tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77533414180806047182024-02-20T00:25:31.208-08:00LIFE , FRIENDS AND ROSESGRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-40830749137100665762011-02-19T03:02:00.000-08:002011-02-19T03:04:32.328-08:00DRAGOBETE<p><b>Dragobete</b> is a traditional <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian" title="Romanian">Romanian</a> holiday, celebrated on February 24. Dragobete was the son of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_Dochia" title="Baba Dochia">Baba Dochia</a>.</p> <p>The day is known as "the day when the birds are betrothed". It is around this time that the birds begin to build their nests and mate. On this day, considered locally the first day of spring, boys and girls gather vernal flowers and sing together. Maidens used to collect the snow that still lies on the ground in many villages and then melt it, using the water in magic potions throughout the rest of the year. Those who take part in Dragobete customs are supposed to be protected from illness, especially fevers, for the rest of the year. If the weather allows, girls and boys pick <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowdrop" title="Snowdrop" class="mw-redirect">snowdrops</a> or other early spring plants for the person they are courting. In Romania, Dragobete is known as a day for lovers, rather like Valentine's Day.</p> <p>It is a common belief in some parts of Romania that, during this celebration, if you step over your partner's foot, you will have the dominant role in your relationship. Dragobete customs vary from region to region.</p> <p>In neighbouring <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulgaria" title="Bulgaria">Bulgaria</a>, the custom of stepping over one's partner's feet traditionally takes place during weddings, and with the same purpose, but it is not believed to be connected to Dragobete.</p>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-73142112294183490712011-01-07T11:01:00.000-08:002011-01-07T11:02:52.619-08:00Reason to smile<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> How can one smile such sweet smiles,<br />When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,<br />How can I smile the same smiles,<br />When life brings me nothing but tears,<br />I wondered for so long,<br />What reason you had to smile that long,<br />To keep smiling though troubles come,<br />And still remain sweet and silently overcome,<br />It's such a mystery to me,<br />Your smiles from heaven with glee,<br />I adore and yet envy thee,<br />But I'd rather you smile those at me,<br />I feel happy when I see you smile,<br />Even if I'm sad and lonely,<br />Your smiles bring me somewhere,<br />I don't even know where,<br />But it was you,<br />You gave me the reason to smile,<br />To smile with no reason,<br />To smile for a smile,<br />I guess life is just like that,<br />We need not a reason to smile,<br />For a smile is the reason itself,<br />To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,<br />I learned to smile because of you,<br />Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,<br />It proves how well and powerful,<br />A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,<br />Smile for the sake of a smile,<br />Smile for the sake of happiness,<br />Smile for the sake of life,<br />Smile because of hope left in life,<br />Smile my friends,<br />Smile for me my Love,<br />Smile those same sweet smiles,<br /><br />Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove... <br /> </span>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-52228059609020606972011-01-07T10:57:00.000-08:002011-01-07T10:59:06.658-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HPVsDwJb-Q9ytrGvG5oE9X7sSbDrrE1ymbwphf93kOyj_ZDvi9R-F1I2gHoISvyNrDH_41iDA7-5pD3PdpMBBmN6gVn4Mgc7ygG-ut_gMM96AjJKbIf7EDqlv-WazDQZNXoa2IzrD-9K/s1600/poza.