<?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-8791379720953883821</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:51:09.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....si restul e tacere......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791379720953883821.post-550839825978897891</id><published>2008-08-22T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:24:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>femeia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SK5pqHmAf-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Tn_RLjVi1dk/s1600-h/my+smyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SK5pqHmAf-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Tn_RLjVi1dk/s320/my+smyle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237239588992352226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi de ce nu suntem apreciate...de ce atunci cand plecam ....doar atunci se recunoaste adevarat valoare a femeii de langa ei....adevaratele calitati....de ce...nu scriu mai mult ci las un poem al lui Adrian Paunezcu sa spuna exact care este locul nostru in lumea aceasta, mi-a atras atentia urmatorul vers...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Suntem veriga firului de ata....In fiecare lant facut din doi..."&lt;/span&gt; frumoasa metafora penntru a defini o relatie...un lant facut din doi...sa vedem cati dintre noi vor ajunge sa faca parte dintr-un "lant" si sa fie cu adevarat fericiti.....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  Cantec femeiesc&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    de Adrian Paunescu&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    Asa e mama si a fost bunica&lt;br /&gt;    Asa suntem femei langa femei&lt;br /&gt;    Parem nimic si nu-nsemnam nimica&lt;br /&gt;    Doar niste ele ce-i slujesc pe ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ei neglijenti, iar ele foarte calme&lt;br /&gt;    Ei incurcand ce ele limpezesc&lt;br /&gt;    Ei numai talpi si ele numai palme&lt;br /&gt;    Acesta e destinul femeiesc.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    Si-n fond, ce fac femeile pe lume?&lt;br /&gt;    Nimic maret, nimic impunator.&lt;br /&gt;    Schimbandu-si dupa ei si drum si nume&lt;br /&gt;    Pun lucrurile iar la locul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cu-atatia pasi ce au facut prin casa&lt;br /&gt;    Si pentru care plata nici nu cer&lt;br /&gt;    De-ar fi pornit pe-o cale glorioasa&lt;br /&gt;    Ar fi ajuns si dincolo de cer.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    Ei fac ce fac si tot ce fac se vede&lt;br /&gt;    Ba strica mult si ele-ndreapta tot&lt;br /&gt;    Si de aceea nimeni nu le crede&lt;br /&gt;    Cand cad, imbatranesc si nu mai pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Asa e mama si a fost bunica&lt;br /&gt;    Si ca ele maine eu voi fi.&lt;br /&gt;    Ce facem noi, femeile? Nimica,&lt;br /&gt;    Decat curat si uneori copii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Suntem veriga firului de ata&lt;br /&gt;    In fiecare lant facut din doi&lt;br /&gt;    E greu cu noi femeile in viata&lt;br /&gt;    Dar este imposibil fara noi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791379720953883821-550839825978897891?l=restuletacere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/550839825978897891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791379720953883821&amp;postID=550839825978897891' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/550839825978897891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/550839825978897891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/2008/08/femeia.html' title='femeia...'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SK5pqHmAf-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Tn_RLjVi1dk/s72-c/my+smyle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791379720953883821.post-3733147777318383088</id><published>2008-05-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:24:16.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perplexie" Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>Mai sunt doua zile...doua zile pana la marea....marea minciuna...ca sa ma exprim elegant...&lt;br /&gt;Repet frustrarea mea de proaspat absolvent a unei facultatii de stat....aparent mai buna si mai performanta, din punctul de vedere al beneficiarilor primari ai acestei institutii, studentii, neglijati in fiecare moment si in fiecare situatie , in acesti 4 ani....&lt;br /&gt;Nu am auzit nici un candidat care sa se adreseze, prin programul propus de el, proapetilor absolventi...sau studentilor....nu reprezentam public tinta pentru candidatii zilelor noastre....pacat..se presupunem ca suntem viitorul tarii...