<?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-4439152330256940463</id><updated>2012-01-30T09:19:40.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horea Sibișteanu - Povești Urbane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-1549739426263177725</id><published>2011-12-26T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:40:41.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doamna cu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Probabil ca mai toti aveti in scara, sau daca nu sunteti atat de norocosi, cunoasteti pe cineva care are, o &lt;b&gt;Doamna cu pisici&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domna cu pisici e aca femeie singura, fara familiei si prieteni, doar cu picisi- cel mai de pret lucru pe care il are pe aceasta lume. Se intampla de multe ori ca doamna cu pisici sa stea la parter, insa nu este o regula. Regula este ca are prea multe pisici pentru apartamentul mic si vechi in care sta, si miroase ingrozitor, nu numai in casa, ci si pe casa scarii. Doamna cu pisici e acea doamna, care o sa fie gasita moarta, la o saptamna, din cauza mirosului, mancata de picile flamande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista si in Japonia aceasta doamna, am vazut-o in drumul meu de la camin pana in statie. E la un parter de duplex, mereu la geam, cu o pisica in brate si alta langa geam. Insa nu domna cu pisica m-a impresionat aici, ci alte tipuri de doamne cu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMIOuW7Sej4/Tvk4JcvSa0I/AAAAAAAADzU/0JxqnNyyjRk/s1600/dressedDog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMIOuW7Sej4/Tvk4JcvSa0I/AAAAAAAADzU/0JxqnNyyjRk/s320/dressedDog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Doamna cu un catel&lt;/b&gt;. Probabil ca aceasta doamna nu a putut avea copii sau iubeste copii prea mult si nu are nepoti. Am vazut-o de nenumarate ori, in in persoane diferite, insa cu acelasi comportament. E acea doamna care are un catel, de obicei un catel micut: bijon, pechinez (&lt;a href="http://www.infocaini.ro/rase-de-caini/rasa/chin-japonez"&gt;in special unul specific japonez&lt;/a&gt;), canin terrier sau alte rase de caini mici, ce care il imbraca cu hainute de caine sau palarioare. De obicei, catelusul nici nu merge pentru ca este tinut fie in brate, fie are un carut pentru ei. &amp;nbsp;Poza este de pe net, insa este reala, pentru ca este imaginea unui blog ce vinde haine de catei in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W-mNUnIyQ4/Tvk57Nd1okI/AAAAAAAADzs/J__Tm2gKRi0/s1600/Azawakh_male_Greboun_de_Garde-Epee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W-mNUnIyQ4/Tvk57Nd1okI/AAAAAAAADzs/J__Tm2gKRi0/s200/Azawakh_male_Greboun_de_Garde-Epee.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Tth77zF0Y/Tvk5nMZOk9I/AAAAAAAADzg/OeCf_k1OgJU/s1600/0460f3cf6d5486ed3af7d48e92f25263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Tth77zF0Y/Tvk5nMZOk9I/AAAAAAAADzg/OeCf_k1OgJU/s200/0460f3cf6d5486ed3af7d48e92f25263.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt; Doamna cu n caini (n&amp;gt;,=3)&lt;/b&gt;. Nu atat de raspandite ca doamna cu un caine (chinuit) este doamna cu mai multi caini. Am vazut doamne cu 3, 4, 6 caini. Plimbandu-i pe toti odata, toti aceasi rasa si acelasi fel. De obicei sunt ogari, in diferitelel lor tipuri sau caini gen Lesie, in toate deriviatiile posibile.Caini urati, mari, supli. De obicei si doamnele astea sunt slabe, imbracate sport si au un mers ciudat, datorat probabil incercarii de a opri cainii ce o fugaresc mai mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLRnJfC_QVU/Tvk7zBbfPSI/AAAAAAAADz4/ECrzgwtz4EQ/s1600/769784_640px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLRnJfC_QVU/Tvk7zBbfPSI/AAAAAAAADz4/ECrzgwtz4EQ/s200/769784_640px.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Domna cu maimuta&lt;/b&gt;. Eu stiu numai o doamna cu maimuta, insa am vazut-o de nenumarate ori. Nu stiu rasa de maimuta, cu greu am gasit-o pe net, e micuta si cu coada lunga. Doamna cu maimuta e o doamna activa. Mereu o vad, cand ma dus spre facultate dimineata, pe bicileta, cu maimuta pe umar sau in cosul de la bicicleta, sau fie pe la o taraba de fructe si legume. Are si niste gusturi ciudate la imbracaminte: pantaloni de fas, un plover tricotat, manusi pana la cot, palarie de fas cu o brosa &amp;nbsp;prinsa de ea. Insa nu poti fi prea sanatos la cap sa sa ai o maimuta ca animal de companie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RbX40VTFQI/Tvk9fAxTxOI/AAAAAAAAD0E/sQik3mr0cSg/s1600/lesa-iepure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RbX40VTFQI/Tvk9fAxTxOI/AAAAAAAAD0E/sQik3mr0cSg/s200/lesa-iepure.