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HPVsDwJb-Q9ytrGvG5oE9X7sSbDrrE1ymbwphf93kOyj_ZDvi9R-F1I2gHoISvyNrDH_41iDA7-5pD3PdpMBBmN6gVn4Mgc7ygG-ut_gMM96AjJKbIf7EDqlv-WazDQZNXoa2IzrD-9K/s320/poza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559520285640507634" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-13888417227255271512010-08-07T10:34:00.000-07:002010-08-07T10:37:00.361-07:00FOR A DEAR SMILE !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04VHmBbbroDzhj9oGgMDZSyIdzFMtWIa_FmUU4a20I_MvwTCMKsmGVeqWrEmBvKl2Zy03zih2mNnb0l3rgxaqtlWWj_SM19ohtuM7oXNA1ejIa1S4DfUCDRR7RSGGvahuTRvw2AV1Q9jR/s1600/garden+and+dogs+052.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04VHmBbbroDzhj9oGgMDZSyIdzFMtWIa_FmUU4a20I_MvwTCMKsmGVeqWrEmBvKl2Zy03zih2mNnb0l3rgxaqtlWWj_SM19ohtuM7oXNA1ejIa1S4DfUCDRR7RSGGvahuTRvw2AV1Q9jR/s320/garden+and+dogs+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502722851169109890" border="0" /></a><br />Because existence can become severe<br />in one day,<br />just sense me and I'll be there.<br />In the minds eye,<br />I'm not so far away.<br />If you hold out your hand,<br />in the whispers,<br />I'll become the zephyr.<br />and besiege you.<br />If your eye's upon the stars,<br />in the crystalline darkness,<br />I'll become the moon.<br />And the light shall guide you.<br />If you rest upon the ground,<br />in the warmth,<br />I'll become the grass.<br />And embrace you.<br />If you turn outside,<br />in the wetness,<br />I'll become the rain.<br />An upon your forehead, kiss you.<br />If you free the air,<br />in the light of day,<br />I'll become the sun.<br />And smile for you.<br /><br />Between the miles-<br />if you need me.<br />If you need a friend.<br />Let me be the friend, I want to be. <br /><br />(Thank you for this lovely smile )GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-34036722070575181562010-08-07T09:57:00.000-07:002010-08-07T10:04:47.300-07:00BRIDGES JOIN LIVES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcBSwPNPXr-Z9wD8DUcyQ43evxFDxwJdPIYOg1sfrlg86Ri35xxBN5A12ONItbKKlofFanD2vBu7c-3o0qR-LqnVVgMWHeykUi5ruuPiINKESgMDSIf_c3Le9OpFANjpJ2T4Yp4LWLu3x/s1600/moreton+gardens+049.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcBSwPNPXr-Z9wD8DUcyQ43evxFDxwJdPIYOg1sfrlg86Ri35xxBN5A12ONItbKKlofFanD2vBu7c-3o0qR-LqnVVgMWHeykUi5ruuPiINKESgMDSIf_c3Le9OpFANjpJ2T4Yp4LWLu3x/s320/moreton+gardens+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502713491363871538" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/build_bridges_instead_of_walls_and_you_will_have/298089.html">Build <b>bridges</b> instead of walls and you will have a friend.</a>”</span><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/words_build_bridges_into_unexplored_regions/221303.html">Words build <b>bridges</b> into unexplored regions.</a>”</span><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/politicians_are_the_same_all_over-they_promise_to/8169.html">Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build <b>bridges</b> even when there are no rivers.</a>”</span><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/being_nice_is_one_of_many_bridges_on_the_road_to/153534.html">Being nice is one of many <b>bridges</b> on the road to Happiness.</a>”</span><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/love_builds_bridges_where_there_are_none/224828.html">Love builds <b>bridges</b> where there are none.</a>”</span><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/never_burn_your_bridges_till_you_come_to/178975.html">Never burn your <b>bridges</b> till you come to them</a>”</span>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-65898018923013132112010-08-07T09:23:00.000-07:002010-08-07T09:39:44.256-07:00My puppy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKj0lg8kxsVSi7ljGu1J63AuHzlNuK2uDK1oQdXfvQ0OgICe7hclD0CYxixN5rnRRVpDlBoerYQcAl_ylZdF5IYVs4qqVXZo28G6Uu4UJrehgtp5jrTAYKIEZ-z3fvu63W6KQ3dt0SK1b/s1600/garden+and+dogs+036.