<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:43.307+01:00</updated><category term='prieten'/><category term='fluture'/><category term='bunatate'/><category term='basm'/><category term='poveste'/><category term='Dumnezeu'/><category term='imbratisare'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='suflet'/><title type='text'>God´s Butterfly</title><subtitle type='html'>Un fluture ce zboara spre CER, aripi pline de DRAGOSTEA si MARETIA SA,TRANSFORMAT din sclav in LIBERTATE...asta aleg sa fiu...sa zbor cu aripi colorate pana ACASA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-3833414657483676298</id><published>2010-08-09T02:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:13:53.687+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/TF-1SikvDcI/AAAAAAAAANE/wXvGUjJWK0g/s1600/IMG_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/S0YCJeMFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lt5-6M2qjWI/s200/MPj04387880000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424025162960159682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Trec secunde, ore, ani din viata mea si ma uit in urma...privesc inainte ce mai am de facut si ce as fi putut face pana acuma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    In urma mea, vei gasi pe carare, campii cu flori si rasarit de soare, vei gasi furtuna si ploaie;Spini si lacrimi, zambete si mangaieri. Am lasat si randuri nescrise, pamant uscat;am secerat putin din tot ce am semanat. Si fiecare clipa pierduta in van se transforma in uscat-intr-un vis despre ce ar putea fi .O secunda, cate nu am pierdut pana acum? O secunda o urmeaza pe alta, si asa, pas cu pas hoinaresti pe cale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Treci zilnic pe langa frumusete, dragoste, minunatie, dar azi nu ai avut timp sa o observi!Norii se strang deasupra ta si incep sa cada picuri; umbrela nu ai luat-o azi cu tine, si esti singur; tunete si rascoliri de vant.Furtuna se arata si speri sa izbutesti. Ca prin minune totul a trecut .Nu conteaza cum si de ce! Esti bine, si viata merge inainte. Te simti erou, si vrei ca ceilalti sa te laude.Dar te-ai uitat la ce ai lasat in urma? Ce ai facut tu ca sa iesi de acolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     De multe ori nu ne pasa de nimic. Nici de bine, nici de rau.Nu ne mai bucura rasaritul de soare, si nici stele pe cer; nu ne mai doare minciuna, barfa si rautatea.Nu mai conteaza peste ce calcam. Am ajuns ca niste roboti: privim in fata si nu ne uitam pe unde o luam, sau ce se intampla in jurul nostru. De multe ori ne pierdem si tinta - mai ales dupa ce trecem prin ceata. Traim o viata superficiala si de multe ori falsa. Avem invelis frumos, dar interior murdar. Ne conformam cu zambete ¨de mana a doua¨ - am uitat sa radem din inima. Ne conformam cu o viata standard cand suntem cu totii atat de diferiti. Nu mai punem pasiune si dragoste in ceea ce facem. Fiecare secunda trece goala pe langa noi, ca un balonas de sapun. Cand eram copii, ne bucuram de ele, alergam, saream, ne intindeam dupa ele - sa nu ne scape vreuna. Asteptam cu speranta sa apara alta ca si cum ar fi avut ceva magic. Dansam si iubeam la fiecare pas. Radeam cu ochii, cu inima. Iertam cu dragoste si uitam cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     De aceea, hai sa fim din nou copii. Sa pretuim fiecare suflare de vant, fiecare raza de soare. Sa pretuim momentul si sa mergem increzatori inspre ACOLO. ACOLO unde ne asteapta TATAL; stiu ca nu suntem singuri. El e in mangaierea soarelui, in adierea vantului , El e adapost pe vreme de furtuna, si acoperis cand vine ploaia. El e DRAGOSTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Nu mai vreau sa las sa treaca viata pe langa mine! Vreau sa seaman si sa secer, nu mai vreau pamant uscat. Vreau sa experimentez fiecare clipa, pana cand voi ajunge la capat. Vreau sa traiesc 100% autentic si adevarat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Suntem copii de REGE, suntem dragoste din DRAGOSTEA ADEVARATA. Suntem binecuvantati sa fim binecuvantare. Hai sa traim asa cum El ne-a creat sa fim! Sa valoram ceea ce avem, si sa pasim cu credinta prin ploaie, soare, furtuna, spini sau ceata; pentru ca dupa furtuna iese soarele, iar dupa ploaie curcubeul. Totul este creat pentru noi. Ce altceva am mai putea dori, decat sa stim ca cineva pune lucruri atat de frumoase inaintea noastra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                       ZAMBESTE, IUBESTE, CREDE, FII COPIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-2741076697900519021?