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Domna cu iepure&lt;/b&gt;. Domna cu iepure am vazut-o intr-o seara, cand ma intorceam de la scoala. Ea m-a facut sa imi amintesc de acest blog si sa ma faca sa scriu acest articol aici, unde se potriveste cel mai bine, si nu pe &lt;a href="http://horeasibisteanu.blogspot.com/"&gt;celalalt&lt;/a&gt;. Mergea agale in acea seara friguroasa, iar in fata ei, in lesa, cu ham, sarea un iepure. La inceput nu mi-a venit sa cred... Mai stiu persoane ce au iepure ca animal de companie, dar il tin in cusca. Insa doamna, mai miloasa, cred ca il lasa liber in casa, si il socate in oras, ca pe un caine, in lesa. Am descoperit ca exista magazine ce vand lese pentru caini si in Romania (acolo am gasit imaginea) insa nu am vazut pe nimeni sa iasa cu iepurasul la plimbare. Poate va fi un nou trend pentru pitipoance. Vor renunta la bijon si vor iesii cu iepurasul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul a simtit mereu nevoia afectivitatii, iar atunci cand ramane singur, isi ia un animal de companie. De obicei suntem invatati cu catei si pisici, alese in functie de personalitate. Insa daca esti mai special, ai nevoi mai speciale, asa apar si aceste categorii iesite din comun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-1549739426263177725?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1549739426263177725/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=1549739426263177725' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/1549739426263177725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/1549739426263177725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2011/12/doamna-cu.html' title='Doamna cu...'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMIOuW7Sej4/Tvk4JcvSa0I/AAAAAAAADzU/0JxqnNyyjRk/s72-c/dressedDog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-359915926050300375</id><published>2010-11-08T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:33:03.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strada Sf Teodor Iasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Se spune ca degeaba esti student in Iasi daca nu ai mancat macar odata shaworma la Woarda.&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut de cateva ori pe strada unde banuiam ca e Warda, dar am trecut noaptea, cand ma intorceam de la Pim-ul de pe Independentei si niciodata nu am fost curios sa ma uit unde anume e acest fast-food.&lt;br /&gt;Stiam ca e al unui arab si ca mereu e full si ca este foarte amabil cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite cum in seara asta s-a ivit ocazia sa merg. Ral trebuia sa ia o shaworma pentru cineva si am zis ca merg cu ea. O iei pe strada de langa UMF si mergi inconjurand zidurile universitatii. La un moment dat ne-am oprit si am luat-o pe jos. Strada are cladiri vechi, de mahala de secol 19, patratoase, cu geamuri mari si balconase mici din fier forjat. Majoritatra imobilor sunt drapanate si la parter e cate un mic barulet. Pe strada intunecoasa nu era nici un roman. Numai arabi si negri. Un barulet frumos pictat in rosu mi-a sarit in ochi. M-am uitat pe geam si inauntru erau numai negri. Apoi era un market cu cativa arabi inauntru, cateva cafenele cu narghilea si intr-un loc multe masini parcate. Sigur acolo era. O locatie mica cu faianta pe jos si full. Fum si miros de carne. Ne-a intampinat patronul si ne-a zis ca nu sunt locuri. Am zis ca luam la pachet si ne-a zambit. In fata noastra era la rand o negresa si un arab iar la mese nu cred ca erau prea multi romani.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am intors la masina si eu am decis sa mananc shaworma in strada. Parcasem langa o initrare intunecata in una dintre cladiri. Mirosea usor a urina dar nu ma deranja. Aveam in gura cea mai buna shaworma pe care am mancat-o vreodata. Din scara intunecoasa a iesit o femeie, si a aruncat un lighian cu scursuri. Apoi de pe alta usa a iesit o tigancusa ce vorbea la telefon. Era o alta lume, un alt oras. Parca uitat de lume, ca un micro oras, cum sunt orasele chinezesti in marile orase Americane, asa la Iasi e aceasta strada, Sf. Teodor, o strada unica in Iasi si de ce nu in Romania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-359915926050300375?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/359915926050300375/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=359915926050300375' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/359915926050300375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/359915926050300375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/11/strada-sf-teodor-iasi.html' title='Strada Sf Teodor Iasi'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-4560714970767019962</id><published>2010-09-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:33:39.