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKj0lg8kxsVSi7ljGu1J63AuHzlNuK2uDK1oQdXfvQ0OgICe7hclD0CYxixN5rnRRVpDlBoerYQcAl_ylZdF5IYVs4qqVXZo28G6Uu4UJrehgtp5jrTAYKIEZ-z3fvu63W6KQ3dt0SK1b/s320/garden+and+dogs+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502704729942538146" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Now I lay me down to sleep,</p><p>The king-size bed is soft and deep..<br /></p><p>I sleep right in the center groove</p><p>My human being can hardly move!</p><p>I've trapped his legs, he's tucked in tight<br /></p><p>And here is where I pass the night<br /></p><p>No one disturbs me or dares intrude<br /></p><p>Till morning comes and "I want food!"<br /></p><p>I sneak up slowly to begin<br /></p><p>my nibbles on my human's chin.<br /></p><p>He wakes up quickly,<br /></p><p>I have sharp teeth-<br /></p><p>I'm a puppy, don't you see?<br /></p><p>For the morning's here<br /></p><p>and it's time to play<br /></p><p>I always seem to get my way.<br /></p><p>So thank you Lord for giving me<br /></p><p>This human person that I see.<br /></p><p>The one who hugs and holds me tight<br /></p>And shares his bed with me at night!<br /><br />(for Mike and his puppies )GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-51178910298497607822010-05-31T09:52:00.000-07:002010-05-31T10:00:47.533-07:00My Dear Child -The International Children's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ELvAL-ZxBRfRj63IrOMjHqyW86XYOiSUBRoKQTOX0lrW4tJR3JECwqEpreis_3pUy2AuufBNzJe3ecrV-PVB9jQhQPxbGug3MHqKcb8FgIjyNqTsNZfoYAJB-mQAcMhNSmsDgSCzGKpC/s1600/IMG_2991.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ELvAL-ZxBRfRj63IrOMjHqyW86XYOiSUBRoKQTOX0lrW4tJR3JECwqEpreis_3pUy2AuufBNzJe3ecrV-PVB9jQhQPxbGug3MHqKcb8FgIjyNqTsNZfoYAJB-mQAcMhNSmsDgSCzGKpC/s320/IMG_2991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477478514420080338" border="0" /></a><br />If I could I would remove all your fears<br />If I could I would remove all your tears<br />If I could I would make life painless<br />If I could I would give you all your courage<br /><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;" id="TixyyLink"><br /></div>Like a deck of cards you must learn to deal with life as it is dealt<br />You must hold your chin up and walk tall<br />Let no one ever force you to be shorter than you really are<br />Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you<br /><br />If I could I would remove all your fears<br />If I could I would remove all your tears<br />If I could I would make life painless<br />If I could I would give you all your courageI will always be by your side even if you can’t see me <br /><br />I will always be in your heart even if you can’t feel me <br />Listen in the wind and you will hear my whispers and feel my hand<br />Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you<br /><br />If I could I would remove all your fears<br />If I could I would remove all your tears<br />If I could I would make life painless<br />If I could I would give you all your courage<br /><br />My child you are so a very big part of me<br />I feel when you are sad, hurt when you are hurt, and smile when you smile<br />As years move on and so will you<br />Remember my love, Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;" id="TixyyLink"><br /><br /></div>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-52665480315255303612010-04-30T22:08:00.001-07:002010-04-30T22:15:32.386-07:00The 1st of May<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpUfDyzK07Y0Kyk2cIPhnCTkQ00Ujm2m_G-xuBKNEMTUGO0479PVI1LwVY9pB422YWqxyuBvuMOTEn89mKb_ozkbk6DQ_7gD5YFzUuzmS3Qzqnt77NnHZade5NzvqfYGwX90LeX5F7MDi/s1600/me2IMG_0044.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpUfDyzK07Y0Kyk2cIPhnCTkQ00Ujm2m_G-xuBKNEMTUGO0479PVI1LwVY9pB422YWqxyuBvuMOTEn89mKb_ozkbk6DQ_7gD5YFzUuzmS3Qzqnt77NnHZade5NzvqfYGwX90LeX5F7MDi/s320/me2IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466164436012283154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"><b>"Winds of May, that dance on the sea,<br />Dancing a ring-around in glee<br />From furrow to furrow, while overhead<br />The foam flies up to be garlanded,<br />In silvery arches spanning the air,<br />Saw you my true love anywhere?