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/2741076697900519021/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2010/01/balonase-de-sapun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2741076697900519021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2741076697900519021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2010/01/balonase-de-sapun.html' title='Balonase de sapun!'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/S0YCJeMFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lt5-6M2qjWI/s72-c/MPj04387880000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-8477843998701074116</id><published>2009-10-28T02:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:03:44.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juramant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am vazut un film foooarte fain: FIREPROOF...vi-l recomand 100% e suuuperb..:) si m-a facut sa ma gandesc la ceva ce e foarte important, dar pe care nu punem pret indeajuns. DRAGOSTEA ADEVARATA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma gandesc la juramintele pe care le spunem fiecare cand ne casatorim, la promisiunile ce le facem, la ceea ce zicem, juramintele facute Domnului...si ce ajungem sa implinim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu cand m-am maritat, juramantul meu a sunat asa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Nu sta de mine să te las, şi să mă întorc de la tine! Încotro vei merge tu voi merge şi eu, unde vei locui tu, voi locui şi eu; poporul tău va fi poporul meu, şi Dumnezeul tău va fi Dumnezeul meu; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unde vei muri tu, voi muri şi eu, şi voi fi îngropată acolo. Facă-mi Domnul ce o vrea, dar nimic nu mă va despărţi de tine decât moartea!"(Rut 1:16-17)...cel mai potrivit juramant, din punctul meu de vedere. Ma gandesc oare il voi putea respecta? Ma rog Domului sa imi dea intelepciunea si puterea sa pot il pot respecta. Ma intreb, sincer, oare cata importanta dam toti la ceea ce scoatem pe gura, suntem atat de preocupati de cum aratam, dar ceea ce spunem are oare valoare? Oare cand esti in fata mirelui/miresei, te gandesti...¨Doamne, eu vreau sa fiu alaturi de persoana asta, la bine si la rau, la sanatate si boala, saracie si bogatie, si ajuta-ma sa fiu asa¨ oare traim ceea ce spunem? sau spunem o poezie in fata miresei tremurande, sau a mirelui emotionat, in fata invitatilor nerabdatori sa vada sarutul de la final. Oare cand ne rugam si ii promitem Domnului...¨Doamne, promit ca ma pocaiesc, ajuta-ma sa iau si teza asta!¨ ne gandim noi la ceea ce spunem de fapt? Dam noi importanta cuvenita spuselor? Cand promiti cuiva ca faci ceva...chiar faci? sau te pierzi pe drum? Eu patesc asa, si ma rog sa pot sa fiu o persoana care isi tine promisiunile, ce isi respecta juramintele si isi onoreaza legamintele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oare cand te-ai pocait, si erai indragostit de Domnul. cand te-ai botezat, si ai facut legamantul ca il vei sluji pe Domnul toata viata, pana in vesnicii...cand nu iti masurai cuvintele sa declari cat de fericit esti! Cand erai la dragostea dintai...cu Domnul sau cu ea/el...simteai ca iti iese inima din piept...cand auzeai de dragoste. Si ai jurat sa fii acolo mereu...pana cand moartea va va desparti..(poate negandindute ca s-ar putea sa urmeze 70 de ani de....prezenta reciproca :D ).Cand i-ai zis Domnului ca El e totul pentru tine, si ca vei lupta sa fii cu el in vesnicii...ca vei umbla pe Calea Stramta :D..Oare te-ai gandit cu adevarat, la ce zici, sau daca vei ramane loial juramantului tau? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma gandesc cum va fii cand voi trece prin vai, prin mlastina, oare voi putea la fel de senina sa ii zic sotului meu, te urmez pe tine, si sunt alaturi de tine! Dupa ce vor trece 50 de ani, si amandoi vom avea ¨dinti de imprumut¨, sau riduri pe tot corpul, cand parul va fii carunt, si cand genunchii ne vor tremura; cand mainile vor fi aspre vom mai fii oare noi dispusi sa ne uitam unul la celalalt, sa ne zicem TE IUBESC, sa ne zicem, inca te urmez si inca sunt aici, alaturi de tine; inca te respect si valorezi mult pentru mine. Vom mai tine mana ce a fost langa noi pana atunci? Vom stii arata dragostea si respectul ca niste tineri indragostiti? Oare vom putea face ca dragostea sa renasca in fiecare zi? Eu cred ca DA! Ma rog sa pot, ma rog sa stam unul langa celalt, sa ne privim in ochi, si atunci fara cuvinte sa ne zicem...TE IUBESC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oare dupa 50 de ani, de cand L-am cunoscut pe El, voi mai putea declara la fel de inflacarata ca El e Domnul meu? Voi putea sta pe genunchi si sa vorbesc cu El? Voi putea simti , trai, dragostea, mangaierea, pasiunea ce o traiesc acum fata de El? Eu cred ca DA! Ma rog sa pot, ma rog sa ma pun pe genunchi in fiecare zi, sa ma apropii din ce in ce mai mult de EL, sa pot sa stau ore in sir, sa II ascult vocea; sa pot plange, canta, sa Il pot lauda mai mult decat acum! Sa dau pe dinafara de dragostea si prezenta Lui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-8477843998701074116?