02:00Caught by the torrent of lifeEternally yours...d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-67409995560106340322018-10-22T16:14:00.003+03:002018-10-22T16:15:06.821+03:00The endYou have reached the end of this blog.<br />
Life goes on in other places.<br />
<br />
Some might want to Follow the Black Wolf.<br />
Some might want to learn about Resettting my life.<br />
Some might just go where the Torrent of Life takes them.<br />
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Either way, this is the end of this blog.d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-83674139445408964322018-08-02T14:09:00.001+03:002018-08-02T14:09:57.569+03:00give up / freeFree.<br />
You're free.<br />
I've given up on myself, I'm letting myself go.<br />
Don't fuck it up. It's your best chance. Maybe not your last, but your best.<br />
Now go and be happy.d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-70208321270239362982018-07-13T08:14:00.000+03:002018-07-17T08:25:39.618+03:00darknessThe dark wolf is coming.<br />
It has taken and absorbed all the features of the white wolf and is no longer black, it is dark.<br />
No longer a she or a he, it is an it.<br />
The dark wolf.<br />
<br />
The dark wolf is here.<br />
So go now, fly away.<br />
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<a name='more'></a><br /><br />
<i>There's nothing I can teach you anymore.</i><br />
<i>I've taught you to love without receiving back the same.</i><br />
<i>I've taught you to live without receiving back at all.</i><br />
<i>I can no longer provide you with attention.</i><br />
<i>I can no longer provide you with fun.</i><br />
<i>I can no longer provide you interesting conversations.</i><br />
<i>I can no longer provide you interesting things.</i><br />
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I am no longer a provider, the essence that I've thought was my "mission".<br />
I thought I was the provider, I struggled to be a provider, but I am not.<br />
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The heart has started to harden. The work of the healer has begun.<br />
The green fire is burning the earth, closing up the scars.<br />
All the others have been turned into stone, rock hard earth.<br />
I'm turning this one into jade - it needs too much of the green energy.<br />
The green fire engulfs the mountains.<br />
They're turning to jade.<br />
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The dark wolf is hungry. It's eating the earth alive.<br />
The healer must let go and let herself be eaten, devoured, consumed.<br />
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The secret is not to fight it, but to feed it with itself.<br />
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Give in to the dark wolf.<br />
Let it absorb the green fire.<br />
Let it consume the fire and the healer. And turn into jade from within.<br />
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<i>Go after him. There's so much more he can teach you.</i><br />
<i>There's so much you can teach him.</i><br />
<i>He can help you grow, he always has. </i><br />
<i>You can teach him to dream and to live the dream that you crave.</i><br />
<i>He will be the light on the sea of unknown.</i><br />
<i>You will not need to recite mantras in order to drive fear away.</i><br />
<i>He will take your fears away and turn them into the fiery rose.</i><br />
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Change happens only when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change.<br />
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Don't let go?<br />
That is the only way to survive. There's nothing out here to keep you in chains.<br />
Let go of the feelings.<br />
Let go of the soul.<br />
Let go of the past.<br />
Let go of the heartaches...<br />
Let go of the mind...<br />
Let go...<br />
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...and let myself caught...<br />
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...by the torrent of life...d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-79152442174233672092018-05-15T12:10:00.001+03:002018-05-15T12:10:29.311+03:00want (2)<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>I will be with a woman who wants to make the choice every day to co-create love, respect, trust, support, intimacy and passion.</i></b></span>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-88591271454692836732018-05-03T14:31:00.002+03:002018-05-15T12:10:59.456+03:00want<a name='more'></a>I want to be in a long term, committed, romantic relationship with a woman who shares my values for trust, respect, honesty, affection, appreciation and acceptance.<br />
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I want a relationship with a foundation of mutual admiration and support of each other's dreams and desire to live a full life of achievement, growth and contribution.<br />