<br />Welladay! Welladay!<br />For the winds of May!<br />Love is unhappy when love is away!"</b></span>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-6603886713860313662010-03-16T10:58:00.000-07:002010-03-16T11:02:28.966-07:00MAINTENANT JE SAIS - NOW I KNOW<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5NzD3W-iT6ikc52PaN-PGdQtL7j6bjOZCimKYtQdcBV_JB-ZYvZuyZ1UGRr_J-vIlx6FPt98nKAHWCxY8Bw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-7504880500866312922010-03-14T05:16:00.001-07:002010-03-14T05:17:18.464-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d0IBkiB9vaS7HkL9Qmvwsiw6RSdNve40ENqfKQIClIdbUytBYlYJ-CT5iBkAhENchz0sXB-zShDDeZVu8kVXsPXMPJUgj2PSFL_p4Tt98rvzAQ1Ry-xVfVC0X_efYtPapWbE5B2bR3Vd/s1600-h/DSCF1722.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2g92rDJTCnxfSKj94P3WlLB5bYnnNeiDFypAQvPI4Z274Jm68-Fq1PSvbTXvZlWFyMXOwqjBjJ5VIVwmRjCYhOgfKNMVlzBBO9jHW4kLqY4A3-DrxGu_hKnWqhvocgSs7VVnvZFpxOFG/s320/DSCF1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448461958844915090" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-2031290805642464152010-03-14T04:45:00.000-07:002010-03-14T05:08:29.996-07:00Fleur de cerisierUne femme triste erre les bords de l'etang.Elle se voit jeune encore,mais sans joie,sans espoir,car elle n'a pas d'enfant.<br />Elle implore Kwannon,la Divine Bonte;elle allume un cierge et depose une poupee en offrande ,symbole du desir de son coeur.Et bientot elle sent battre les flots de la vie dans son sein.Un fils,plus beau que la fleur du cerisier,lui sourit au printemps.Sa vie n'est plus qu'un nid harmonieux ou gazouille un oiseau.Un petit etre adore qui rit,qui court,qui joue.C'est elle qui lui dit en jouant,en chantant ,les graves lecons de l'Empire des Dieux,du Japon venere.<br />Et l'enfant apprends bien.Il fait l'orgueil de sa mere.Mais du fond des plaines sombres et glaciales un souffle de mort parvient jusqu'aux iles fleuries du Japon.Le Dragon herisse de pisques et le lances avance vers les bords de la mer du Japon.Mais l'enfant du Japon, frele et legere fleur,saura bien resister.<br />Le jeune garcon monte vers le temple de Kwannon,aupres de sa mere,qui,fiere,ne verse pas une larme.Il allume un cierge et il sort sur la haute terrasse jeter un regard sur l'etang et la ville.C'est l'epoque des cerisiers.Une belle fleur de cerisier rose vient de tomber a ses pieds.Il la ramasse et sourit:"Ma mere , c'est bon signe!Moi aussi je tomberai sans etre fane,comme cette fleur".<br />Et il part defendre sa patrie cherie.Sa mere ne l'a plue revu.<br />Chaque printemps,au Japon,les cerisiers sont en fleurs,fleurs toujours pretes a tomber sans etre fanees.<br />Un petale de ces fleurs est entre dans mon coeur.C'est pourquoi j'ai pu dechiffrer les signes et le mystere de la renaissance est devenu tranparent.GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-84143489756633512912010-03-14T04:42:00.000-07:002010-03-14T04:44:28.779-07:00JAPAN IN SPRING<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlVjOEOmDd7oPeVb1tNrO_sTjDgAUI-a-bt1GUu1tyyCqWQ8Gj3VwMMUrldTLQ9F3Srb2GTG15WbrMUu6hic5sDg3xWp2hHR6jO5IQwCWMt5Y7u53D50UIWAf-TceY6iF5g8yyLbP9mdc/s1600-h/DSCF1688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> The first red rose<br />Sent out of season<br />The second red rose<br />Sent for no reason<br />The third red rose<br />Sent for happiness and health<br />The fourth red rose<br />Sent for gaining life's wealth<br />The fifth red rose<br />Sent for gaining new friends<br />The sixth red rose<br />Sent for guiding you through life's bends<br />The seventh red rose<br />Sent for praying you never tire<br />The eighth red rose<br />Sent for giving you all of your desire's<br />The ninth red rose<br />Sent for your happiness in love<br />The tenth red rose<br />Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove<br />The eleventh red rose<br />Sent for igniting passion and fire<br />The twelve red rose<br />Sent for hoping I'm your desire<br />And................................................ </span>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-81349806086668194742010-02-22T10:46:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:47:58.509-08:00A BEST FRIENDA best friend<br /> is always there,<br /> whether you need advice,<br /> or a pep talk,<br /> or even a shoulder to cry on.<br /> A best friend<br /> listens with her heart<br /> and is always honest with you,<br /> even though the truth<br /> may not be<br /> what you want to hear.<br /> A best friend<br /> knows all your secrets,<br /> understands your fears<br /> shares your dreams.<br /> A best friend<br /> never stops believing in you<br /> even if you give up<br /> on yourself.<br /> you are<br /> that kind of friend<br /> to me.<br /> And no matter what happens,<br /> you always will be.<br /> You are my best friend....<br /> my forever friend.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlXbAZ4BdXPu5w4pZwLOEBYs-_pldraFbMsGa8RehqYOVmQq5ihyphenhyphenC6NVn7vCFBbv2KJkeYMzzr4fxTez3aNuH5kvydXjaPXNamkPw81H4HhmRMlCU00hfwntGtHwhVzq2bXTgp8nXy17H/s1600-h/REUNIE+217copie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlXbAZ4BdXPu5w4pZwLOEBYs-_pldraFbMsGa8RehqYOVmQq5ihyphenhyphenC6NVn7vCFBbv2KJkeYMzzr4fxTez3aNuH5kvydXjaPXNamkPw81H4HhmRMlCU00hfwntGtHwhVzq2bXTgp8nXy17H/s320/REUNIE+217copie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441141276601289938" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-74925941926034898502010-02-22T10:39:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:45:47.351-08:00ROSES AND FRIENDS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD0cLcc4NoeNVomRpZc2cWnVYvMkog5uM1tUhz7CVL9d88CbrW6G6d9Ngibqw18l7rXWe2vf9BPXLv6jk6iy77QfcUylOtPOBYZutt4PZzPhc_W1qO8MOCEc1m60K3Cxac-FsU2epdwvo/s1600-h/REUNIE+23copie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD0cLcc4NoeNVomRpZc2cWnVYvMkog5uM1tUhz7CVL9d88CbrW6G6d9Ngibqw18l7rXWe2vf9BPXLv6jk6iy77QfcUylOtPOBYZutt4PZzPhc_W1qO8MOCEc1m60K3Cxac-FsU2epdwvo/s320/REUNIE+23copie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441140825676178370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXknjGppCAG4N09FnunU6bv_GS0R738ey4AVd0KVTC5qZqc4tusyPeEmbMQfmuAANocw1pd0KpYS8BVAG5x6Dj6ZJ34CD4nBKYmymUWY-emVBKn3X8NutwMdcxgM_iyg9It_yKvEtSmbpx/s1600-h/OLIVIA'S+ROSES+155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qPczVg-vpHQdUstpXoJTtLgTO-cT7iIexWvp-AVafSgFElIhJgwq1xOXjdREAzs2dSVmn_wtk5EyFdk527U4OVIjDQMzPjetvkZjoM7XzQl-tQvWf62n92anuiz6m8JPd19fc9Kqa8Cv/s320/OLIVIA'S+ROSES+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441139875163517378" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-44528462201917758872010-02-18T10:10:00.000-08:002010-02-18T10:19:21.879-08:00Celebrate Dragobete on the 24th of February<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSkw7lca3YMIoRfuFYhiXJx3osSA81rXA_-BxRHO9tEZAKbYyC59-IfvfPx1itXx2HjCJUPgQGVxNRV-6rH5rJ0hVJWFmrm_kTJnhlf99sWtJaGJ47pNFG8CPzfRgphOTHn2jvjew1dWW/s1600-h/55ion_bargan_si_ana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSkw7lca3YMIoRfuFYhiXJx3osSA81rXA_-BxRHO9tEZAKbYyC59-IfvfPx1itXx2HjCJUPgQGVxNRV-6rH5rJ0hVJWFmrm_kTJnhlf99sWtJaGJ47pNFG8CPzfRgphOTHn2jvjew1dWW/s320/55ion_bargan_si_ana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439649737073956962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ee1d25;">Dagobete is the Romanian protector of love, celebrated on the 24th of February. He is the patron of pure love and good will. Dragobete is identified with Cupid, the Roman god of love and with his Greek counterpart, Eros. Dragobete was the son of Baba Dochia and part of his name, "drag" (dear) is found in the word "dragoste" (love).