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/8477843998701074116/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/juramant.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/8477843998701074116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/8477843998701074116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/juramant.html' title='Juramant...'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-2789049614164633195</id><published>2009-10-23T01:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:21:37.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Iubesc Doamne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doamne, te iubesc! Tu ma iubesti cum nimeni nu o face, desi eu Te-am rastignit! M-am lepadat de Tine! Te-am biciuit! Ti-am strapuns mainile cu piroane, si Ti-am zdrobit genunchii; Ti-am strapuns coasta, si am jucat barbut la picioarele Tale! Sunt vinovat! Iar tu in schimb mi-ai dat iertare. Am criticat pe cei ce au trait acele vremi, dar si eu am fost acolo cu ei! Si inca sunt! Am strapuns mainile ce ma mangaie atunci cand sunt singura, cand plang, cand imi e teama, mainile care ma poarta peste vai, mainile care se impreuna pentru a-mi oferi mie SALVAREA. Am zdrobit genunchii ce stau plecati inainte TATALUI, pentru a-I cere indurare, iertare. Te-am rastignit pe Tine, care ma vindeci, ma ierti, imi dai dragoste, ma mangai. M-am lepadat de Tine, care m-ai ales din mii si mii ca sa fiu al Tau! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doamne singur nu pot! Firea mea incolteste zi de zi, se urca pe liane inspre inima mea, si pasii mei se leapada de la Tine! Te rastignesc in fiecare zi! Si Tu inca ma iubesti! Ajuta-mi Doamne, sa fiu printre acei ce duc crucea alaturi de Tine, printre cei ce sterg urmele de sange. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ajuta-ma Doamne sa rastignesc firea, si nu pe Tine, sa zdrobesc eul meu, si nu genunchii Tai, sa ma lepad de duhuri. Ajuta-ma Doamne sa traiesc pentru Tine! Zi de zi, si 100% sa fiu dependenta dupa Tine, sa Fii cu adevarat aerul ce il respir mereu, apa ce o beau. Sa fim doar Tu si eu Doamne, in povestea noastra de dragoste, ce sta scrisa in CARTEA VIETII! Te ador Isuse, esti Salvatorul sufletului meu, esti Creatorul meu Doamne! Esti TOTUL! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE ADOR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-2789049614164633195?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/2789049614164633195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/doamne-te-iubesc-tu-ma-iubesti-cum.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2789049614164633195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2789049614164633195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/doamne-te-iubesc-tu-ma-iubesti-cum.html' title='Te Iubesc Doamne'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-5991501839573330657</id><published>2009-10-20T18:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:15:30.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TATA, un cuvant si o persoana care ne marcheaza viata, si ceea ce suntem. De mici , suntem invatati si simtim autoritatea si puterea ce o exprima un tata. Poate a fost primul tau cuvant! Momente minunate petrecute impreuna, sau poate nu ai avut parte de acel brat care sa te plimbe prin ploaie, furtuna, soare sau curcubeu. Poate iti e dor de imbratisarea ferma de tata, sau un sarut pe frunte alaturi de un ¨Sunt mandru de tine!¨. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eu am un tata minunat, momentele ce mi le aduc aminte alaturi de el au fost minunate. Privirea lui ferma vocea plina de siguranta, rasete, jocuri, invataturi. Toate astea, au fost pana la un moment dat; a plecat...pentru ca noi sa avem sansa la o viata mai buna, undeva unde, se castiga mai bine... De pe la 13 ani, ma conformam cu a-i auzi vocea, desi aveam nevoie de autoritatea lui. Poate si baietii dar eu stiu, ca fata, cautam mereu ceva puternic, o stanca, un brat, autoritate; cautam o dragoste de tata. Nu stiu daca stii ce inseamna sa tanjesti dupa a-i auzi mustrarea inca o data macar. Poate toata viata ai avut parte de un tata, poate era prea aspru, sau