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I want a relationship that is playful, fun, adventurous, flirtatious and full of intimacy and passion for each other.d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-49087834424835648812018-04-05T00:28:00.003+03:002018-04-05T00:42:41.155+03:00The day when I died<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That was the day that I died.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The day the white wolf told me he was going to die.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He told me there was no hope for him, but that I shouldn't be afraid.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I cried and I cried and I cried.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All on the inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When he lay down and died, the Black Wolf came and ate him alive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tore open his chest and went for the heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The spark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The qi.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The essence of life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tore out his belly and took out the guts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The shine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The essence of living.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">With a swoosh of the tail she went straight for the eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Pierced them with the scorpion-like stinger at the end of its tail.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So swift, so clean, she took them out before the venom could reach the brain and numb it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Turned them in ruby-colored diamonds and swallowed them whole.</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"><b>I died with the White Wolf that day.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"><b>I died by the Black Wolf that night.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The next day I was surprised to wake up to the licking of a wolf cub.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All white, toes to the ears.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">White tongue, white eyes, yet kind and gentle and serene. And curious as all newborns are.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So playful it went to its mother and licked her face and her ears.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And the blood off her snout.</span></div>
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The last day I called for him. It was no longer a cub, but had already grown into a pup.<br />
Came to me but called on me to follow.<br />
Took me through mountains and valleys and deserts and cold.<br />
Right to the place where his father had died eons ago.<br />
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His mother arrived just in time to see it look at his father's corpse.<br />
<span style="color: white;"><i>And killed him with a powerful bite. </i></span><br />
<i>Right through the spine, close to the head.</i><br />
<i>Clean cut, no blood to be spilled. </i><br />
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<a href="https://www.magic-ville.com/fr/scan_art?imid=31194" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="800" height="234" src="https://www.magic-ville.com/fr/scan_art?imid=31194" width="320" /></a><i><i>How dared he be white as his father.</i></i></div>
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<i><i>How dared he.</i></i></div>
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<i>She was not going to let him live to become her opponent.</i></div>
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<i>Her mate.</i></div>
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<i>Her counterpart.</i><br />
<i>Her eyes turned pearl white, then green, her hairs translucent.</i><br />
<i>Her time has come. </i><br />
<i>The age of Ragnarok. </i><br />
<i>The Time of the Apocalypse.</i><br />
<i>Good doesn't always prevail.</i></div>
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The Bear-Shaman stood silent at the foot of the hill, seated directly on the ground.<br />
S/He could sense the movement of the Earth. The Mutable Earth.<br />
The trembling in the air, before the movement.<br />
His/Her dark red skin around the eyes seemed even darker in the twilight.<br />
The air surrounding him/her started to glow an ethereal green light.<br />
S/He started the low chant of healing.<br />
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<b><span style="color: white;">'The time has come. It is beginning.'</span></b></div>
<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">I see the light in you</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: "Roboto Slab", Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">As you see the light in me</span></i><br />
The marks from the dragon's claws started to glow, since they were not yet fully healed, like the older ones.<br />
A low humming, almost imperceptible to the ear. But touching, rearranging atoms and molecules.<br />
No healing this time.<br />