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacaul pe ploaie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Bacaul ne aduce aminte de Bacovia, toamna, cand ploua. Nu m vazut niciodata un oras atat de trist ca Bacaul pe ploaie. Toate culorile se transforma in griuri si nimic nu mai straluceste. Cand ploua orasule acaparat de oceata usoara de care nu iti dai seama decat cand te uiti in zare si totusi ea e, lasand ca totul sa fie difuz si trist. Tot orasul in plange pe Bacovia, cladirie, pomii, tot ce ne inconjoara, ii da dreptate. E urat si trist. Iti vine sa fugi, dar nu ai putere, te mananca de viu, te stoarce de energie si te intoarce pe dos. Daca vezi orasul asta pe ploaie nu osa iti placa, o sa ii vezi  fata rea, o sa il vezi diavolicesc, mort si putrezit, un zombie ce se hraneste cu energiile locuitorilor.&lt;br /&gt;Am fugit de oras azi pentru ca ma omora incet. Peste tot e urat pe ploaie dar ca in Bacau nu e nicaieri. Aici, la tara, unde sunt acum, e pitoresc pe ploaie, vezi verdele padurii si totusi distingi culorile, nuca orasul pe care l-am lasat in urma, ce era mancat de griul cetii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, ploua cum n-am mai vazut...&lt;br /&gt;Si grele talangi adormite,&lt;br /&gt;Cum suna sub suri invechite!&lt;br /&gt;Cum suna in sufletu-mi mut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plansul talangii cand ploua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce enervare pe gand!&lt;br /&gt;Ce zi primitiva de tina!&lt;br /&gt;O bolnava fata vecina&lt;br /&gt;Racneste la ploaie, razand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plansul talangii cand ploua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, ploua... si suna umil&lt;br /&gt;Ca tot ce-i iubire si ura-&lt;br /&gt;Cu-o muzica trista, de gura,&lt;br /&gt;Pe-aproape s-aude-un copil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plansul talangii cand ploua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce basme talangile spun!&lt;br /&gt;Ce lume-asa goala de vise!&lt;br /&gt;... Si cum sa nu plangi in abise,&lt;br /&gt;Da, cum sa nu mori si nebun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plansul talangii cand ploua!&lt;br /&gt;(George Bacovia - Ploua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-4560714970767019962?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4560714970767019962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=4560714970767019962' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4560714970767019962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4560714970767019962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/09/bacaul-pe-ploaie.html' title='Bacaul pe ploaie'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-5119760135794743692</id><published>2010-08-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:33:54.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nu imi place mai de loc vara. Poate pentru ca sunt nascut iarna si nu suport calura sau poate ca vara e prea monotona. Anotimpul meu preferat e primavara insa si vara are frumosetea ei.&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care imi place vara in oras sunt terasele. Ce sa iti placa in rest, cand e cald de se topeste asfaltul sub picioare, cand fara aier conditionat nu poti traii sau cand iarba e galbena de la seceta si caldura.&lt;br /&gt;E atat de placut sa iesi pe inserat la o terasa pe marginea strazii sau undeva mai retras.&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare an am avut cate o terasa unde ne faceam veacul, fie ca era "pe trotuar la Subway" sau "in curte la gelaterie" sau pe "terasa de rockeri de la mall", in fiecare vara, cand ajungeam acasa aveam unde sa merg.&lt;br /&gt;Vara asta inca nu mi-am gasit terasa. Pe trotuar nu imi mai place, e prea aglomerat, in curte acum e fitza maxima, iar terasa piratiol de la mall nu mai exista.&lt;br /&gt;In Iasi ador sa merg pe terasa la Master, printre copaci sau de ce nu la Corso.&lt;br /&gt;E frumos la terasa, e parca mai racoare si e umbra si poti sa bei ceva comod pe un scaun sau o canapea. Nu e fum ca in majoritatea barurilor plus ca ai o deschidere spre priveliste mult mai dinamica. Te uiti la cine vine pe terasa sau la cine e pe strada, poti barfii pe cineva sau te poti acunde cand vezi pe cineva pe strada si nu vrei sa te vada.&lt;br /&gt;Cat e sezon e fain la terasa insa toamna devine deprimant. Ar fi frumos sa existe si iarna terase, ca in tarile nordice, sa iti dea o patura cu care sa te infofolesti sa sa ai scaune cu blanuri pe ele, sa bei un ceai fierbinte in zapada, sa te uiti la apa inghetata si sa pleci mai departe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-5119760135794743692?