tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600457329918644664.post7516008158889849627..comments2022-04-02T19:16:23.812-07:00Comments on SĂ-ŢI ARĂT BUCUREŞTIUL NOAPTEA: a minunii ca esti, a-ntamplarii ca suntArina Lazărhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11156941682429447164noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600457329918644664.post-55227698718679080022009-11-13T12:30:49.215-08:002009-11-13T12:30:49.215-08:00nice :)nice :)George Colanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16594575906352072359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-600457329918644664.post-11558226250966268572009-10-15T07:52:51.146-07:002009-10-15T07:52:51.146-07:00"Cand ea pleaca, iarba pe care statea se usuc..."Cand ea pleaca, iarba pe care statea se usuca, insa nu ne primim apa inapoi. Asa se intampla. Surprinzator, niciodata nu ramanem fara apa. La fiecare rascruce de drumuri e cate un furtun." frumos. Poate ar trebui privita altfel situatia. Daca iarba aia nu s-ar usca acolo, ai mai pretui tu persoana care va ocupa bucatica de iarba si pentru care vei incepe sa o uzi din nou, ea recrescand verrrrrrrrrde si frumoasa? :*m ă D ăhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09309320384230530616noreply@blogger.com