tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55920540377526947312011-09-15T06:19:40.133-07:00Gabrielanoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592054037752694731.post-7439724530498537302009-09-05T10:36:00.000-07:002009-09-05T11:08:10.780-07:00Sunt in Berlin. In camera lui. In pat. Scriu. El lucreaza. Mancam nougat cu petale de trandafir, aduse din Damasc, intr-o cutie incrustrata cu sidef. Miroase a ploaie si a trandafiri. Iar prin ferestrele mari se vede cel mai frumos curcubeu. Stalucitor. Plin. Intens. Exact ca cele pe care le deseneaza Maria. Mi-am amintit luna plina de azi-noapte. Am vazut-o de langa el, din avion, deasupra norilor de furtuna. Mi-a cumparat biletul prin Viena. El avea aici escala la intoarcere din Syria. Nu mi-a spus. I-a spus in schimb domnisoarei de la check-in sa pastreze liber scaunul de langa el. Cel de langa mine era deja ocupat. A venit in aeroport, si m-a pupat si am sarit de pe scaun direct in bratele lui. De fiecare data cand aveam escala undeva, visam ca ne vom intalni acolo. Nu i-am spus niciodata.<br /><br /><em>Azi sunt indragostita...E un curcubeu deasupra lumii sufletului meu -</em> N. Labis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592054037752694731-743972453049853730?l=gabrielatones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gabrielanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592054037752694731.post-4126151951580656682009-05-15T12:34:00.000-07:002009-09-05T11:19:54.451-07:00Tuna. Fulgera. Miroase a inceput. De lume. De iubire. Citesc Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt. Odette Toulemonde et autres histoires.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592054037752694731-412615195158065668?l=gabrielatones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gabrielanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592054037752694731.post-57261394232207805382009-05-02T12:07:00.000-07:002009-09-05T11:05:22.291-07:00<div align="justify">Toate calatoriile mele au fost povesti de dragoste<br /><br /><em>Si tout est illusion, alors il faut accepter ces illusions vraies qui nous touchent profondement le coeur... Sur ma longue route, tu es ce rayon de soleil qui m-a surpris... Merci de ton sourire.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592054037752694731-5726139423220780538?l=gabrielatones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gabrielanoreply@blogger.com0