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5119760135794743692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=5119760135794743692' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/5119760135794743692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/5119760135794743692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/08/terase.html' title='Terase'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-718499061971710200</id><published>2008-12-28T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:34:12.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Imi place albul, si nu pentru ca il imi sugereaza curatenie. Curat poate sa fie si alta culoare, albul imi sugereaza stil, eleganta, clasa. O camasa alba mi se pare eleganta, o haina alba, sau orice alb.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa vad orasul alb, dupa ce a nins. E atat de frumos. Dispare monotonul gri si este inlocuit de alb. Ce-i drept ca pe strada se face mizieri imediat si ca trotoarele se innegresc si ele, dar fostele spatii verzi, ce pana de curand erau pamanturi inghetate se albesc. Albul se ajeaza pe orice postamen, gaseste oriune un loc unde sa fie zapada. Aseara, la -7 grade m-am plibat pe centru si prin parc. Era alb, era atat de frumos si de elegant. Imi inspira ceva, parca din roamanele clasice rusesti. Si desigur ca la acel alb al zapezii si la acel frig, un vin fiert a completat peisajul...&lt;br /&gt;Ce frumos e orasul alb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-718499061971710200?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/718499061971710200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=718499061971710200' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/718499061971710200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/718499061971710200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/12/alb.html' title='Alb'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-2635071033088286307</id><published>2008-12-18T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:35:27.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luminite de sarbatori... in Iasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A durat ceva pana sa scriu acest articol pe care il asteptam de mult. Nu am masina in Iasi si din cauza asta nu am ajuns sa vad orasul luminat. Isa aseara am avut ocazia sa ma bucur de luminite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi place la nebunie orasul iarna, in decembrie de fapt. Luminile ce impodobesc orasul, brazii impodobiti si colindele ce rasuna sterg momotonia orasului, ne fac sa uitam de mizerie si de frig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aseara cand am ajuns pe Stefan zburdam de fericire. Ma plimbasem din Tudor, pe Independentei, urcasem Copoul, am vazut bradul din parc, iar apoi am ajuns pe Stefan, unde in plus fata de anul trecut sunt acei turturi ce se pot vedea in poza albastrii, ce erau luminati de o onda de lumina, ce cobora astfel incat iti dadea senzatia de ploaie de lumini. E atat de frumos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In parcul din fata Teatrului National, mobilierul stradal donat de orange, dupa turnarea reclamei de iarna, inca face furori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o astfel de atmosfera, de sarboatoare, uiti de frig si de probleme si te bucuri de sarbatori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abia astept sa vad si Bacaul impodobit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58de564f31f56136" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58de564f31f56136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449858%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A673F2FED3DBBF107443DE14D2F329E4DA9927C.703D096EC5BC0C5F380CEE9BDA5FA419720E2189%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58de564f31f56136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiBHGtROKQn0RskMQRtGmBLDbJc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58de564f31f56136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449858%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A673F2FED3DBBF107443DE14D2F329E4DA9927C.703D096EC5BC0C5F380CEE9BDA5FA419720E2189%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58de564f31f56136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiBHGtROKQn0RskMQRtGmBLDbJc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-2635071033088286307?