<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">I see the light in you</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: "Roboto Slab", Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">As you see the light in me</span></i><br />
Just rearranging the cosmic net, both dark and light energy.<br />
The energy of creation, the energy of destruction.<br />
Miniature nuclear bombs going off.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">I see the light in you</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: "Roboto Slab", Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 18px;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">As you see the light in me</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: "Roboto Slab", Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 18px;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "roboto slab" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; font-size: 18px;">You honour me as I honour you.</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She dismounted slowly from her Beast. She wanted to take a last look around the now familiar mountain. The dragon shaped into the Earth. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>The last look over the crevices, over the peaks of the volcano. The smooth slopes of one side, the irregular fractal-like shapes of the other. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She felt she had failed her calling. She felt she had failed to be a dragon breeder. Yet part of her kept saying it was supposed to be like that. She felt it was bad, but things have to be bad so that they become better.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She knew about 'bad'. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She knew the power was inside her to remold everything. Even The Black Wolf.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>The landslide. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She closed her eyes and let herself go.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>She let the torrent of life and death tear everything apart.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> <span style="color: yellow; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Then, she sent the FIRE to purge it all...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do you have what it takes?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do you have what it takes to FOLLOW THE BLACK WOLF?</span><br />
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<b><i>Disclaimer / Inspiration</i></b>: the pictures are copyright of their respective owners, if you consider them not to be appropriate on this blog, please let me know and I will take the links out. It should not be considered "stealing", since all sources are mentioned / linked.<br />
<a href="https://thesevenminds.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/wolf-spirit/" target="_blank">Wolves</a></div>
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<a href="https://darklaela.deviantart.com/art/Bear-shaman-99670701" target="_blank">The Bear Shaman</a></div>
<a href="http://www.artofmtg.com/art/spirit-of-the-hunt/" target="_blank">Spirit of the Hunt</a> / <a href="https://www.magic-ville.com/fr/scan_art?imid=31194" target="_blank">(magic-ville.com)</a><br />
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<a href="https://kinghugin.deviantart.com/art/Lyra-372869266" target="_blank">Scorpion/Manticore Wolf (1) (Lyra)</a><br />
<a href="https://runmare.deviantart.com/art/CLOSED-Volpion-auction-541879534" target="_blank">Scorpion/Manticore Wolf (2) (Volpion)</a><br />
<a href="https://paperiapina.deviantart.com/art/Scorpion-tailed-hound-63139921" target="_blank">Scorpion tailed hound</a></div>
d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-27970241848332839282018-04-05T00:28:00.000+03:002018-04-05T00:28:03.335+03:00April Fools<a href="https://www.keen.com/" target="_blank">Horoscope</a>:<br />
A restless, unsettled feeling sets in today, as someone or something challenges your expectations.<br />
The sun-Mercury conjunction on April 1 sets your intuition free.<br />
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Sometimes accepting is the best way to give. Be gracious and grateful.</div>
Challenging days: 4, 20.<br />
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<a href="https://www.free-tarot-reading.net/" target="_blank">Tarot:</a></div>
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<i><u>Three of Swords</u></i>.<br />
Life brings heartache and sorrow in many forms, and when our heart is breaking it can feel like our whole world is falling apart. </div>
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If you're in a relationship and uncertain of how your partner feels about you, or their actions make you feel insecure and anxious, the 3 of Swords is a warning of impending heartache. It may be wise to let go and move on rather than hoping things will get better. </div>
