Tehnologie cu virgula

June 21, 2012 at 10:23 am (Uncategorized)

Minus nouăzeci. Atâtea grade sunt. Cerul e senin astăzi, mult prea senin, atât de senin că ar putea să topească iglul.

Purtam maiouri, haine de piele imblanite si geci groase. Imi pot folosi prea putin mainile, mult prea putin. Manusile imi sufoca degetele, iar gerul…el imi taie respiratia atat de mult incat nici macar nu mai scot aburi pe gura, in incercarea mea se aude un simplu chitait, ca de soarece. Azi parca invidiez pana si soarecii, ei macar au propria lor blana.

     – Nu, in felul asta nu se mai poate, mi-am zis. De cate zile sunt aici ? nici macar asta nu mai stiu, pe toti sfintii…nici cafeaua nu mai are gust.

–         John ?

–         Da ?

–         Fa-mi te rog legatura cu Mihai, ai spus ca ai numarul lui ?

–         Bine. Tu ? ai primit rezultatele de la laborator ?

–         Da, au spus ca e foarte probabil sa insereze astfel de fenomene in urmatorii 5-10 ani.

–         Dar asta nu devine in concordanta cu … ?

–         Ba da…

–         Si celelalte rezultate ?

–         Nu le-am primit inca. Du-te te rog si suna-l.

–         Aaa, da…bine.

Un sfert de ora mai tarziu.

–         Dl Michael ?

–         Da.

–         O clipa va rog, Dl inginer David vrea sa va vorbeasca.

–         Buna ziua dl Michael.

–         Buna ziua.

John iesi din incapere.

–         Am auzit despre rezultatele dv recente in studierea roboticii. As dori sa va fac o propunere.

–         Da, va ascult.

–         Eu momentan sunt implicat intr-un experiment in Antarctica. Ma intorc in Canada peste doua saptamani. M-am gandit sa va invit sa colaboram la realizarea unui robot de tip umanoid a caror functii speciale vi le voi prezenta pe larg  in clipa in care ne vom vedea fata in fata pentru a porni colaborarea.

–         Nu ati putea totusi sa imi dati cateva exemple ? ca sa ma pot decide cu mai multa usurinta.

–         Ma gandeam la posibilitatea unei functii termale printre altele si de ce nu chiar si utilizarea acestuia ca sistem de alarma.

–         Inteleg. Contactati-ma cand ajungeti pentru a stabili o intalnire.

–         Va multumesc. Asa voi face.

–         Eu va multumesc. La revedere.

–         La revedere.

Apoi veni tonul.

<nbsp>Dupa trei zile a venit si rezultatul celor din urma analize. Virusul era deja gata ambalat in eprubete si urma sa fie livrat catre marile clinici din Europa.

Timpul isi luase si el revansa. Si-a scurs din clepsidra si cele trei saptamani, am ajuns in Canada si impreuna cu John l-am contactat pe inginerul mecatronist Michael Hillberg. N-a fost necesar decat un an de zile pentru a-l asambla pe Norbert. Daca arata ca un om si se comporta aproape ca un om trebuia sa poarte un nume de om.

L-am asamblat piesa cu piesa alaturi de cei doi colegi mentionati dar si alaturi de alti ingineri la fel de priceputi. Altfel ar fi fost imposibil sa-l realizam intr-un an.

 

<nbsp>,, Norbert e un sistem complex format din fier, imbracat in inox, acoperit cu piele cauciucata roz. Are ochi albastri din silicon si par saten din par de cal. Sistemele sale interne au fost elaborate de it-isti de nivel international fiindu-I implementate peste 5000 de comenzi si peste 50.000 de cuvinte, ceea ce il face capabil sa raspunda in doua limbi: engleza si romana. Gateste, spala, are grija de copii, plimba cainele, sta de veghe noaptea in caz de hoti, este capabil de a produce caldura atunci cand simte semne vitale umane scazute. Poate gasi lucruri cu usurinta , citeste povesti, rezolva puzzle-uri, uneori chiar  si noi uitam ca e doar un robot. Singurele dezavantaje tin de faptul ca trebuie evitat ca apa sa-I ajunga in cutia craniana pentru ca acolo am implementat toate sistemele.’’

<nbsp>Toata aceasta descriere se cuvanta  deja la evenimentul organizat pentru a-l prezenta pe Norbert lumii. Tematori, dar si curiosi, oamenii de peste tot il testau, il priveau, dar nu indrazneau mai mult, ba chiar isi fereau copii de el. Am fost cu Norbert si echipa de productie peste tot, in Canada, SUA, Marea Britanie, Spania, Turcia, Romania, China chiar si in Islanda.