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=58de564f31f56136&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2635071033088286307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=2635071033088286307' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2635071033088286307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2635071033088286307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/12/luminite-de-sarbatori-in-iasi.html' title='Luminite de sarbatori... in Iasi'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-4123152663943986626</id><published>2008-11-28T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:07:56.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda Strazii</title><content type='html'>Nota: Articolul urmator se refera la persoanele, de centru, nu la cele ce locuiesc in cartiere marginase, la acestea din urma este o alta poveste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca te uiti la Gossip Girl de exemplu, o sa observi moda tinerilor din New York, la fel de extravaganta ca si tinutele gagicilor din Sex in the City.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu e vorba doar de seriale tv si de tendintele marilor case de moda. POti observa tendinta generala chiar in magazinele uzuale.&lt;br /&gt;Se poata culorile. Peste tot sunt propuse haine colorate, imprimeuri mari. Tricouri negre, roz, bleo, verzi cu imprimeuri mari, cu picaciu colorati, cu nebunii colorate, texte urbane sau modele ciudate.&lt;br /&gt;Pantaloni gri cu turul jos sau pantaloni in culori pal, pantofi  cu tot felul de imprimeuri sau culori curajoase si jachete futuriste.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ne-am imbraca toti asa sau macar sa fim mai multi care sa incercam sa ne adaptam acestor tendinte, orasul ar fi mai frumos. Cred ca asta e si ideea, sa colorezi dinamic griul orasului, sa inveselesti atmosfera orasului prin atitudinea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa incercam sa nu mai fim monotoni sa iesim nin griuri, bejuri,din negru si maro si sa incercam ceva mai colorat.&lt;br /&gt;ce spui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-4123152663943986626?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4123152663943986626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=4123152663943986626' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4123152663943986626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4123152663943986626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/11/moda-strazii.html' title='Moda Strazii'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-8782752101146475834</id><published>2008-11-06T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:59:40.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orasul noaptea</title><content type='html'>Imi place mai mult orasul noaptea, cand lumina difuza oferita de becurile ce lumineaza caile, ascunde mizeriile, imperfectiunile si prostul gust. Firmele colorate, lumineaza vitrinele magazinelor, si imbie strada, parcurile sunt romantice la lumina felinarelor iar cladirile vechi, lumiate cu proiectoare sunt mult mai frumoase noaptea. Traficul e mult mai usor de degetat cand vezi multe becuri albe, rosi si galbene.&lt;br /&gt;In totdeauna mi-a placut sa ma plimb noaptea prin oras. Sa observ cum lumina slaba ofera noi valori strazii, copacilor, cladirilor. Cum totul e difuz insa pare mai frumos. Pana si o cocioaba luminata cu un bec suspendat cu un fir de usa pare mai interesanta decat cand ai vedeao ziua darapanata cum e.&lt;br /&gt;E misitc noaptea, e feeric. Insa e si periculos. In ungherele intunecate se ascund tot felul de bolnavi ce iti pot face rau, bolnavi ce se bucura si ei de noapte pentru ca atunci se pot manifesta.&lt;br /&gt;Orasul e total schimbat noaptea, sub semnul lunii, lumea e altfel, e mai libera, regulule nu se aplica ca ziua, nu mai esti incorsetat. Noaptea te dezlantui, noaptea esti mai salbatic, mai exotic.&lt;br /&gt;De aceea orasul e mai frumos noaptea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-8782752101146475834?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8782752101146475834/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=8782752101146475834' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/8782752101146475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/8782752101146475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/11/orasul-noaptea.html' title='Orasul noaptea'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-2300045992650946496</id><published>2008-10-28T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:17:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata din camin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Le vezi de dinafara, mari, impozante, urate. Mult prea putine dintre ele sunt renovate dar oricum ar fii tot impunatoare iti para &amp;gt;parca iti dau o senzatie de expunere totala. Una e sa sta intr-un bloc, unde maxim sunt 6 apartamente pe un etaj si alta e sa locuiesti intr-un camin unde sunt cel utin 30 de camere pe un palier.