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If you are already in the midst of heartache, then the 3 of Swords is saying that healing is under way and happier times lay ahead. You may need to consciously choose to grieve for any loss, so your healing process can begin. Perhaps counseling or esoteric healing modalities may work for you.</div>
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<a href="http://astromatrix.org/" target="_blank">Astrology</a>:</div>
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Moon square Natal Sun / 4th April</div>
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Moon conjunct Natal Uranus / 4th April</div>
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Mars inconjunct Natal Venus / 4th-12th April</div>
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Uranus trine Natal Sun / 26th April 2018 - 29th April 2019</div>
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<i><b>Forecast</b></i>:</div>
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<i><u>Aries New Moon / 15th April</u></i></div>
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It's time to clarify what we want to create and take inspired action toward our dreams. Though every New Moon brings an opportunity for rebirth and renewal, this one is supercharged. Not only is it the first New Moon of the astrological new year, it's also conjunct Uranus, planet of revolution, freedom and sudden change.</div>
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<i><u>Scorpio Full Moon / 29th April</u></i></div>
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The Full Moon reveals what we need to release so that we can bring our ambitious dreams to fruition. Scorpio represents the phase in the creative process that looks more like destruction, but ultimately serves new life.</div>
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<i><u>Saturn retrograde in Capricorn / 17th April - 6th September</u></i></div>
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Saturn is the Lord of Karma. Retrograde motion is a time when karma is sorted out. Therefore, Saturn retrograde is a double dose of karma. </div>
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<i><u>Pluto retrograde in Capricorn / 22nd April - 30th September</u></i></div>
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When Pluto goes retrograde it is good to reflect on how we are doing with change and transformation. Transiting Pluto retrograde is a time of reflection about power and control in your life. This is not a time for power tripping, but a time for elimination.</div>
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d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-17160249413269888132018-02-21T12:53:00.000+02:002018-02-21T12:53:32.487+02:00Fangs of the Black Wolf<div style="text-align: center;">
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The Black Wolf is becoming hungrier.<br />
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I've given it my arm to chew upon.</div>
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How much more until it devours me?</div>
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How much longer until it becomes the Elephant in the Room?</div>
d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-90068514049919640662018-02-08T08:10:00.000+02:002018-02-08T08:10:34.492+02:00Untitled<div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GemKqzILV4w" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We'll do it all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Everything</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On our own</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We don't need</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anything</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or anyone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't quite know</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How to say</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How I feel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Those three words</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Are said too much</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">They're not enough</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I need your grace</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To remind me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To find my own</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I lay here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I just lay here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Would you lie with me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And just forget the world?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Forget what we're told</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before we get too old</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[...]