era absent. Poate nu aveai voie nimic, dar a fost acolo sa te tina de brat atunci cand cazi! A fost acolo cand te-ai prabusit. Poate ai avut un tata alcoolic, sau care nu era acasa niciodata, un tata pe care nu ti l-ai fi dorit niciodata. Dar l-ai avut langa tine. Nu poti sa intelegi ce zic, daca nu traiesti. Stiu, poate gandesti ...decat asa, mai bine deloc. Nu pretuiesti ceea ce ai decat dupa ce il pierzi. Eu nu mi-am pierdut tatal, dar mi-as fi dorit sa stau mai mult in prezenta sa. Ma simteam singura, parasita parca, simteam o rana in inima tot mai intensa. Anii treceau, si in absenta lui, starea mea interioara se reflecta in exterior prin reactii haotice. Parca ma transformam.. cautam in orice, un fel de alinare pentru starea mea. Dar, cineva ma privea cu dragoste! Am intalnit un TATA care imi este alaturi tot timpul. Mi-a aratat dragostea Sa, ma poarta cu siguranta prin viata si ma mangaie cand ranile ma dor. Un TATA, care m-a iubit inca dinainte sa fiu; un TATA care m-a tesut in frumusete, dragoste, minune si maiestrie. Creatorul meu! TATAL sufletului meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;El m-a invatat sa merg , sa ma ridic cand am cazut, sa zbor spre zari albastre...Nu ma gandeam ca cineva imi poate oferi ceea ce credeam pierdut. Nu ma gandeam ca voi putea simti dragostea la acest nivel. Stiam ca inaintea Lui pot plange, pot rade, pot canta, ma iubeste, ma iarta, ma vindeca. Ma ridica din mocirla, ma curata. Are incredere in mine, imi vegheaza pasii si lupta pentru mine! Ma numeste copilul Sau, chiar daca eu L-am dezamagit! Imi e dor de tatal meu, dar TATAL ceresc, mi-a umplut golul inimii cu dragoste cereasca! Stiu ca ranile dor, dar nu esti singur niciodata! Stiu ca atunci cand cazi, poate te gasesti singur, dar El e acolo! Daca ai parte de un tata care iti e alaturi, pretuieste-l si paseste si alaturi de TATAL ceresc! Daca nu e langa tine tatal tau, paseste cu incredere, pentru ca ai langa tine un TATA care te vrea cu disperare, un TATA care te-a creat si care lupta pentru tine, ai un brat puternic, ai dragoste. Nu incerca in alta parte, caci nu vei gasi ceea ce cauti, ceea ce ai nevoie. Doar TATAL poate sa iti mangaie inima, sa iti stearga lacrimile, sa iti incurajeze pasii si sa te invaluie in dragoste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TATA, cuvantul care iti da tarie, siguranta si indrazneala. Nu exista orfani, pentru ca toti avem un TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-5991501839573330657?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/5991501839573330657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/tata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/5991501839573330657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/5991501839573330657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/tata.html' title='Tata'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-1074031334413749529</id><published>2009-10-19T17:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:38:40.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial/Esenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De mica m-am visat ... o printesa; eram inconjurata de fete de plastic, si doream sa devin si eu una...doream sa devin o Barbie girl ...:) Tu nu? Sau poate tu ai visat sa devii Spiderman, sau un gen de supererou recunoscut in tot orasul, toata tara, sau poate chiar pe taram international. Am crescut, si an dupa an, vedeam tot mai mult exterior, si interiorul devenea invizibil, de fapt, interiorul nici nu exista. Toti luptam ca o turma de fiinte oarbe, pentru a ajunge ceva, cineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daca nu aveai ultimul tip de papuci, sau daca iti luau si tie parintii ceva imitatie(pentru ca salarul lor se limita la minim pe economie, desi tu nu vroiai sa intelegi...ca atata este), erai fake...si ti se dadea peste nas cu asta; te simteai marginalizat si ofensat.Te inteleg, am trecut pe acolo, de fapt eu iti zic exact prin ce am trecut eu. Eram disperata sa arat ca eu sunt cineva, dar tiparele in care se incadra acel cineva erau GRESITE. Ma interesa mai mult sa am o bluza din mall, asta dupa o cearta zdravana cu mama si dupa usi trantite , pentru ca...evident..