&lt;br /&gt;Odata ajuns in acea lume, totul se schimba. Te obijnuiesti cu ideea. majoritatea caminelor au bai comuna si daca la inceput ti se pare ciudat, tnte-un final te obijnuiestei fara acea intimitate a undei bai private.&lt;br /&gt;Viata in camin e alttceva, odata intrat acolo totul se schimba, E ceva ce trebuie sa faci macar odata in viata pentru ca e o experienta.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii de aici, cel putin pentru un moment, uita de mizeria de afara si fac ceea ce le place. Doi joaca table pe palier, altul trist isi fumeaza tigara in fine, sprijinit de usa camerei, Cineva merge cu o oala la bucatarie, unii impart pliante, dintr-o camera se aude tare muzica, din alta, zgomoltele de placere ale unei tipe iar altul se uita tare la un film de actiune. Daca vorbesti tare se aude si din afara si din interior, nu poti sa dormi decat cand dorm majoritatea si nu poti sa faci galagie cand ceilalti nu fac. Regul majoritatii este regula principala. &lt;br /&gt;Dimineata femeia de serviciu injura pe cei ce au lasat mizerie pe palieer si nervoasa isi aruncva ustensilele. Cu o seara inainte statusera multi acolo si au povestit despre scoala. Cei mai mici cereau informatiii despre profesori, cei mari le povesteau intamplari cu ei.&lt;br /&gt;Cand se ia netul sau in cel mai rau caz, curentul, se mai aduna toti pe culoar. In rest, grupuri, grupulete, din cand in cand. Aici, nu e baie comuna si nu prea ai de ce iesii pe palier. In camera ta micuta faci ce vrei. Ai net, ai cablu tv, ai apa si caldura. Ce iti mai trebuie?&lt;br /&gt;Fericire? Poate si pe aia o cumperi mai scump sau mai ieftin si te tine mai mult sau mai putin. oricum ce faci acum, nu o sa mai faci niciodata. E ultima sansa, ca student, apoi vin greutatile. Un serviciu, o familie, o casa...&lt;br /&gt;Nu ar trebuii saigti pese de ce e afara, de mizeria de dincolo da viata asta, sa incerci sa traiesti clipa, dar nu poti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-2300045992650946496?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2300045992650946496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=2300045992650946496' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2300045992650946496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2300045992650946496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/10/viata-din-camin.html' title='Viata din camin'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-4870724429405132427</id><published>2008-10-18T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:36:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacau Vs Iasi</title><content type='html'>Primul lucru pe cre l-am observat cand am ajuns in Iasi, de fapt al doilea, ca primul au fost cainii, a fost ca iesenii au ceva cu Bacaul si ca bacauanii sunt cei mai mandrii. Daca un iesean se ia de Bacau, toti bacauanii sar, in schimb un galatean nu ar sarii daca s-ar lua cineva de Galati.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce e atat de special la Bacau? In afara ca e pozitionat cam in centrul Moldovei si are aproape muntele (vezi Slanic Moldova), Bacau a aparut si intr-o droaie de topuri ca top 10 orase curate, orase dinamice, orase scumpe, cu toate ca nu este un oras foarte mare, fiind mai mic ca Iasiul, Galatiul, din moldova.&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul e ca in Bacau lumea e mai dezgetata si mai in ton cu actualitatea, probabil si un pic prea mult fitzoasa, insa daca te obijnuiesti cu asta, ti se pare un lucru normal. In Iasi oamenii sunt mai conservatori si tin mai mult la valorile spirituale, la ideea de familie, sunt mai pudici, mai credinciosi.&lt;br /&gt;La capitolul curatenie si amenajare spatii publice Bacaul intrece multe orase. Bacaul este curat si cochet. Multe parcuri, multe flori, spatii verzi amenajate, strazi asfaltate, troatoare reparate, aproape nici un caine comunitar si multa culoare in schimb ce Iasiul nou este posac, murdar, spatiile verzi nu sunt amenajate iar cainii se plimba in haite prin oras.&lt;br /&gt;Iasiul bate Bacaul la cultura. Nu compari un oras universitar ca Iasiul cu un oras  social ca Bacaul. In afara de un teatru si o filarmonica, aaa si vreo 4 muzee, cultura nu prea e in bacau, cu toate ca aici s-au nascut nume mari ca Bacovia, Beligan insa marele focar de cultura e la Iasi. Iasiul e boem, cand vezi Copoul, atat istorie coboara la vale cu el, de sus de la agronomie pana la fundatie. Strazi intregi pline de patrimonii, istorie si frumusete arhitecturala.