{"id":1394,"date":"2015-02-02T09:42:07","date_gmt":"2015-02-02T09:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/?p=1394"},"modified":"2015-02-02T09:42:07","modified_gmt":"2015-02-02T09:42:07","slug":"el-a-vazut-o-iar-ea-a-stiut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/?p=1394","title":{"rendered":"El a vazut-o, iar ea a \u0219tiut…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"povesti-iubire\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Marius \u0219tia c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 ajung\u0103 \u00eentr-un pub din ora\u0219. \u00cenc\u0103 de diminea\u021b\u0103, o dorin\u021b\u0103 ciudat\u0103 de a face o plimbare prin ora\u0219 nu i-a dat pace. Vroia s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 la un ceai, la o cafea sau bere \u00eentr-una dintre cafenele pentru a-\u0219i arunca privirea \u00een gol, c\u0103tre oameni, c\u0103tre ei \u0219i ele. Ceva ciudat l-a urm\u0103rit toat\u0103 ziua, timpul parc\u0103 cerea s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 \u00een loc. Inima lui sim\u021bea, \u00eenc\u0103 de diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u0103 ziua aceea nu va fi una pe care o va uita foarte cur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

 
\nEa, Ioana, se \u00eentorcea \u00een ora\u0219 dintr-o vacan\u021b\u0103 la munte. \u0218i-a tot spus \u00een vacan\u021b\u0103 ca \u00ee\u0219i dore\u0219te pe acel cineva al\u0103turi de ea, c\u0103 timpul singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii a trecut \u0219i c\u0103 nu mai vrea s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum timpul \u00eei chinuie fiece sear\u0103 din via\u021ba, \u00een triste\u021bea ei \u00eensingurat\u0103. \u0218i-a spus \u00een vacan\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 vrea s\u0103-l cunoasc\u0103 pe el, acel el, un necunoscut c\u0103ruia s\u0103-i z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 \u0219i care s\u0103 o scoat\u0103 din \u00eentristare. La munte \u0219i-a spus toate astea, urm\u0103rind zeci de oameni, doi c\u00e2te doi, chiar \u0219i-n v\u00e2rf de munte a v\u0103zut ea semnele singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii ei.<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i-a jurat c\u0103-l va cunoa\u0219te. Nu \u0219tia cum, dar cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, pe balconul unei cabane de munte aflase deja… c\u0103 \u00eel va cunoa\u0219te. La nici c\u00e2teva zile, Marius st\u0103tea \u00eentr-un col\u021b \u00een Viena Cafe , iar Ioana cu prietenele ei la doar 2 mese distan\u021b\u0103. Zgomotoase ca de obicei. El, melancolic, nu vedea \u0219i nu auzea parc\u0103 glasul Ioanei din acel grup zgomotos de fete ce-\u0219i povestesc vacan\u021bele.<\/p>\n

 
\n\u00cencepuse deja s\u0103-\u0219i zic\u0103, pe la 7-8 seara, s\u0103 mearg\u0103 spre cas\u0103. Ceva nu-l l\u0103sa \u0219i-i spunea u\u0219or s\u0103 mai stea un pic, un ceas sau dou\u0103, un ceai sau un suc. Deja trecuser\u0103 4 ceasuri de c\u00e2nd tot privea \u00een gol, a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-i privirea.<\/p>\n

 
\nUna dintre prietenele Ioanei \u00eel v\u0103zuse, deja, iar destinul \u00ee\u0219i spunea greul cuv\u00e2nt. \u0218i-a fost norocul ei \u0219i-al lui. A fost pentru ei un cupidon adev\u0103rat. Pentru c\u0103 el vroia s\u0103 plece, se \u0219i ridicase s\u0103 plece, \u00eens\u0103 fix c\u00e2nd a cerut nota ele au \u00eenceput s\u0103-l vorbeasc\u0103 ca \u00eentre fete.
\n\u0218i-atunci Ioana a \u00eentors privire c\u0103tre el, iar privirea lui nu s-a mai uitat \u00een gol… \u00een Viena Cafe privirile lui \u00een gol \u00eent\u00e2lniser\u0103 ceea ce au c\u0103utat toat\u0103 seara, ore \u00een \u0219ir sau chiar toat\u0103 via\u021ba lui. Ioana a \u0219tiut atunci de ce soarele i-a z\u00e2mbit \u00een v\u00e2rf de munte. El a \u0219tiut atunci de ce a uitat unde a parcat ma\u0219ina.<\/p>\n

O cunoscuse, iar ea \u00eel g\u0103sise.<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Iar povestea lor continu\u0103 \u0219i acum… printr-o bijuterie ce-i leag\u0103. Aceasta poart\u0103 miracolul iubirii, poart\u0103 povestea scris\u0103, dar \u0219i pe cea nescris\u0103, din sufletele lor…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Continua povestea \u00een stilul t\u0103u\u00a0pe pagina de Facebook \u0219i po\u021bi c\u00e2\u0219tiga \u00eensemne de iubire<\/a><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  Marius \u0219tia c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 ajung\u0103 \u00eentr-un pub din ora\u0219. \u00cenc\u0103 de diminea\u021b\u0103, o dorin\u021b\u0103 ciudat\u0103 de a face o plimbare prin ora\u0219 nu i-a dat pace. Vroia s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 la un ceai, la o cafea sau bere \u00eentr-una dintre cafenele pentru a-\u0219i arunca privirea \u00een gol, c\u0103tre oameni, c\u0103tre ei \u0219i ele….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[27,29,28],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1394"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1394"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1394\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1408,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1394\/revisions\/1408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1394"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1394"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1394"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}