tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84371246499437336532024-03-14T11:04:24.952+02:00cum ar fiBombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-16659608606070475512010-02-15T00:40:00.001+02:002010-02-15T00:40:30.524+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br />cum e<br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-67212121998323053292009-11-16T01:39:00.002+02:002010-01-28T16:10:48.787+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/129294889_579d351fb4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/129294889_579d351fb4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hei las!<br /><br />1918.soimii satrei.s de ardeal.<br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-77500826185773795662009-11-13T00:58:00.002+02:002009-11-13T01:05:09.882+02:00why me design<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SvyUnsuiAUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dz0m2bHNh98/s1600-h/moline2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SvyUnsuiAUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dz0m2bHNh98/s320/moline2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403357062679888194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SvyUglM1d2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/QLJ-tIrGgtk/s1600-h/moline.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SvyUglM1d2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/QLJ-tIrGgtk/s320/moline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403356940400424802" border="0" /></a>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-63405144600501649832009-10-16T16:25:00.002+03:002009-10-16T16:27:17.222+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/Sth0jYl4rOI/AAAAAAAAADs/qtylQ-ocnyg/s1600-h/CHP5903.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/Sth0jYl4rOI/AAAAAAAAADs/qtylQ-ocnyg/s320/CHP5903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393188705021766882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Law 48<br /><br />Assume Formlessness<br /><br />By taking a shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself . Instead of taking a form for you to grasp, keep yourself adaptable and on the move. Accept the fact that nothing is certain and no law is fixed. The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order. Everything changes.</div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-11688161516302220052009-10-16T15:47:00.001+03:002009-10-16T15:51:16.128+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">sa te trezesti pe ploaie, sa ai un sentiment ciudat de neapartenenta.sa cauti ceva dar sa nu stii ce.<br />melacolie nu?<br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-39033338148282245732009-10-15T22:39:00.001+03:002010-02-04T22:32:22.605+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br />sa fumezi in intuneric..<br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-28566536507080908962009-10-14T18:12:00.002+03:002009-10-14T18:15:57.718+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">"<a href="http://www.brianmassumi.com/textes/INTERFACE%20AND%20ACTIVE%20SPACE.pdf">The human body will be flooded with an impossible richness of information, to a degree far<br />beyond the ability of its perceptual apparatus and nervous system to receive<br /></a></div><a href="http://www.brianmassumi.com/textes/INTERFACE%20AND%20ACTIVE%20SPACE.pdf">and sort. Delivery on demand is already passé before it has become a reality. In future, information will be delivered in parallel, at all times,<br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.brianmassumi.com/textes/INTERFACE%20AND%20ACTIVE%20SPACE.pdf">rather serially and on demand: "anything, anytime, anywhere"</a></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-45889116921610476382009-10-14T15:40:00.002+03:002010-02-04T22:31:36.687+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br />la ora 4 dimineata, cu ochii plini de gene<br />am invatat o lectie.<br />trebuie sa vorbesti cica,<br />altfel se aduna.<br />si se izbucneste.<br />si atunci spui tot ce vine<br />nu?<br />prostii peste<br />prosti<br />dar nu conteaza<br />ca<br />doar toti suntem oameni<br />cica.<br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-51559815627748006032009-10-07T11:31:00.003+03:002009-10-07T11:37:37.835+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.magazincctv.ro/contact_us.php"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SsxSpIMG3WI/AAAAAAAAADk/mrq9kIbz9-0/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389773720582020450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">in caz ca<br />vrei sa stii<br />de unde vine<br />sunt destul<br />de ascunsi<br />dar i-am gasit<br /><br />cocktail molotov their asses!!<br /><br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-34670901047598715282009-09-29T17:20:00.002+03:002009-09-29T17:21:25.101+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=e7cd1b62942dfdccab1eab3e9fa335cae309c5cc500e7828"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chromatics</span> N*I"T:E</a></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-35268484987386662972009-09-28T17:25:00.000+03:002009-09-28T17:26:48.709+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SsDHdEFO5iI/AAAAAAAAADc/sGgZX9HWARA/s1600-h/CH436.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SsDHdEFO5iI/AAAAAAAAADc/sGgZX9HWARA/s320/CH436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524456460936738" border="0" /></a>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-78760995848820994042009-09-28T14:33:00.003+03:002009-09-29T17:47:11.506+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ovuca.com/">Aleksi </a><br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-88107979406072495192009-06-05T04:35:00.004+03:002009-06-05T19:05:33.618+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> important e pe ce planeta vrei sa mergi.ca nave sunt destule .