&lt;br /&gt;Eu iubesc amandoua orasele. Bacaul e orasul meu, cand il vad, il simt, traiesc alaturi de el, insa Iasiul ma face liber, in Iasi sunt alt om, deschis, liber.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca pentru mine nu exista nici o lupta intrwe Iasi si Bacau, poate intre Bacau si Iasi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-4870724429405132427?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4870724429405132427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=4870724429405132427' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4870724429405132427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/4870724429405132427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/10/bacau-vs-iasi.html' title='Bacau Vs Iasi'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-2521628415950256946</id><published>2008-10-13T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:19:56.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balciul</title><content type='html'>Cred ca notiunea de balci e impamantanita aici, in Balcani. Prin afara exista parcuri de distractie cu rideuri frumos colorate insa la noi vin la sarbatori. Intr-un loc inghesuite, cu preturi mari, se aduna lumea sa  priveasca si sa isi faca curaj sa incerce o nebunie din aia colorata.&lt;br /&gt;Pe rideuri rugina e acoperita cu povesti sf-iste pictate cu speriuri de vopsit, ce inchipuie nave spatiale, meteoriti sau peisaje exotice.&lt;br /&gt;De cand ma stiu mi-au placut. La inceput ma dadeam in "Umbelute", apoi in "Lanturi", in "Dansatoare" iar acum rideul meu preferat e asa numitul "Ciocane".  Nici nu stiu cat de sigure sunt, cand le vad asamblate din remorca unui camion, proptit cu lemne sa nu fuga. Oricum experienta data de adrelanina, invingerea temerilor sunt atuurile acestor rideuri de balci. Nu ezit si accept provocarea unui astfel de loc de distractie cand am ocazi si merita toti banii.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de frumoase seara, colorate cu becuri si atat de sumbre si murdare ziua, cand vezi pe langa ele mizerii ca pahare goale, coji de seminte, ambalaje. Insa de fiecare data anima orasul si-l scot din banalul in care este inconjurat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-2521628415950256946?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2521628415950256946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=2521628415950256946' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2521628415950256946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/2521628415950256946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/10/balciul.html' title='Balciul'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439152330256940463.post-1510120503380479614</id><published>2008-10-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:41:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivatia</title><content type='html'>Orice om erudit a auzit si cunoate ideea de "Estetica a uratului" adusa la noi de Tudor Argezii dar facuta celebra in Franta de Baudelaire. In zilele noste curentul literar este Postmodernismul. Potmodernismul incearca sa ironizeze toate curentele anterioare dar totodata impleteste intr-un singur concept toate aceste concepte trecute. E la moda acum sa adoptii concepte trecute. In arhitectura, in designe-ul de masini, in industria modei, in cinematografie si in muzica dar si in alte domenii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerc acum ca reiau Estetica uratului a lui Arghezii ci sa caut frumoscul in mizeria orasului.&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie un blog pe care nu voi scrie atat de des, ci doar cand voi gasii ceva frumos in griul citadin. Voi folosii si imagini si imi voi xpune si trairile pe care le am intr-o zi in oras.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439152330256940463-1510120503380479614?l=povesteaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1510120503380479614/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439152330256940463&amp;postID=1510120503380479614' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/1510120503380479614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439152330256940463/posts/default/1510120503380479614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povesteaurbana.blogspot.com/2008/10/motivatia.html' title='Motivatia'/><author><name>Horea Sibisteanu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113621037345168893155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AvLDJJZmg2c/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/FByK2SxcFFA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