<br />During the day, considered locally the first day of spring, the boys and girls pick up spring flowers and sing together. The unmelted snow still present in many villages used to be collected and the water obtained used as a magic potion by young girls during the year.<br /></span>Dragobete' is a traditional <a href="http://tripatlas.com/Romania">Romania</a>n holiday, celebrated on <a href="http://tripatlas.com/February_24">February 24</a>. Dragobete was the son of <a href="http://tripatlas.com/Baba_Dochia">Baba Dochia</a>.<br />The day is known as "the day when the birds are getting engaged". This day is supposed to protect one from the fever which produces shivers and illness. If the weather allows it, girls and boys are supposed to pick <a href="http://tripatlas.com/Snowdrop">snowdrop</a>s or other early spring plants for someone they are courting. Dragobete is also known as being the day of lovers for Romanians.<br />A common belief (in some parts of Romania) during this celebration is that if one steps over his/her partner's foot, he/she will have the dominating role in their relationship. The usual activities for this custom vary from region to region.<br />In neighbouring <a href="http://tripatlas.com/Bulgaria">Bulgaria</a>, the custom of stepping over the partner's feet is traditionally performed at weddings with the same purpose, but it is not believed to be connected to Dragobete.GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-58702608397055691542010-02-14T04:17:00.000-08:002010-02-14T04:19:21.022-08:00VALENTINE'S DAY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKPvTxnZIQcdjpK8V9T78FtNOE6T480A5NfuSlwEJOWXjAH2TUxtK5S9lPjLlFRH-w1NhgAlyhpzuPieqtm3YNCtACw1chQWxbpuH5cyj036E6vZ6_fYJmTRIc04M-7F2vc_Y6KxMFeV2/s1600-h/VD4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKPvTxnZIQcdjpK8V9T78FtNOE6T480A5NfuSlwEJOWXjAH2TUxtK5S9lPjLlFRH-w1NhgAlyhpzuPieqtm3YNCtACw1chQWxbpuH5cyj036E6vZ6_fYJmTRIc04M-7F2vc_Y6KxMFeV2/s320/VD4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438072632399308322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWQF0-yeY7fplKcjtOjYcrVvIKg_KTDUI9k6rPY-rz2KwrZ_czdLxZcWymLIHjCaAxuYPIn17-0a14aj9IDo3KSx6h1JlY939iezcn6xMXl4dqOT5fk7GA5vJUhoOqg5TUggImGutjVHO/s1600-h/VD3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWQF0-yeY7fplKcjtOjYcrVvIKg_KTDUI9k6rPY-rz2KwrZ_czdLxZcWymLIHjCaAxuYPIn17-0a14aj9IDo3KSx6h1JlY939iezcn6xMXl4dqOT5fk7GA5vJUhoOqg5TUggImGutjVHO/s320/VD3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438072497120680610" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-6230849077770078132010-02-14T04:07:00.000-08:002010-02-14T04:08:58.404-08:00VALENTINE'S DAY IN ROMANIA‘When love is not madness, it is not love’ ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca—quite ideally therefore Valentine's Day is the time to celebrate this madness, to lionize the very feeling of being in love. Valentine's Day which is typically observed in the 14th of February every year, is the occasion of sheer ardor; it is time to reflect the deep passion whilst shaping up those unspoken words. Throughout the ages, all over the world Valentine's Day is observed with much cheer and enthusiasm.<br />The unique Romanian traits of celebrating the <strong>Valentine's Day in Romania</strong> with immense color, magic, dazzle and finesse makes Romania the most sought after destination during this time of the year. The rich culture, ethnicity and the pristine natural beauty of Romania makes the season of love truly romantic.<!-- center --><br />Romania, the South-West European country, idealizes the typical British aura in the celebration of the Valentine day in Romania which is perfectly the carnival of sharing and caring; the very fete of feeling the verve of love in the pulse. However, it is not on the 14th day of February when Romania celebrates the lovers day rather it is through the traditional celebration of Dragobete, on the 24th day of February, the Romanians celebrates the day of love with colossal passion. The seethe of rose, the thump of exchanging gifts and the effervescence of the day fills the air whilst making it an ideal time to shape those untold words.