</span></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-38878293772200220302009-03-13T01:00:00.005+02:002009-06-05T19:04:36.841+03:00<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy deep core</div></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-19401264680216153112009-03-13T00:51:00.002+02:002009-03-13T01:00:10.085+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: courier new;">identic natural</span><br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-74883074399842783592009-02-23T18:39:00.001+02:002009-02-23T18:52:16.412+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SaLRbsPo8LI/AAAAAAAAACk/8tHWUxnuoj4/s1600-h/tv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SaLRbsPo8LI/AAAAAAAAACk/8tHWUxnuoj4/s320/tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306033584659296434" border="0" /></a>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-65650999507042190912009-01-26T05:17:00.002+02:002009-06-05T19:04:54.960+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">oneironaut</span></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-56410238240161128522009-01-23T01:56:00.002+02:002009-06-05T19:05:14.864+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >dulce</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >C HIm C all</span></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-26302192246545980782008-12-27T22:31:00.002+02:002008-12-27T22:33:43.128+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">O </span>sa incerc sa vreau sa incerc<br /></div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-4700207913308482042008-12-27T21:40:00.003+02:002009-01-05T18:49:53.605+02:00Magyar Murder Incorporated<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Pe vremea angelicelor, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >in</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > NAGYREV, localitate situata in sud-estul budapestei, pe raul tisa nu exista asistenta medicala ,spitale sau doctori.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Grijile de genu' erau lasate in carca moasei si ajutoarelor sale. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >In cazul acesta doamna JULIUS FAZEKAS, si ajutoarele sale.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">Se spune ca</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">daca nu ar fii fost primu razboi mondial</span> ,fenomenele din nagyrev <span style="font-size:130%;">nu s-ar fi petrecut.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Toti barbatii din localitate erau concentrati pe front, iar la periferia satului se infiintasera tabere pentru prizonierii de razboi.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Acesti prizonieri,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >tineri captivi</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">, au facilitat in scurt timp ca femeile sa uite de sotii, logodnicii de pe front.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Satul a inceput sa concureze cu sodoma si gomora.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Femeile se simteau total nefericite daca nu puteau atrage macar 2 sau 3 amanti ocazionali din lagar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Astfel ca, atunci cand barbatii lor se intorceau acasa aveau parte de o primire rece, iar drepturile la care se asteptau nu mai erau recunoscute.Devenisera inutili.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Cica se stie clar ca femeile faceau coada la usa moasei farmaciste care le facea rost de arsenic de pe hartia de muste.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Otravirea a devenit distractia cea mai obisnuita a satului.La inceput cu uciderea a unor soti nemaidoriti, mai apoi mijlocul normal de a obtine orice sau de a scapa de oricine era nevoie.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Cu totul, au fost implicate cam 50 de femei numite si creatoarele de ingeri.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Bineinteles crimele au fost investigate ,doar ca de fiecare data certificatul de deces sustinea o moarte naturala.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Pana cand, un barbat a acuzat o femeie de tentativa.Politia a inceput atunci investigatia si a ajuns la moasa, pe care au urmarito cum umbla si isi anunta clientele ca s-a terminat joaca.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Asa incat in 1929, au fost ridicate 38 de femei. 8 condamnate la moarte, 7 la inchisoare pe viata si restul detentie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Matusica SUSI</span>, se ocupase de distributia otravii , dar mai avea si o reputatie de vrajitoare.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">ROSALIA SI ROSI</span> si-au otravit sotii plicticosi.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">MARIA </span>varga si-a omorat sotul orb, erou de razboi dar si amantul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">JULIANA</span> lipke, o femeie indesata, fara nici o forma si cu o privire diabolica a fost gasita responsabila pentru moartea mamei vitrege, matusii, cumnatei, fratelui, sotului ,caruia ii oferise de craciun o carte otravita.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">MOASA,</span> a scapat.Inainte sa fie arestata a inghitit otrava sinucigasa.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Acum unii spun ca singura modalitate de a stabili un contact cu aceste entitati angelice este sa te pui in genunchi, sa zici de trei ori <span style="font-size:130%;">tatal nostru cu ochii inchisi</span>.si puteti fii cam siguri ca de atunci inainte o sa aveti un prieten divin.</span><br /><br />cum ar fi fost daca nu exista primul razboi mondial.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pam.pam.piu.piu.piu.</span>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-37864881245781204602008-12-23T23:32:00.000+02:002008-12-23T23:35:24.714+02:00the stooges<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SVFZlABR3qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ImE4wTDuSGA/s1600-h/ronasheton03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SVFZlABR3qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ImE4wTDuSGA/s320/ronasheton03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283102330077699746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />fell in love with ron ashetonBombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-3103843962052934252008-12-23T23:08:00.003+02:002009-09-29T17:22:22.979+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">internet = timp</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-52865494507677590502008-11-28T15:03:00.005+02:002009-01-06T23:58:17.054+02:00IO ORE<span style="font-family:courier new;">asia amestecata cu tunisia si cu cluj</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">la un curs de limba moldoveneasca si despre viata</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">cu mihaela radulescu imbracata .cu o figura foarte bine definita de un machiaj exact</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">am stat putin de vorba cu ea.indeaproape(asa i-am observat si figura) despre cartea ei pe care o vazusem intr-o librarie si care nu mi s-a parut o prea multa munca.iar confirmarea m-a dato chiar ea.care nu era foarte multumita de ce a scos capsoru' ei.dar era simpla. cred ca pentru tot omu' care vrea sa se lase de fumat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">colegii erau fete si baieti care stiau romana dar vorbeau in japoneza,si vroiau sa invete moldoveneasca cu ochii alungiti si calzi.