&lt;br /&gt;Domnilor se intrevad, daca nu sunt prezente in acest momente,probleme cu forta de munca la nivelul Romaniei, in sectorul sanitar, constructii, industrie etc....si oare cum doriti sa ne "fidelizati", cum doriti sa ne dorim sa ramanem la noi in tara si sa punem fiecare umarul la constructia unei "Romanii prospere"...sa ajungem in stadiul in care sa spunem "....sunt mandru ca sunt roman!..."&lt;br /&gt;Sunt curioasa care va fi mersul lucrurilor de acum incolo, care va fi interesul manifestat fata de aceasta parte a societatii academice....studentii&lt;br /&gt;Inchei printr-o poezie care il are ca autor pe regretatul Octavian Paler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perplexie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu spui, liniştit: “adevăr”.&lt;br /&gt;Ei se uită la tine şi tac,&lt;br /&gt;fără să priceapă ce vrei,&lt;br /&gt;dar pentru că sunt oameni educaţi&lt;br /&gt;întreabă: “Cât costă?”&lt;br /&gt;Tu le arăţi mâinile goale,&lt;br /&gt;dar ei nu mai pricep gestul de mult&lt;br /&gt;şi, nedumeriţi, dau să plece.&lt;br /&gt;Tu alergi şi le spui: “speranţă”.&lt;br /&gt;Politicoşi, ei se opresc şi te întreabă&lt;br /&gt;încă o dată: “Cât costă?”&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu nu ştii ce valoare are speranţa. Şi taci."&lt;br /&gt;Sa speram ca intr-o zi va fi mai bine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voastra vesnic pesimista ,&lt;br /&gt;Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;va recomand: www.octavianpaler.ro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791379720953883821-3733147777318383088?l=restuletacere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/3733147777318383088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791379720953883821&amp;postID=3733147777318383088' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/3733147777318383088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/3733147777318383088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/2008/05/perplexie-octavian-paler.html' title='&quot;Perplexie&quot; Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791379720953883821.post-989968422063055705</id><published>2008-05-13T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:48:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caci, atunci când se ridica sus oamenii de nimic, nelegiuitii misuna pretutindeni (Psalm 11, 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caci, atunci când se ridica sus oamenii de nimic, nelegiuitii misuna pretutindeni (Psalm 11, 8)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un citat care se aplica perfect zilelor noastre....&lt;br /&gt;Un nelegiuit ajuns intr-o pozitie avantajoasa se va inconjura intodeauna, de cei ca el..... de semenii lui...tocmai pentru ca de cei cinstiti ii este frica....&lt;br /&gt;Vorba cetateanului turmentat..."eu cu cine votez"....nu exista o singura persoana...care sa-mi fie cel putin simpatica, nu mai vorbim care sa-mi trezeasca dorinta de a vota....poate doar Ludovic Orban...dar ...si el..&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie ce ne rezerva viitorul...e dramatica situatia in care se afla societatea noastra si mai ales clasa politica....&lt;br /&gt;In speranta de mai bine....si cu dorinta ca tara asta sa ocupe locul pe care il merita...&lt;br /&gt;va saluta &lt;br /&gt;a voastra pesimista &lt;br /&gt;Claudia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791379720953883821-989968422063055705?l=restuletacere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/989968422063055705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791379720953883821&amp;postID=989968422063055705' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/989968422063055705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/989968422063055705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/2008/05/caci-atunci-cnd-se-ridica-sus-oamenii.html' title='Caci, atunci când se ridica sus oamenii de nimic, nelegiuitii misuna pretutindeni (Psalm 11, 8)'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791379720953883821.post-2593260596971927044</id><published>2008-03-13T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:12:02.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......este o tara minunata , tara in care traim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"......este o tara minunata , tara in care traim...." (Mircea Badea-12/03/2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este teama ca acest blog devine un loc unde imi exprim frustrarile, frustrari generate de situatia in care se afla tara in care traiesc, societatea in care imi desfasor "viata".....