<nbsp>Era ceva cu robotul asta, mi-am spus. Nu suntem chiar atat de incepatori la acest capitol, de ce lumea pare sa se teama de el ?! Ceva creat de om, care arata si se comporta ca un om. Daca ar fi sa ma pun in pielea lor, poate parea putin inspaimantator, poti creea un Norbert dar nu poti inlocui niciodata un om, totusi e util la casa omului – nici eu nu mai stiu ce sa inteleg.

 <nbsp>Norbert era predestinat

<nbsp>Era ultima noastra prezentare. Ultima oara cand Norbert se arata lumii ca apoi sa ramana in utilitatea noastra pentru simplul fapt ca….nu l-a licitat nimeni.

John, mai tanar ca mine cu multi ani si ceva mai inalt privea peste multimea curioasa la o doamna roscata de varsta medie, frumoasa intr-un costum alb, purta o palarie roz pe cap. Ii paruse atragatoare dar isi lua ochii rapid de la ea.

Cateva minute mai tarziu se auzi din fundul salii: 50.000 $ pentru Norbert. Toate privirile s-au intors tina catre doamna cu palarie roz. Dar nu era ea.

Dau 50.000 de dolari pentru Norbert, repeta vocea  si iesi din multime o tanara pe la vreo 25 de ani, inalta bruneta, draguta, cu fusta pana la genunchi, tocuri de 7 si un decolteu decent. Inainta sigura pe ea prin culoarul de oameni pana a ajuns in fata inginerilor.

–         Sunteti sigura domnisoara ?

–         Da

–         55.000 de dolari grai puternic o voce din urma- prinse curaj si doamna cu palarie roz.

–         60.000 spuse tanara.

–         Vandut – iesi replica din gur a lui Norbert, spre amuzamentul tututor

Vandut, si vandut a fost tinerei cu tocuri de 7.

N-avea mai mult de 25 de ani si am inteles ca pentru alti 20 nu a avut absolut deloc probleme cu robotul. Pana si copii ei au crescut cu Norbert, raspundea bine la comenzi, apara casa de hoti, dar….

      – Intr-o zi de mai, Julie, fata cea mica (avea doua) a stricat chiuveta din bucatarie si n-a spus. Intr-un tarziu Norbert a gasit inundatia care se creease si-a alunecat in apa care era inalta deja de cativa centimentri. A facut scurt si a inceput sa se zbata. Ramasese asa blocat acolo aproape toata dimineata, pana l-a gasit mama fetei. L-au ridicat in cele din urma, au chemat instalatorul, au rezolvat cumva problema.

     – Si..dupa o luna de la incident toate ziarele din 2050 aveau un singur titlu: Sally Smith – ucisa de propriul robot.

 

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News – Pufstock !!!

February 13, 2011 at 8:31 am (mass media) (, , , , , , , , )

Antena 1, organizeaza cu ocazia zilei indragostitilor – Sf Valentin, luni 14 februarie – cea mai mare bataie cu perine, din tara – Actiunea va avea loc in Timisoara, Constanta si Bucuresti – incepand cu ora 12:00.

p.s. Luati-va o zi libera si plimbati-va prin mall-ul din Timisoara, CityPark Mall din Constanţa sau AfiPalace – Bucuresti

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The Sibyl…

September 10, 2010 at 7:38 pm (Short works)

The Sibyl ….

Once upun a lost long time, there was a magic forest where towsends of beautiful creatures and talking little birds were living , and all these in a nobel time, in a wolrd without sins and crimes, in an innocent country that wasn’t mine.

One happy morning Ciripel and Ciripina , two cute, happy and bold birdies were talking with joy.

–         Ciripel did you heard ? asked Ciripina.

–         What should I hear ? what happened…?

–         What do you mean, what happened Ciripel? The word has been spread in all the places. At the castle…a princess has been born.

–         A princess Ciripina ? are you serios ?

–         Yes Ciripel, I was sitting on the breanch of a trie with Dorothy, the woodpecker..she toled me and she showed her to me through the window  also …

–         That’s so nice…Ciripel said…how does she look like…

–         Well she’s so cute…she has red hair and beautiful blue eyes, and I heard her name is Ayiunyi.

–         But Ciripina…you know what does her birth mean right ?

–         No Ciripel ..how could I know ?

