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		<title>Uite-aşa, nişte poveşti :)</title>
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		<title>Adormite</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2009/01/14/adormite/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 02:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[un singur episod]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Stau la birou si imi doresc sa curg pe acoperis ca o pisica prin intuneric. Sa alunec de pe o casa pe alta in picioarele goale, sa simt somnul lin al copiilor sub talpi si sforaiturile sotilor grasi si mustaciosi care dorm in maiouri de plasa. Sa simt raceala balustradelor dantelate de fier forjat si [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=30&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Colivia</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:43:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[scurte scurte]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[corporate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[masini]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oras]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=25</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[E foarte cald și mașinile, chiar dacă sunt așa de mici, nu fac decît să te inghesuie mental la ora asta. Inauntru e rece, curățenie și oamenii nu au nici o problemă reală. La ferestrele situate mult în sus deasupra pămîntului sunt zăbrele. Să nu carecumva să cazi. 
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		<title>Atacul</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 19:57:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[proza scurta]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anticariat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[femei]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[seara]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=23</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Clopoţelul a sunat scurt, iar în încăpere a intrat o doamnă scundă, plinuţă. In cameră aerul era cam închis şi nici nu era prea multă lumină. O tăcere deplină, greoaie şi prăfuită era aşternută peste mobilele vechi, peste perdele, peste duşumeaua lăcuită. Marina abia şi-a întors privirea şi a clătinat uşurel capul a Bună seara. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=23&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>la numărul şapte</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/15/la-numarul-sapte/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 10:35:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[un singur episod]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[doi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jocuri]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[— Ai observat cât de puţin se uită orăşenii la cer?
— Nu.

Am intrat în camera lui. Era fum. L-am privit în timp ce se juca jocul ăla idiot pe calculator.  I s-au stricat pe rând monitorul &#8211; nu-i mai trebuia, ştia cam pe unde vin toate &#8211; apoi mouse-ul &#8211; la ce-i bună tastatura? &#8211; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=20&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>si am plecat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:46:18 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[poate de mai multe episoade]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[doi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ninsoare]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oboseala]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[e frig, a nins azi. drumul a fost al dracului de lung, mi-au inghetat mainile si picioarele, abia le mai simt. muncesc mult. injur mult, fumez mult, ma incrunt mult. &#8220;de ce nu esti si tu mai vesel?&#8221; imi vine sa rad dar sunt prea trist ca sa imi pot ridica colturile buzelor. fata mea [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=19&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Nu am fost la vot si nu am cumparat bilet la loto</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/11/nu-am-fost-la-vot-si-nu-am-cumparat-bilet-la-loto/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 14:57:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[un singur episod]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1 iunie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[casnice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vot]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=18</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[M-am trezit la 11, cu gatul sucit intre plapuma si perete, cu cearceafurile incurcate printre picioare. M-am ridicat din pat calcand peste pernele cazute, impleticindu-ma.
Am facut cafea si ai mei, veseli si déjà pregatiti de somnul de dupa amiaza, mi-au reamintit ca e duminica si ca e 1 iunie. Mama m-a pupat si mi-a zis [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=18&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>De demult</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/de-demult/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:27:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[un singur episod]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oameni]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tren]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vara]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=15</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Incerc sa ma misc si simt ceva ciudat in gat, ca o durere slaba. Apoi mai intensa. Imi deschid cu greu ochii, durerea creste, incerc sa ma indrept. Spatele imi trozneste, ma uit pierit pe geamul transparent ca un plastic pe care ai mancat branza. Sunt amortita si lipicioasa. O coaja de samanta atarna de [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=15&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>27 iulie 2005</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/27-iulie-2005/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:22:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[amarui]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mare]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vama]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=14</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Colace, galetuse de plaja, baticute, zorzoane, porumb fiert si plimbat pe plaja de catre comercinati ambulanti. « Ia porumbu, e tanar si nelinistit ! ». Mamaite cu copiii, gagici cu ochelari fumurii intinse pe sezlonguri, band ceva cu paiu si vorbind la mobil in acelasi timp. Ghiuluri, lantisoare. O masina cu manele.
Nudisti nu. Numeri putele [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=14&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cumsecade</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/cumsecade/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:20:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[un singur episod]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oras]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tramvai]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://povestile.wordpress.com/?p=12</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Tramvaiul scartaie si face picioarele calatorilor sa se hatane. Se hatana umerii femeii cu sacosa verde, mana cu ceas a domnului in costum negru, capul batranei cu zulufi gri iesind de sub basma, capetele de pe scaunele din fata mea, bratele de care atarna sacose.
Ne hatanam si scartaim cu totii. In acelasi ritm cantand parca [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=12&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Din tren. Camp</title>
		<link>http://povestile.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/din-tren-camp/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:10:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>mukimasek</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[camp]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flori]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tren]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In oaste sunt mii de capete uitandu-se amagite, iubitoare si fanatice la poruncitor. Altele si altele inainteaza in sute de siruri pe masura ce trenul curge lin pe sine.
Cand randurile de ostasi se termina apar maruntele, ghemuitele ierburi.
Din cand in cand se iveste o tufa rotunda si creata ca o femeie care tocmai a iesit [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=povestile.wordpress.com&blog=3870271&post=11&subd=povestile&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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