&lt;br /&gt;Sa discutam despre "oportunitatile de angajare" din tara, ( din administratie, din domeniul privat etc....) si mai ales sa discutam despre criteriile de angajare....teoretic vorbind  ele sunt urmatoarele: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studii in domeniu&lt;/span&gt;, experienta profesionala, cunoasterea a cel putin unei limbi de circulatie internationala.....si lista ar putea continua.....practic vorbind criteriile sunt urmatoarele: proximitatea fata  de o persoana cu influenta (pile, relatii, cunostinte, taticu mamica, unchiu, nasu...) asta indiferent de sex, daca vorbim  exclusiv de femei (cu foarte multa tristete am ajuns la concluzia asta) ,cui i-ai acordat  "favoruri" din punct de vedere "profesional"(cat de bine si des prestezi ar mai putea fi un criteriu) , cui i-ai gadilat orgoliul( ca sa nu folosesc  o expresie mai putin eleganta)....am putea continua si aici la nesfarsit...&lt;br /&gt;Dragii mei, acum sa-mi explicati, cu ce "chef" sa mai merg la scoala si sa invat...cu ce chef sa merg la munca si sa ma supun la tot felul de umilinte mai mari sau mai mici(ex: neplata la timp a salariului), in speranta ca va veni si randul meu la o promovare sau la o marire de salariu....&lt;br /&gt;.......vreau sa stiu cum pot sa fiu optimista si sa sper ca la un moment dat in viitorul "apropiat" situatia se va schimba, astfel incat sa am motive pentru a ramane  in "Romanica" mea draga.....&lt;br /&gt;A voastra " optimista"&lt;br /&gt;Claudia P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791379720953883821-2593260596971927044?l=restuletacere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/2593260596971927044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791379720953883821&amp;postID=2593260596971927044' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/2593260596971927044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/2593260596971927044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/2008/03/este-o-tara-minunata-tara-in-care-traim.html' title='......este o tara minunata , tara in care traim....'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791379720953883821.post-3572934627589075015</id><published>2008-03-07T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:56:04.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....si restul e tacere......</title><content type='html'>Da, sa ma prezint..............ma numesc Claudia...sunt din Brasov....&lt;br /&gt;Sunt studenta...lucrez...nimic iesit din comun...in tara noastra..."Romanica" , cum spune un cunoscut....&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre titlul mesajului, care denota foarte mult "optimism"...el reflecta foarte bine situatia in care se afla tara noastra, situatia tinerilor din tara noastra si mai ales starea mea de spirit......e pacat ca atat de multi tineri (si aici nu ma refer la domnisoara Elena Basescu, ea este o "simpla tanara") se gandesc sa plece din tara...departe printre straini, dar unde dupa multa munca si ceva efort vor fi apreciati la adevarat lor valoare.....trebuie sa recunosc si pe mine ma bate gandul asta....cine stie ce imi rezerva vitorul...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, pentru cei care sunt oarecum stresati ca si mine de perioada care urmeaza ,o perioada plina de decizii extrem de importante (job, scoala, viata personala...), sper ce sper si pentru mine,sa aveti  un job care sa va placa, o persoana care sa fie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trup si suflet &lt;/span&gt;langa voi...si mai ales sanatate ...de sanatate aveti nevoie pentru a realiza cele mai sus mentionate....&lt;br /&gt;Va pup,&lt;br /&gt;a voastra Claudia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791379720953883821-3572934627589075015?l=restuletacere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/feeds/3572934627589075015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791379720953883821&amp;postID=3572934627589075015' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/3572934627589075015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791379720953883821/posts/default/3572934627589075015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restuletacere.blogspot.com/2008/03/si-restul-e-tacere.html' title='....si restul e tacere......'/><author><name>Caudica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06801982029110108743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQANCnpPPL4/SO-eoiRzq8I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYh2p2_qcAw/S220/my+smyle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