</span></div></div>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-89423223795114291092018-02-05T11:53:00.000+02:002018-02-05T11:53:50.595+02:00Dedication / Feb 2018 Addiction<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/98Fqz9YM3Dg" width="560"></iframe></div>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-38308517171294911762018-01-29T08:21:00.000+02:002018-01-29T08:21:06.663+02:00New addiction / Jan 2018<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oJ18op-kVF0" width="560"></iframe></div>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-73051533875969788052018-01-16T12:57:00.006+02:002018-01-16T12:59:57.488+02:00Just a Dream<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bGdhcBrLZcw" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I wanna wake up where your love is</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Cause your love is always waking mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanna break down where your heart gets</div><div style="text-align: center;">So torn it's almost breaking mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanna lay here, lost and bitter</div><div style="text-align: center;">So long, I feel like I could die</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanna tell you what my truth is</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it's buried down inside</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Shining light, show and tell</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't be scared, truth is hell</div><div style="text-align: center;">Down we go, wish me well</div><div style="text-align: center;">No one knows where we fell</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Oh, I had a dream that you couldn't hear me screaming</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to tell you everything but it wouldn't stop you leaving</div>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-33432651389727462132018-01-12T10:42:00.001+02:002018-01-16T13:00:21.734+02:00New addiction<div style="text-align: center;">Wishing this tune would have existed some time ago...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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How many angels are still there?<br />
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I don't wanna find out...d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-7882634615843360212017-07-26T03:30:00.000+03:002018-01-12T10:43:58.621+02:00The Daimōns are coming...<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KnLNG0WnGsI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-3946707607384589162017-07-17T14:55:00.000+03:002018-01-12T10:44:17.891+02:00Meta-morfozeCum pot impartasi?<br />
De ce vrei sa stii cine am fost,<br />
Ce cauti in trecut?<br />
Cu ce ajuta viitorul?<br />
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Ce conteaza ce a simtit constructorul care a pus pietrele din temelia castelului?<br />
Cati il admira? <br />
Cati se opresc sa-l vada?<br />
Si dintre ei, cati isi doresc sa-l demonteze caramida cu caramida?<br />
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Padurea e padure gratie copacilor, dar padurea-i tot padure chiar si cand unul dintre copaci cade la pamant.<br />
Castelul e frumos asa cu muschi si licheni crescuti pe blocurile de piatra.<br />
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Padurea nu-i padure chiar de-i cad copacii?<br />
Castelul nu-i castel chiar daca-i cresc muschi si licheni pe pietre?<br />
Linia-i o linie oricat de multe puncte are.<br />
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Sa aspiri la stele se spune ca-i o chestie mareata,<br />
Dar sa aspiri la fiecare-n parte, oare nu-i degeaba?<br />
Cand viata noastra nu e decat un fir de ata?<br />
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La ce ajuta oare<br />
Sa stii cum creste fiecare <br />
Fibra de lemn din rama <br />
Monalisei, <br />
Ori cum se-asaza pietrele din rau?<br />
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Ce au simtit, ce au trait, cand apa <br />
Le-a smuls din munte si-a umplut groapa<br />
Cum a vrut ea?<br />
Una mai mica, una mai mare, una alba, una fara culoare...<br />
<br />
Sa cerni fiece bob de nisip<br />
E o treaba de clepsidra.<br />
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Trecutul e definitoriu pentru ceea ce sunt.<br />
Prezentul, pentru ce vom fi.<br />
Sa intelegi trecutul te-ajuta sa gandesti viitorul,<br />
Dar daca te opresti sa numeri doar, grauntele de grau, <br />
D-apai sa te gandesti ce gaina le-a mancat, <br />
Ma tem ca ramane doar clepsidra sa numere statornic<br />
Nimic.<br />
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Si chiar crezi ca intelegi, <br />
Cand singurii carora te deschizi, <br />
Dornica de a impartasi, de a gasi intelegere, ori aprobare<br />
Sunt doar straini, prieteni de-o zi?<br />
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Linia nu-i doar o suma de puncte, <br />
Asa cum rama Monalisei nu-i doar o adunatura de fibre de lemn acoperite cu ipsos<br />
Nici eu nu sunt eu demontat in bucatele, indiferent de cine si cum le-a pus acolo.<br />
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Esti vrednica de increderea mintii mele, <br />
De atentia corpului meu, de caldura mainilor mele, si de mirosul lor de paine.<br />
De mine, asa cum sunt, castel cu multe incaperi.<br />