¨eu¨ aveam dreptate, decat sa lupt pentru a fii ceva cu adevarat in interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stiu ca nu sunt singura care a reactionat asa, si stiu ca traim intro lume in care ¨haina¨ face pe om, o lume in care de jur imprejur, tot ce vezi e exterior, si deloc interior, dar oare ce te face pe tine om? ´Faptul ca ai haine trendy, sau caracterul tau daramat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Din ce in ce mai mult ne pierdem sufletul, mintea si ceea ce suntem pentru lucruri exterioare ce se duc. Lucruri materiale, care isi pierd valoarea de la an la an, de la moment la moment, si uitam de ceea ce are cu adevarat valoare. Ne vindem pentru superficial, si uitam sa traim in esenta. Punem pret pe trecator si ceea ce de fapt formeaza fundatia, devine inexistenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fugim de adevar, si ne e frica sa aratam compasiune, dragoste, mila. Suntem furati in fuga prin societate, si uitam de noi. M-am uitat la un film, il recomand, The surogates, eu zic ca isi merita banii. Ce am inteles eu din el? Ca noi, oamenii suntem innebuniti dupa un exterior perfect!! Traim ca roboti si ne conformam sa traim o viata lipsita de sentiment, ne ascundem in spatele exteriorului. Uitam de valoare umana si suntem in stare sa dorim o perfectiune artificiala tocmai pentru a ascunde ceea ce suntem cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumnezeu, ne-a creat in dragoste, sa fim dragoste, avem valoare, pentru ceea ce suntem, nu pentru cum aratam. Esti constient ca peste 20 de ani, nu vei mai arata asa nu?? Si atunci de ce iti pierzi sufletul pentru ceva ce nu are valoare? De cate ori te-ai trezit multumitor pentru modul in care arati? Sau de cate ori ai senzatia ca esti apreciat pentru exterior? De ce isi pierde valoare sufletul? Ma intreb de ce nu as putea oare eu sa apreciez ceea ce are valoare la cei din jur??  De atatea ori intalnesc persoane duplicitare...FII TU!! Pune valoare pe ceea ce esti tu cu adevarat! Pe ceea ce Dumnezeu a creat cu dragoste! Esti creatia Lui si te-a creat dupa chipul si asemanarea Sa! Cladeste-ti sufletul si caracterul pe stanca, consolideaza-ti fundatia! Daram-o daca e nevoie si construieste din nou! Pune pret pe ceea ce are valoare daruieste esenta si traieste in ea! Lasa-te invaluit in divinitate si paseste cu pasiune pentru valoare. Lupta sa ai stalpii esentiali: CARACTER, DRAGOSTE, CREDINTA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CARACTERUL CONTEAZA, CARACTERUL PRIMEAZA, pana la urma, ceea ce conteaza va ramane, si de ce sa nu fie de valoare? Lasa-L pe El sa te slefuiasca si sa scoata in evidenta minunatia si lumina unui diamant de mare pret, pe care il porti in interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-1074031334413749529?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/1074031334413749529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-mica-m-am-visat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/1074031334413749529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/1074031334413749529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-mica-m-am-visat.html' title='Superficial/Esenta'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-2500176838916375626</id><published>2009-10-18T03:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:29:27.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.imageshack.us/img2/4341/37790218f859300m3.jpg" border="0" width="336" height="280" alt="BannerFans.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-2500176838916375626?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/2500176838916375626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/bannerfanscom.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2500176838916375626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/2500176838916375626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/bannerfanscom.html' title=''/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-4614492698534854450</id><published>2009-10-17T15:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:25:30.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc .I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ce frumos e totul! Nu e roz, dar e minunat. Nu crede ca spun prin asta ca totul e perfect, desi ...este! Nu e perfectiunea asta ce o cautam toti, e ceva ..special. Nu am stiut pana acuma ceva timp ce inseamna sa te conformezi cu momentul prin care treci, sa te lupti cu nemultumirea si sa te lasi 100% in mana Lui. Sunt momente cand in viata treci prin gropi, si esti singur, sau cel putin asa te vezi.  