<br />Although traditionally 24th February is typically the Valentine Day in Romania, in the recent times the populace of Romania has started observing the 14th day of February as the Valentine's Day.GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-45210858723126996162010-02-08T10:06:00.000-08:002010-02-08T10:38:57.609-08:00Melancolia este fericirea de a fi trist<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFHmRx6BrPo7l1Iae1QgIp6NpPUWLxEHhNJQzS1oQZQvX0Q7tjjlQWa1UIppLFLRoAh7ABdwV8DrhbXhpv_2zwGGUucD5skGn7KU_B-fr7DTLhK9iGKzX_jACThTSgDxo9C-4b5dUi6g-/s1600-h/K%C3%A9p+745.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFHmRx6BrPo7l1Iae1QgIp6NpPUWLxEHhNJQzS1oQZQvX0Q7tjjlQWa1UIppLFLRoAh7ABdwV8DrhbXhpv_2zwGGUucD5skGn7KU_B-fr7DTLhK9iGKzX_jACThTSgDxo9C-4b5dUi6g-/s320/K%C3%A9p+745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935860895884098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cine se cauta pe sine gaseste lumea.Cine cauta lumea se gaseste pe sine.<br />Acesta este un blog de urgente intime.<br />O modesta floare secreta , poate fi mai bogata in saracia ei decat cel mai pretios trandafir.Ea iti aminteste ca,daca destinul nu depinde de tine,numai de tine depinde ce faci cu ceea ce iti da destinul.<br />Nu exista desavarsire.Exista drumul spre ea.Nu exista glorie durabila,onoruri stabile.Exista idealul sau.<br />Melancolia este fericirea de a fi trist.<br />Soarele rasare umed din valuri si apune in valuri.Azi ca si maine.Maine ca si ieri.Zilele trec si in fiecare zi traiesti in eternitate.Te poti bucura de orice,de soare,de ploaie,de linia tarmului,de oamenii galagiosi si veseli,caraghiosi si frumosi pe care-i vezi de departe.Totul e sa te multumesti cu atat,sa traiesti la nivelul senzatiilor,sa nu-ti mai pui intrebari,sa nu auzi pe nimeni strigand "Chi vuol esser lieto sia..."sa vezi numai gesturile ,copii care se stropesc ,o femeie care danseaza pe nisip.O incertitudine sau o boala ascunsa secera elanurile in acest univers care are ceva din fragilitatea inceputului de toamna,la mare,cand soarele incalzeste plaja goala,iar linistea poate fi orice,impacare,regret,convalescenta luminoasa.<br />Melancolia n-are nevoie sa vada florile ofilite ca sa ramana pe ganduri.Maine nu se stie ce va fi.<br />Maine vom vedea ce va ma fi.<br />Nu ma lamentez pentru a fi compatimita,ci pentru a-mi da curaj,singurul mod de a fi mai tare decat nefericirea fiind acela de a o privi in fata.<br />Bucuria mea este melancolia.<br />Dincolo de orice mare e o mlastina.Inoti,inoti,inoti,pentru ce?<br />Totul imbatraneste,pana si nefericirea.Si nu exista oare o tacere de dincolo de cuvinte,asa cum exista una dinainte de cuvinte.<br />Traim intr-un secol care nu mai are rabdare sa asculte, si de altfel ce sa ne spuna tacerea cand,adeseori,nici macar strigatele nu mai reusesc sa se faca auzite.<br />Sunt doar atata cat reusiti sa vedeti dim mine.<br />De aceea surad.<br />O zi de dragoste valoreaza mai mult decat eternitatea si "putinul" trait mai mult decat "totul" visat.<br />Exista o prapastie intre singuratatea voita si singuratea impusa.Prima te apropie de tine insuti.Cea de a doua nu face decat sa te indeparteze de altii.Prima daruie.Cea de a doua frusteaza.Prima e foarte aproape de un inceput de drum.Cea de a doua e foarte aproape de un mormant.<br />CHI VUOL ESSER LIETO......MAINE VOM VEDEA CE VA MAI FI.<br /><br /> (pentru Dani,din tot sufletul)<br /></span></span></span></div>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-41451237568724184652010-02-07T09:58:00.000-08:002010-02-07T10:07:12.803-08:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz47FZ71JbPAiSHRsWTVsBAo7eXSX2Pk8556o4magGoWN0i4Ax4wkyX-yjJiFZkmKNBBgODwOo673iNaBH-KA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-80107244751346436022010-02-07T08:59:00.001-08:002010-02-07T08:59:57.295-08:00FEBRUARY<h4><center><span style="font-family:Times;"><b>Blown like smooth dunes, by the wind overnight,<br /> the crusted snow glistened in the morning sun's light.