–         Think…said Ciripel…

–         Hmm…let’s see …that she is going to marrie a prince ?

–         No …

–         That she will lose hear shoe ?

–         Hm…no

–         That she is going to sleep a 100 years….

–         No…keep trying

–         Awww…that she will have to kiss a frog ?

–         No…Ciripina, you are confusing the stories…

–         I don’t know Ciripel…I give up…you tell me.

–         It means that she is going to save the world…

–         Who toled you that ? asked Ciripina…

–         My father…you know he was a bird doctor…but he also liked to keep a secret historie of the place we live in.

–         Owww that’s so nice…tell me more…

–         You will find out soon enough and that being told he flied away …

***

20 years have past since the princess who is to become the Sibyl of her time, has come in this world.

She is a verry beautiful girl, her face has an angelic innocence that it’s hard to find and her peacefull eyes, look in a way that cut’s the gates of reality seeng somewhere beyond what the world appears to be.

A lot of princes wanted her as there wife..but her family decided finaly over one boy with who they insisted to marry her.

Ayiunyi,  diden’t worried or annoyed hersealf with the situation because somehow she knew that everything will turn out just fine. As days went by…the wedding day was close, but just the night before the weding princess Ayiunyi, had a dream that showed her exactly what to do. Her first dejavu tipe of dream…the first from what her life it’s going to be from now on.

Early in the morning of the verry next day,  just before the sun was rising, Ayiunyi left the castle to never return. The royal family saw hersealf helpless in front of these situation because not even with all the army that they had over command, they couldn’t find her.  The forest always took good care of her children, and Ayiunyi was to become in some ways one with the nature.

The prince that was to be her husbund in time found himself another wife and Ayiunyi…well Ayiunyi walked on foot for kilometers without being hungry, feeling tired or thirsty. And as she followed her dream….new abilities were showing up to her.

She got to a river with poisoned water and the animals were sitting nearby feeling thirsty. So she tried the water with her finger in an innocent kind of way and the water turned clean and healthy to be drinked and the animals were happy that they wont suffer of thirst no longer.

Ayiunyi was verry surprised hearsealf  about what just happened.

– you are the new Sibyl ? asked her a bunny…

Ayiunyi  smiled…she diden’t quite understood what the bunny asked her…but it seemed to her a funny thing and also imposible.

The next stop, going on her way, was two hours later at a poor house that was sheltering a sad man, wich wasn’t able to walk. Again in her innocence  she bend over him puting a hand over one of his knees, asking if she could help him with something…

–         no my dear…answered the poor man, but after she lef the man was able to walk again…and he told himself that she was the next Sibyl.

Walking forward Ayiunyi meet a child  who might of  missed his entire life because he diden’t had the trust  that every normal person has and that helps us in society. She took him by her side teaching him about life and opening his eyes about his own talents…so he stoped underestimating himself. They spend just a few days together, but for the kid these days have been verry important. The kid finaly remained in a village where a potter was neded, because making pots was his biggest talent.

At the end of these days, walking further through the forest she found a treasure, but Ayiunyi past right beside it without caring. Few hours after that, she found a sad family who’s house had been burned and they had no shealter now.  The princess explained to them where the treasure was, and they were so happy knowing that soon they will have a new home, because now they have enough money to build one.

Next, princess Ayiunyi found in her way another sad person. He was sad because he diden’t knew how to do good to someone. So she explained to the man that no matter what you do to help someone eals it’s a good thing to do…either if you give shealter and food to an animal, or if you give a good advice to someone that has problems or if you do something for the best of another…it’s a good thing.

Then the man promised that he will try, and these it’s verry important because at that time promises realy meant something.

After these last meating Ayiunyi walked until the next day  when she got in front of a cave at the beginning of a mountain. When she entered she found a poor arranged room like gallery and some moments away an old lady came frome the other part of the cave and asked her:

–         You must be Ayiunyi…the old lady spoke to her with love…

–         Yes mam’ …answered the girl.

–         Give me something to eat…I am so so hungry, the old lady told her.

Ayiuny  had to think a little before she remembered that she saw a trie with fruits    outside, but she went out to get some …and gave them to the lady.

–         The old lady received the fruits and smiled to her.

–         Do you know who am I …she asked her.

–         No mam’

–         Ayiunyi…I sent you that dream…

–         You did mam’

–         I did …yes, cause you see, it’s not easy being a Sibyl, but you have the gift and the soul that every Sibyl needs to be what she is.