Dar El e acolo, si te tine de mana, te ajuta sa te ridici cand cazi, sa escaladezi, sa te cufunzi, te ajuta sa pasesti. Chiar atunci cand nu crezi ca mai ai speranta, El e acolo, si te ajuta.Nu esti singur. De asta spun, e minunat, sa nu fii singur...NICIODATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Niciodata nu am fost multumitoare pentru ce am avut, desi eram cosntienta ca sunt atatia altii care nu au nici cat mine. Ma misca de fiecare data cand vedeam persoane cu nevoi mai mari decat mine si care treceau prin viata, cand vedeam biruitori in lupta. Am luptat mereu sa am mai mult decat altii, sa fiu superioara, poate si pentru ca de multe ori nu am avut ce mi-am dorit, si am vazut asta ca pe un handicap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nu imi dadeam seama ca ceea ce conteaza de fapt mai mult, aveam, DRAGOSTEA LUI. Eram de multe ori ambitioasa dar in lucruri care nu au valoare, luptam pentru lucruri fara de pret si alergam inainte fara a stii punctul de oprire. Stiu ca Dumnezeu m-a trecut prin fiecare loc si prin fiecare moment in viata cu un scop! Stiu ca a slefuit bucata cu bucata parti din mine, si stiu ca inca mai e mult drum de parcurs. Inca nu reusesc sa fiu 100% multumitoare, si inca ma rog pentru asta. Inca imi doresc mult mai mult decat s-ar putea, si chiar daca le primesc parca imi doresc mai mult. Dumnezeu lucreaza la viata mea, Il simt, simt cum imi da o pace, cum ma alina, cum ma face sa vad si sa simt lucruri importante cu adevarat. Ma face sa imi dau seama ca nu a avea totul aici pe pamant are valoare, ci ceea ce esti, si in cine crezi, caracterul si dragostea sunt lucruri mai depret. El e ceea ce conteaza si daca nu il am pe El, degeaba am restul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am dragoste, si prin dragoste, am viata. Ma rog pentru un caracter puternic, cladit in lumina Lui, ma rog pentru o intelepciune divina, si pentru o credinta desavarsita. Ma rog ca Domnul sa faca din mine, un diamant stralucitor, prin care sa se reflecte Dragostea, Maretia, Slava si Inteleciunea Lui, sa fiu o reflectie a Lui, aici, pe pamant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-4614492698534854450?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/4614492698534854450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-iubesc-i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/4614492698534854450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/4614492698534854450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-iubesc-i.html' title='Te iubesc .I.'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-7968564483171986479</id><published>2009-10-17T00:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:58:55.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca un chibrit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tocmai am aprins un chibrit si m-a dus cu gandul la viata. La viata mea..si poate si a ta.De atatea ori am aprins un chibrit cu scopul de a aprinde aragazul, dar se stingea pe parcurs. Compar aceasta cu viata, pentru ca de multe ori ma sitng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   De cand L-am cunsocut stiu ca trebuie sa ard si sa duc flacara aprinsa pana la sfarsit.Dar de multe ori ma sting. De prea multe ori. Dar El ma REAPRINDE de fiecare data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Sunt dati cand flacara se aprinde puternic, arde frumos, da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r se stinge indata. Ma gandesc la momentele cand am pornit pe Cale entuziasmata si plina de curaj si indrazneala, dar ma sting dupa primii pasi. Sau cand flacara dureaza mai mult, dar cu acelasi rezultat...se stinge.E ca un foc de tabara: cu cat pui mai multe lemne si cu cat esti mai consecvent, focul arde-mai bine, mai mult. Cand ai incetat, se stinge treptat, pana ramane doar jarul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Doamne, ajuta-ma sa ard cu un foc viu, caci nu vreau sa fiu jar. Vreau ca flacara sa arda atat de tare, incat sa topeasca gheata, sa darame ziduri si sa sparga pietre.Sa transmit foc prin viata mea , prin zambet, prin dragoste, prin CARACTER. Sa fiu flacara aprinsa a DRAGOSTEI TALE, pe pamant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-7968564483171986479?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/7968564483171986479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/ca-un-chibrit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/7968564483171986479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/7968564483171986479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/ca-un-chibrit.html' title='Ca un chibrit'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-6243006663688820673</id><published>2009-10-17T00:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:59:48.621+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Print, nu cersetor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Am fost legat de pamant, mocirla.Am luptat pentru mizerie si traiam in ea. Stiu ca inca de cand nici nu existam, Tu mi-ai pregatit viata. Ai