</b></span></center></h4> <h4><center><span style="font-family:Times;"><b>The brilliance danced on the canvas I viewed;<br /> I stood in awe - all faith renewed.</b></span></center></h4> <h4><center><span style="font-family:Times;"><b>Untouched by man, this scenic vision<br /> proved Nature's pallette conquered her mission.</b></span></center></h4> <h4><center><span style="font-family:Times;"><b>The winter scene won the artist a prize<br /> for it dazzled and kept the focus of my eyes.</b></span></center></h4> <h4><center><span style="font-family:Times;"><b>Her magic she wove all through the night -<br /> Nature's painting complete to view in daylight.</b></span></center></h4>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-56573353199207222402010-02-07T08:56:00.000-08:002010-02-07T08:58:33.598-08:00TOGETHER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKozRvVf8qKrF5n0sFycZIWcMzNwNqdQpWY62efirQ4m1IjP9VgKDovjaSZ2IU6F3sidjqAH1-Bzp0WwNfeE1u_C3_vuNYBQGxoqnhKl81_4ko2L6Vwj1mx2zLWHivy8Qzg1zYVQBwX_K/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKozRvVf8qKrF5n0sFycZIWcMzNwNqdQpWY62efirQ4m1IjP9VgKDovjaSZ2IU6F3sidjqAH1-Bzp0WwNfeE1u_C3_vuNYBQGxoqnhKl81_4ko2L6Vwj1mx2zLWHivy8Qzg1zYVQBwX_K/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435546707303086514" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-18962828584450539322010-01-31T10:19:00.000-08:002010-01-31T10:21:33.514-08:00FRIENDS AND ICE-CREAMS<p>Ice cream, Ice cream,<br />how you do me wrong<br />I'm trying to lose some pounds<br />instead you pack them on.</p><p>You know that your my fave,<br />sherbet is the best<br />but chocolate gets it's way<br />at my tongues request.</p><p>I hope you never melt<br />and leave me all alone<br />cause I just bought a crate<br />of haagen-daz for home.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv4KPowiVQXRTGusGs4I4rdpYYO_8mNa8LORdWPXRmAozLiKEYtcMSZZXNKYfD4QvzHDCNp1TYk0fRQvIwG7TQ_07cw-HdiMPUQmq2sN29dbzJTKM28YjbTabOUdpHH3K-hSQRSSurQgX/s1600-h/4306523549_beb874bb9e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv4KPowiVQXRTGusGs4I4rdpYYO_8mNa8LORdWPXRmAozLiKEYtcMSZZXNKYfD4QvzHDCNp1TYk0fRQvIwG7TQ_07cw-HdiMPUQmq2sN29dbzJTKM28YjbTabOUdpHH3K-hSQRSSurQgX/s320/4306523549_beb874bb9e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970684869398626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXNGIl4b8RLL0xFosEd2e3lYR4sp-iFZaaD67jnpWXO4ePZQh3ZmehVAsaBTP1G9MQl_KsQC0EpIO4DiEwkIQPrqrzy5o0E9Jrm7PUy5bT0To8BSmMdECPRa5DJPubfwqtmXIk-QRuEwt/s1600-h/4306523379_95f4a057e4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXNGIl4b8RLL0xFosEd2e3lYR4sp-iFZaaD67jnpWXO4ePZQh3ZmehVAsaBTP1G9MQl_KsQC0EpIO4DiEwkIQPrqrzy5o0E9Jrm7PUy5bT0To8BSmMdECPRa5DJPubfwqtmXIk-QRuEwt/s320/4306523379_95f4a057e4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970563589780434" border="0" /></a>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753341418080604718.post-16985486068308761192010-01-24T04:19:00.000-08:002010-01-24T04:27:24.002-08:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4PkDuftCZ0adFLExL8-nihFDbMwHMC4ibETx5QQqKNDy6bMzd2b6rpA3mw4SkEiqeaWC2zGoSWih8zpe4nQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><p><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">”A flower,</span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">if you bruise it</span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">under your feet,</span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">rewards you</span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">by giving you </span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "";">its perfume.”</span></em></p>GRATZIELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09625188696621034273noreply@blogger.com0