–         I feel honoured mam’….

The old lady smiled…

The next three monts Ayiunyi became everything she had to be by what she had learn in all these time from the old lady.The old Sibyl died after these three monts but little before she died toled the princess …:

–         Ayiunyi …your life isn’t what you see in front of your eyes, it’s what you do to see….you already did everything you had to do in your way to me, now I confer you my job as a Sibyl of the forest with all the certaincy that it will  be  in good hands.

Ayiunyi received with glad the mission of the old Sibyl, she never returned to her family and the word about her wisdome has been spread all over the country. The only ones who knew who the Sibyl realy was, were of course Ciripel and Ciripina wich not even they know how comes that they are still alive.
The new Sibyl, lived her life doing good to the animals and the nature, but of course she also helped many poor people and rich in the same way,  who came to her for help.
A century later a little before Ayiunyi will celebrate 100 years as a Sibyl, a young  girl turned 20, those 20 years that the actual Sibyl had when she left home.

P.S. If i still have grammar errors please report them to me through a comment and please be exact. Thank you…

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My verry first english short work…with grammar problems but the first after all :D

February 8, 2010 at 6:35 pm (Short works)

I had a friend…

It rains…it rains a lot inside me. I thought that if I will stop cryng and wyning I’ll be okay…better than I was before.I never understood human nature I can bet my life that I never will. I had to go throu a few problems of my own to realize this.

I fealt weak and vulnerable long time after I stoped talking to you…aww right, sorry, long time after you stoped talking to me.

We had so mutch in common, so mutch that I used to think you were an exception from the rule and God, how wrong was i.However I dident want to admit my wrong, I moved on trusting you, hopping that you are not like the rest, I fealt so happy every time you sayed that we were friends that I cant realize if I was realy beliving you or did I needed for some reason to belive that.

You gott you’re sealf a girlfiend like it was someting you could buy from the store, and it was okay and normal in the same time.You needed to do that so I finaly realize that you were more than a friend to me…and it hurt me more than I thought it will.

We started talking less day after day until we stoped talking at all …because I stoped reaching for you.It’s been already one year since we haven’t spoken or seen eachother in any way.

I like to belive I’m over you, but somehow I know I’m not and I’m afraid of the moment that I’ll have to see you again because I know that seeng you will make me act foolish and childish and I’ll become in you’re eyes what I don’t want to become.

Sometimes I dream…I heard once a person asking what do dreams taste like, and I answered that it depends of what you dream.She toled me its not okay to dream cause most of them don’t come true.Ofcourse I replyed, I sayed that it was fals that it depends on the kind of dream that you have and that you should do anything to reach you’re dream, that a person without any dream at all it’s a dead person.Dreams are the reason we get up our bed in the morning, our reason to live, to go on throu this massed up world.

Dreams mean everything…

Suddenly I had a revelation…once I dreamed that you might get to love me and you failed me, you disappeared from my life like you never been in it, like a shadow that sees her sealf in the mirror and dosent see anything, in the same way you crossed my life and you dident see anything in me, nothing that might made you stay.

But it doesen’t matter…not all dreams come true and if you haven’t been able to decode my mind or see true my chest I’ll be waiting, no not waiting living my life and ,, writing’’ my own historie forward without you until I will find somebody able to change it from head to tail.

In this life they say we are all passing throu like tourists but I don’t need someone who one day  will pass by me on the street and not even say hello, I need somebody to pass this life with me, beside me.

I have the bad habbit of wanting it all but all is not realy what I’m asking for.I want somebody’s entire love just for me and not less than forever.If only a vampire could love forever than I hope the nature or the fiction will give me one. But what I realy wish for is a person human enough to be the vampire who might love me forever.

The last thing I feel the need to say is that…I had a friend, I realy cared about, than I wished for us to be more but it dident worked, I had a friend long time ago and I cant wait to see him again and ask him if his okay althou I might look foolish and childish in his eyes and he will never feel anything for me the way I did.

In the meantime I am writing my life down and I am waiting for the love of my life…

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Pulbere de praf

November 10, 2009 at 2:44 pm (''Romanisme'')

Pulbere de praf…

camera dezordonata

ce-a ramas in urma ta

aduc a scena unui loc de crima

si nici daca am fi facut scrima

nu ramanea asa

te-ai grabit sa pleci din casa

si din viata mea

lasand in urma atatea urme

un glont cazut langa noptiera

si praf de pusca in scrumiera

un pachet gol de tigari

si-o raza de lumina

intre daramaturi .