tesut carari care ma duceau spre Tine.M-ai vrut in bratul Tau!Ai luptat pentru mine, si m-ai transformat din CERSETOR in PRINT.miai inlocuit hainele rupte cu invaluiri curate, nepretuite.Ai rupt lanturile ce ma tineau prizionier.Mi-ai vindecat trupul, sufletul si inima, sunt NOU prin Tine! M-ai pus la dreapta Ta si mi-ai zis ca sunt FIU DE REGE! m-am nascut din Dragostea TA nemarginita, si traiesc prin ea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;       Acum sunt aici, Ma tii pe brate, ma porti printre umbre sa arat LUMINA TA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;       M-ai pus aici, sa arat celorlalti, ca poti sa fii mai mult decat CERSETOR, poti fii FIU DE REGE; poti FII PRINT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-6243006663688820673?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/6243006663688820673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-fost-legat-de-pamant-mocirla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/6243006663688820673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/6243006663688820673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-fost-legat-de-pamant-mocirla.html' title='Print, nu cersetor'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-5444845221891161898</id><published>2009-10-14T19:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:24:07.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vals, cu Mirele</title><content type='html'>Valsul- dansul pe care nu trebuie sa il inveti ci sa il simti si sa te lasi purtat. E ca si cum ai pluti ca o frunza in bataia vantului.E o imbratisare plina de dragoste, forta si siguranta care te poarta pe tot ringul.Rochii pline de gratie care parca lasa in aer un parfum special.O urma de farmec.Imi imaginez viata ca un vals.Intrarea pe ring in sustinerea acelor maini calde ce m-au crescut. Mersul spre locul de intalnire cu El...Mirele.Si la un moment dat, viata parca incetineste si imi aud bataile inimiii atat de intens incat pot crede ca pluteste in jurul meu.E momentul cand EL apare in viata mea. O reverenta- corpul plecat, si o inima confuza.Privesc la rochia mea, si e atat de murdara, josnica, incomparabila cu albul Mirelui.Ma vad ca pe o ¨Cenusareasa¨, desculta, prafuita, lipsita de culoare, viata, dragoste.Atunci ma imbratiseaza.Ma invaluie.Ma invita la dans si ma cuprinde in fericire, pace , speranta.Insasi Dragostea ma ia de mana tremuranda. Facem un pas, doi , trei. Inima impreuna cu intreaga-mi fiinta se scufunda in emotii pana cand suav cu o mangaiere sfanta imi ridica fata plecata.Ma priveste in ochi si imi spune: INDRAZNESTE! AI INCREDERE, SI UMREAZA-MI PASII! LASA-TE CONDUSA! 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-4988612141366783955</id><published>2009-01-15T08:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:15:27.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imbratisare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunatate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suflet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieten'/><title type='text'>Suflet insetat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW7wjf38FyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-ZqwtfWBkKw/s1600-h/20051217212657_hands_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW7wjf38FyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-ZqwtfWBkKw/s200/20051217212657_hands_friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291431104849123106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit si parca aveam o sete de bunatate in mine, in sufletul meu.O bunatate sfanta, speciala; care topeste cea mai inghetata inima, care inmoaie cel mai intarit suflet. Imi e dor sa vad priviri pline de dragoste si bunatate, imbratisari fierbinti, incurajari pline de speranta. Lumea in care traiesc e tot mai pustie si suflete se plimba pe strazi intunecose pentru a mai gasi un PRIETEN. Un suflet il cauta pe altul, cu speranta de a gasi o farama de bunatate, de iubire. Imi e dor sa privesc ochi luminati de stralucirea sufletului, si zambete de culoare. Imi e dor sa aud rasete cristaline. Imi e dor de copilaría primilor pasi, de revederile cu rasarit; de imbratisari invaluite de miresmele iubirii, de mana intinsa pentru a-mi ridica intreaga-mi fiinta, de lacrimile de fericire ce de mult au strabatut obrazul, de mangaierea calda si plina de fiori. Imi e dor sa gasesc dragoste.Imi e greu sa o tot caut. Am gasit-o…e la El…Dumnezeul meu e dragoste, dragoste trebuie sa fiu si EU. Lasa-ma  sa te pot privi cu ochi plini de lumina si patrunde in stralucirea ei, in suflet; lasa-ma sa iti zambesc atat