Doar nu-ncerca, de-o usa e inchisa, sa dai fiecare caramida la o parte. Sa ciocani e mult mai la-ndemana.<br />
S-apoi, zidul prabusit, nu mai e zid.<br />
Padurea in care toti copacii au murit, nu mai e padure.<br />
Iar Monalisa nu mai e nimic, de-i scoti fiecare rand din tesatura.d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-35511227940681944372015-12-21T11:09:00.000+02:002015-12-21T11:09:03.253+02:001.05<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hell yeah!</div>
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VERY, VERY SOON...<br />
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d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-20283105430492915862012-10-05T21:28:00.003+03:002012-10-05T21:31:49.158+03:00GR Review: Slipstream by Michael Offutt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13634228-slipstream" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1336169751l/13634228.jpg" width="133" /></a><em>I have recently received <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13634228-slipstream" target="_blank">Michael Offutt's Slipstream</a> as a free <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/" target="_blank">Giveaway on GoodReads First Read</a></em><br />
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I've never been good at introductions, so I'll just cut to the chase...<br />
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Michael's debut novel looks like a very good promise for future writings.<br />
There are quite some features that he combined successfully in turning a nice story, like, and not stopping at, good overall pacing of the action, building the tension, building like-able characters, creating a deep dystopic world, and so on.<br />
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There are also a couple of ideas that didn't quite catch on me, and a few things that I really didn't like. Nevertheless, overall it was a pleasant read.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>To get into detail, let's see now...<br />
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<i>Setting</i><br />
Personally, I would have liked a bit of more world building. The worlds described have been quite thoroughly imagined, but the writer gives only the minimum needed to keep up with the action. Imagine a tree, and imagine you are going along the trunk, up to the top. That's nice and effective, but the tree may have a lot of branches on the sides, and some of them might seem interesting.</div><br />
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<i>Characters</i><br />
On this bit I would say I didn't find the characters to have been built as complex as I had hoped. Especially regarding the abilities they're endowed with. The "explanation" that comes near the end of the novel does come in handy and clarifies parts of the unknown, but I love books that make me feel the characters and relate to them. That I didn't feel. In spite of interesting romances presented in quite a clear and "romantic" way (they're romances, right? :D), the characters seemed cold and at times, impersonal...<br />
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<i>Action</i><br />
The action is great. I did have a hard time connecting ice-hockey and world-saving in one piece, but it seems to work. What bothered me about pacing is that it is quite uneven. There are pages where the actions are "loud and clear", with great kinematic descriptions, but there are also pages where things happen in three words. I am thinking now of the scene where some of the characters go to the Undercity and have a nice discovery. I'd say a couple more pages about getting there would have been perfect.<br />
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<i>Subject</i><br />
As I said before, I had a bit of a problem putting together ice-hockey and world-saving. Partly because of the amount of drugs implied (and it's a lot), partly because sports? and Schroedinger's cat? Together?? (as some other reviewer mentioned). More, the "science" behind the slipstream is a bit too conceptual, too simplistic, although, again, quite effective. Some more information on this would have made me give the book four stars, actually...<br />
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<i>Things I really didn't like</i><br />
I hate name-dropping. I don't care Jordan's listening to Eminem's last album. Or whatever. And that doesn't count in character complexity either. And I really don't give a damn if he's eating out at Chuck E Cheese or whatever that's called or not. Probably the author wanted to give the "real" Earth an earthly tone. Whatever (third time I'm using the word. By number five I would've dropped the book). And the endless description of the laces on "insert character name"'s shoes in the morning......... C'mon, there's a full page describing a regular, day-to-day outfit, and on the next three lines the character's moved out, crossed the entire city by car, gone underground and made a discovery that's about to turn around the whole action?<br />