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">nu lipeseau punct si cerc care in pauza de 10 minute (perceputa de fiecare in timpul lui) mergeau la baie pentru o doza de abstract.punct facuse pisu pe ea.erau uzi pantalonii pe care vroia sa si-i schimbe, pentru ca avea altii la ea.cum adica sa ai pantaloni de schimb la tine?pai uite bine.daca esti precaut sau daca presimti dimineata cand te trezesti ca azi o sa se intample ceva iesit de sub control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">afara era o atmosfera de oras medieval alterata de un val comunist care habar n-avea ce face.dar lumina era aceeasi de la soarele constant pe acelasi cer.iti incalzea energia de sub hainele groase de iarna.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">si m-am trezit de parca in ora aia de curs m-am umplut cu entu ziasm ul de pe toate continentele.</span>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-56872468624679038512008-04-20T01:27:00.002+03:002009-09-29T17:22:55.002+03:00the Story of Mink and The cloud<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SAqCmR2hZ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/THgJwbYUCk4/s1600-h/aberation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZliupjGkNA/SAqCmR2hZ0I/AAAAAAAAABA/THgJwbYUCk4/s320/aberation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191105114636642114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><pre><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.clopotel.ro/utile/dictionar/nurca_vison_mink_nerz.html"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Min</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >k wanted to marry many things.</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One day he was watching the clouds in the sky and one cloud</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">was very beautiful, soft and white and gentle.</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"I love you!" Mink said to Cloud. "I want to marry you."<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"I can't marry you," said the little cloud.<br />"You do not know what I am like when there is storm.<br />I am not always soft white and fluffy. Sometimes when the<br />wind is strong I am grey thin and ragged.Sometimes I am scattered<br />into small pieces all across the sky. You would have a hard time<br />keeping me together in those times."<br /><br />"Please let me marry you," Mink insisted.<br />"I will love you even when you're grey and thin and ragged.<br />I will hold you together in all of the storms."<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >They floated together for many days.<br /><br />They floated in the warm blue skies and they floated in the cool<br />starry nights.<br /><br />But one day a wind storm came and the little white cloud started<br />to break up in small pieces of fluff. Poor Mink did not know<br />what to do. He began jumping from one small cloud piece to<br />another, but each cloud piece became thin and wispy.<br />Mink had nothing to stand on,nothing to hang onto.<br /><br />"Help!" he yelled as he fell to the ground.<br /><br />He landed on a pebble beach. He lay on the rocks for several hours.<br />In time, clouds came and settled around him.<br /><br />Later that day a group of children came down to the beach to play.<br />"Look! Mink is dead!" one of the girls called when she found<br />Mink's body lying on the ground.The other children<br />gathered around Mink. They were shocked to see Mink's face.<br />Some of the children started to cry.<br />"Poor dead Mink," they crooned. "Poor dead Mink."<br /><br />Suddenly Mink sat right up straight."Who is dead?" he demanded;<br />and scared the children .<br /><br />"We thought YOU were dead," .They were happy to see that<br />Mink was alive. It was wonderful. They played with him awhile,<br />and they ran off to do something else.<br /><br />Mink was alone. He sat down on a large rock...<br />and thought and thought.<br />"I will never marry a cloud again," he said.<br />"I will never marry a gull or a raven or anything that flies.<br />I will not marry a rainbow or a star.<br />From now on I will find a wife on the ground."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Finally one lovely sunny day Mink and Cloud were married.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mink stood up and looked at the sky.<br />Cloud was becoming full and fluffy again, but<br />Mink knew their marriage could not work.<br /><br />"Good-bye!" <a href="http://www.cartiagricole.ro/carti/6/Nurca">he</a> called to her, and <a href="http://www.cloudappreciationsociety.org/">she</a> smiled wisely.</span><br /></span><br /></span><br /></pre></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437124649943733653.post-86863917896762629742008-02-14T00:56:00.001+02:002009-09-29T17:23:23.661+03:00The Story Of Stuff<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/">Istoria Kestiilor</a><br /><br />ce scutec foloseai, ce pudra pentru putulica sau pasarica, ce biberon, ce papusa barbie sau masinuta, ce creioane colorate.ce-ti aduce mos craciun.<br /><br />ce suc bei,ce tigari fumezi, ce ce ce e prin bucatarie, ce reviste citesti, ce telefon ai, cu ce te joci, ce medicamente bagi.ce-ti aduce mos RON ioata.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>BombOana.Nanananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635161785630816816noreply@blogger.com0