de colorat incat viata ta sa devina un curcubeu. Lasa-ma sa te imbratisez cu mireasma dulce a iubirii, sa iti intind mana de care ai nevoie pentru a te ridica. Vreau sa imi auzi rasul sufletului si sa radem impreuna, hai sa facem pasi de copii pe Cale, si sa asteptam rasaritul pentru a-L revedea. Vreau sa plangem impreuna de fericirea regasirii; sa iti mangai sufletul cand esti in furtuni. Lasa.ma sa te iubesc cu o dragoste sfanta, suflet drag caci ai obosit sa cauti dragostea. Gaseste-o la El, la Dumnezeu. Si impreuna sa iubim suflete, care tanjesc dupa bunatate, iubire. Sunt aici pentru tine, dar am nevoie de tine, pentru a fi aici. Avem nevoie de El, pentru a FI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-4988612141366783955?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/4988612141366783955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/01/suflet-insetat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/4988612141366783955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/4988612141366783955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/01/suflet-insetat.html' title='Suflet insetat'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW7wjf38FyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-ZqwtfWBkKw/s72-c/20051217212657_hands_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963451064497733161.post-7560913587049987050</id><published>2009-01-14T12:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:24:53.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>El...si eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3nfb9COFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0_uQmOxpyB0/s1600-h/articole_haioase_0126260001192005858470c90e21ed42091118045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3nfb9COFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0_uQmOxpyB0/s320/articole_haioase_0126260001192005858470c90e21ed42091118045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291139664495917138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc adeseori gandindu-ma la..ultima data cand am stat de vorba cu El..uneori trec zile, alteori ore. Ma gandesc la cat de murdar poti fi…nefacand nimic in mod special. Ma gandesc la clipele care trec, si nu fac NIMIC pentru EL. Alteori as vrea sa fac de tóate, dar ca un pui de vrabie ma avant in inalt, si ma prabusesc; renunt cu frica de a nu-i deziluziona pe cei din jur. Am ambitie, dar imi e frica de esec. Am motivatie, dar imi e greu sa pornesc. Imi dau seama cat de putin privesc spre cer, cat de putin stau la mangaierea razelor de soare. Cat de putin stau cu adevarat la picioarele Lui si ascult voia Lui in tóate. Oh, putin din ceea ce sunt …prea putin. Ma iubeste, ma mangaie, ma imbratiseaza.Nu este lacrima pe care sa nu o stearga, durere sa nu o aline, rani sa nu le vindece. O dragoste perfecta. O dragoste care ma face tot mai mult sa stralucesc; o dragoste care imi coloreaza aripile tot mai frumos si mai viu.O dragoste pe care doar in El o gasesc, si care e acolo mereu.&lt;br /&gt; Ma gandesc la o carte, la un basm…la o viata. Pagini albe asteapta sa fie scrise, un stilou special, invaluit in dragoste, viata, culoare. Pasi pe carari, Imparatia fermecata. Un suflet mort peste care se revarsa  suflari de viata, aripi pline de speranta si o noua fiinta. Un suflet cautand elixirul vietii vesnice, calea spre Imparatie si pe Imparatul imparatilor. Toate sunt gasite prin El…Salvatorul. Noi aventuri spre necuprins…acum- un cavaler in arumura, inainte- un suflet ratacit. O noua poveste de dragoste intre pamant si cer, povestea mea de dragoste cu Dumnezeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963451064497733161-7560913587049987050?l=butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/feeds/7560913587049987050/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/01/elsi-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/7560913587049987050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963451064497733161/posts/default/7560913587049987050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflymadebygod.blogspot.com/2009/01/elsi-eu.html' title='El...si eu'/><author><name>God´s Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16405248536967239054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3sQk7YNkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_BYnf6eTNaQ/S220/poze_notite_5277.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IP8XB5HIMYw/SW3nfb9COFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0_uQmOxpyB0/s72-c/articole_haioase_0126260001192005858470c90e21ed42091118045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