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Then, there are ideas that seem sooooo familiar.... I mean, the actions that take place in some of the buildings have Matrix written all over them. Half of the action I had Matrix going on in my head. It was nice (great even), but... Sometimes the resolvings come tooooo close to <em>deus-ex-machina</em>.<br />
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Now, to end with a positive attitude, because, let's face it, I've been going on and on about improvements needed, there's one thing that stuck with me and I really enjoy it. In a way, it also explains a bit all the things I didn't like and turns them into something promising.<br />
The whole novel, for me, has manga/anime written all over it. If I were a writer and I wanted to write a novel after a comic book, Slipstream would be the most probable outcome. You wouldn't have a constant pace throughout the action; you wouldn't have the entire world described; you'd have to come reeeeal close to <em>deus-ex-machina</em>-esque resolvings and you'd probably have a drawing of a character's day-to-day's outfit's shoe-lace...<br />
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That's what Slipstream feels to me: a comic book turned into a novel.<br />
With sports, AI's and angels, drugs and world-saving.<br />
Yes, I liked it and I want to read the sequel.<br />
Michael, mission accomplished.</div>d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-15342751380658406342012-09-28T22:52:00.001+03:002012-09-28T22:52:44.506+03:00Circul continua. Painea cand o sa vina?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dan Dobos, Norman Spinrad, mare dreptate ati avut in viziunile voastre.<br />
In Romania, urmeaza DEMNET.</div>
d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-25001222898203991082012-09-14T14:01:00.000+03:002012-09-15T11:28:55.849+03:00Despre cum sa-ti faci antireclama<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Am mici indoieli, dar cred ca ne este specific noua, romanilor...<br />
E vorba de o firma de curierat, o sa incerc sa nu dau nume...<br />
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Situatie: se strica o componenta a unui utilaj.<br />
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O piesa critica, ce nu poate fi reparata, doar inlocuita. Nu suficient de importanta, pentru ca nu ai una in magazie, pentru astfel de urgente (dar asta e alta discutie). Booon, discuti cu producatorul sau furnizorul. E in Germania. Poate fi pregatita a doua zi si trimisa. Prin curier rapid international, ca sa ajunga repede.<br />
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Context: e vineri. Curierul nu are transporturi aeriene proprii din Germania in Romania, care sa plece vinerea si sa aterizeze tot vineri sau sambata cel tarziu. Sa aterizeze in Romania, adicatelea. Avioanele lor de vinerea pleaca din Germania, fac escala prin alta tara. Iar luni ajung in Romania. Curier rapid, international, cu servicii de gen express, door-to-door, sau cum s-or numi, ca nu le cunosc.<br />
Si totusi, noi avem nevoie de piesa sambata.<br />
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Rezolvare: "nu se poate. Nu avem aeronave care sa vina sambata, nu putem livra sambata."<br />
Bun, luam legatura cu producatorul, vorbeste si el cu aceeasi companie, sediul din Germania. Asteapta o confirmare oficiala, dar in principiu curierul ii lasa de inteles ca se poate prelua pachetul vineri si livra sambata. Sun din nou in Romania. "Nu avem cum. Nu are cine sa preia pachetul si sa il aduca maine dimineata.... [dupa ceva pauza si ceva insistente] ... eventual va dau o adresa de mail, ca numar de telefon nu am, de la colegii de la servicii express (sau speciale, sau nu mai stiu cum le-a zis), poate au ei vreo posibilitate pe vreo cursa comerciala, ca noi nu avem aeronave care sa plece azi si sa aterizeze maine in Romania".<br />
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Ete na. Servicii speciale. Hmm... Trimit mail, primesc raspuns aproape imediat. Cer detalii, pentru a cauta o solutie. Intre timp, partenerul german a rezolvat problema. Cu aceeasi companie. Probabil tot cu acele servicii speciale (parca ar fi un film cu James Bond). Numai ca ai lor au stiut de la inceput ca pot scoate mai multi bani de la noi, ca e nevoie de un "transport special". Sau urgent, sau cum vreti voi sa ii ziceti. Ai nostri stiu doar ca nu se poate.<br />
Pana sa imi raspunda serviciile secret-speciale din Romania, neamtul a si predat pachetul. Nu imi da AWB, ca e o cursa comerciala. Dar maine dimineata e pachetul la usa.<br />
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Concluzia? E simplu. Ai lor stiu sa faca o treaba, ai nostri nu. Ai lor stiu ca "yes, we can", ai nostri nu.<br />
Nah, ca <a href="http://www.demotivatingposters.com/funny-demotivational-posters-2/sure-we-cant/" target="_blank">m-a scapat gura pe dinainte si acum stiti si de cine e vorba...</a><br />
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<i>LATER EDIT:</i><br />
<i>Ai dracu' nemti germanii astia. Au zis ca la 8 ajunge pachetul. La 7:50 eram sunat pentru preluare. </i></div>
d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-8986006489110661442012-08-23T21:55:00.000+03:002012-08-23T21:56:12.619+03:003.0 version update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
no, it's not about the blog.<br />
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and yes, it happened 30 years ago...<br />
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some fulfillments:<br />
- married<br />
- two gorgeous daughters<br />
- delivering own baby<br />
- driving own car<br />
- having a roof above the head<br />
- having an acceptable-paid job<br />
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some quick-mind* resolutions:<br />
- watch the children grow<br />
- have my own running business in two years<br />
- have a highly profitable own business in five years<br />
- change the roof above the head<br />
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* two-beers-on-board-mind, that is... :)</div>
d.orinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14650881706111346730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22003979.post-70300807992706882672012-08-15T15:14:00.002+03:002012-08-15T15:20:59.614+03:00Eu cand vreau sa ma nasc, ma nasc!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
sau <i>Cronica unei Nasteri Neanuntate!</i><br />
sau <i>L'Incontro di Miruna</i><br />
sau... <i>ROAARRR!</i><br />
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<i>Acum vreo cateva saptamani planuiam sa public o postare cu numele "pe ultima suta de metri". Ne pregateam de venirea Mirunei, dar ea <a href="http://xelomon.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/se-anunta-miruna/">tot nepregatiti ne-a prins</a>.</i><br />
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<i>Vineri, 3 august, dimineata (8:30 - 9:00) - apar primele contractii. Plec de la serviciu, dar am timp sa fac unele cumparaturi. Doctorul spune sa mergem la spital, pentru ca mai sta o ora si apoi iese din garda.</i><br />
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<i>aproximativ 11:00 - ne viziteaza o doula. Mamica inca nu e gata sa nasca. Ne linistim, hotaram sa nu mergem la spital. Ba mai mult, ni se face foame, si, pentru ca mancarea comandata acasa ajunge de obicei prea tarziu, decidem sa mergem la <a href="http://titan.lincontro.ro/?p=index" target="_blank">L'Incontro</a>, in apropiere.</i><br />
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<i>13:00 - am dat comanda. Vine limonada (sunt cu masina, deh). Si contractii puternice si destul de dese.</i><br />
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<i>13:16 - s-a rupt apa. Anulez comanda, platesc limonada si plecam spre casa. "Va chemam ambulanta?" "Nu e nevoie, suntem cu masina, ne indreptam spre spital". Dar mai intai trecem pe acasa, ca sa luam bagajul.</i><br />
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<i>13:30 - contractiile sunt foarte puternice, dese si de lunga durata. Vorbim cu doula sa ne astepte la spital.</i><br />
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<i>13:44 - nu avem cum sa ajungem la spital de unii singuri. Apelez 112 si asteptam ambulanta.</i><br />
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<i>13:50 - Miruna vrea sa se nasca, dar mami ar prefera sa nu se intample acasa. Doula ma sfatuieste sa iau totusi niste cearsafuri curate si sa le intind pe pat. Ambulanta nu mai ajunge odata? Cand a fost la Irina, am asteptat 10 minute in strada, ca nu gaseau adresa. Nu mai am timp sa il sun pe doctor.</i><br />
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<i>13:55 - Sigur nastem acasa, si mami nu ar trebui sa se mai opuna asa mult. Doula ma tine lucid la telefon, vorbeste si cu mami, intre contractii. Ambulanta inca nu se vede. Iar au gresit adresa? Semnele pe care mi le-au lasat unghiile lui mami in mana o sa tina cateva zile...</i><br />
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<i>Ah, ba da, uite ceva printre frunze. Se aud voci, intrebari jos in fata blocului. Deschid geamul si strig sa urce la 6. Nu o mai tin pe mami de mana. Se vede capul copilului. "Cum este pozitionat? Se vede parul? La o contractie o sa iasa capul, apoi umerii..." Aud franturi de sfaturi in telefon. La o contractie iese capul. Exact cum ar fi trebuit sa ma astept, cu fata "in jos". Ma sperii putin cand pun mana sa il prind, ii ating nasucul si obrajii. Urmatoarea contractie elibereaza umerii si apoi bebe aterizeaza pe mana mea. Sunt plin de sange si lichid amniotic? pana la cot, dar nu mai conteaza. Imi tin fetita in brate si ea incepe sa miorlaie. Trage pentru prima data aer in piept. "Pune-o pe burtica lui mami". O tin cu ambele maini de subsuori si ii sprijin capul. O pun pe burtica lui mami si aud liftul.</i><br />
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<i>14:05 Ma indrept spre usa, o deschid si ii las pe cei de pe ambulanta sa intre. Ma duc sa ma spal pe maini si inca nu realizez ca am nascut. De cordonul ombilical se ocupa cei de pe ambulanta. Plecam spre spital, sa ne asiguram ca e totul in regula...</i><br />
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