Eu..desculta,

intr-un maiou si niste blugi

stau proptita de perete

langa fereastra uda, rece…

trag in piept si ma innec

fumez de ciuda si de stres

cand nici macar tigara bine n-o tin

ci pur si simplu-ncerc sa o sustin…

degaj atata nepasare

cand casa e pe dos

si inima mi-e distrusa…

se completeaza decorul cu starea

pulbere de praf  iti anuntau  plecarea

inca se vad urme de pasi pe holul ingust

acum stiu de ce pana si cerul e trist

din geam te vad cum calci intr-o balta

si-am simtit ca si cum mi-ai calca

inima toata…

a trecut un sfert de ora

ploaia s-a oprit din hora

si se stinge ziua sub aura terrei

la fel ca tigara pe care n-o mai terimin

toate se sting si toate se sterg…

pana si urmele pasilor tai se duc

pe nestiute …la fel ca tine…

la fel ca iubirea ce candva

sufletul mi-l incalzea…

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Tu…

October 28, 2009 at 12:20 pm (''Romanisme'') (, , )

Un semineu aprins

O sofa veche si ponosita.

In dreapta ei, o tavita

Cu doua cani de ceai

Care tin companie unui teanc de carti

In mijloc un covor pufos

Iar in stanga o pisica

Ce blanda doarme-n al ei cos

In mijloc…eu

Tavita mai pastreaza acum

Doar o cana…

In asteptarea unui tu…

Cine esti tu ?

Un  blond cu ochii negrii?

Ceaiul din cana incepe sa se raceasca

De plictiseala asteptarii tale

Ce esti tu ?

O dorinta ireala ?

Sau o realitate latenta ?

Unde esti tu ?

Adie ideea unei intrebari

Ca un vant de mai…

Un zgomot de geam spart

Se-aude…

Si rapaitul ploii

Pe parchetul plin de cioburi

Care inconjoara

Imensa grindinda

Cazuta in casa din afara

Imi racesc starea interioara

Grindina nu e alta

Decat durerea neschimbata

Iar acea ploaie furtunoasa

E unicul meu raspuns…

Celui din urma gand…

Iar eu reincalzesc la infinit..

Ceaiul…redim_img

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English poetry and thoughts

September 22, 2009 at 1:35 pm (English poetry & thoughts)

Eagles fly…

eagles fly
no matter why
i still feel to say goodbye
tears keep falling down my face
you keep crawling to my feet
honestly i love you so
but you’ll have to let me go
let me leave and let me live
in you no more will i believe
i wish no more to relive
the days i shared
and now got scared
by you and you’re

selfish behaviour
so what you had
and treated so bad
you lost today

as eagles keep flyng away

 

IN LOVE WITH YOU BOY …

 

Time goes by

With you hours could fly

Memouries go hy

Up in the great big sky

Day by day

And night by night

We laugh and talk

We joke and walk

Block by block

From parck to parck

And day by day

I’m more in love with u boy

You’re near at night

Right by my sight

When ever I need

To hear the beat

Of you’re heart

You’re by my sight

It’s a dangerous game

Cause without you nothing is the same

I’m afraide to lose you baby

When I think that maby

Our love is not what it seems to be

And I’m more in love with you boy

As days go by ….

 

Don’t realy know….

 Shure I realy miss u

Shure I’d love to kiss u

You bett I realy loved you

Of course I had to fight u

Cause you never listen

When I tried to whisper

Like a God damn cristian

Problems that made life heavier

For me…..

So our relationship dide’nt work

I had to think you were a dorck

You dident loved me same I did

And such a men I just don’t need

Now I don’t realy now

What you’re gonna do whithout

A women to chek you out

You know you’re like an 8 year kid

You cant support you’re self , you never did

And I know that you’re so low

But what you don’t know

Is that I’m better of on my own

 

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Some words…

September 22, 2009 at 12:55 pm (ganduri)

Romana:

Am o pagina alba in fata mea, si chiar nu stiu daca e viata mea sau o pagina libera din noul meu blog, ce se va umple pe masura ce voi apasa butoanele tastaturii mele.Singurul lucru de care sunt sigura este faptul ca prin titlul blogului vreau sa subliniez faptul ca uneori cuvintele ne pot acapara atentia unora dintre noi, spun unora fiindca nu toti suntem pasionati de literatura.

English:

I’ ve got a blank paper in front of me and i realy don’t know if it’s my life or my new blog entry that will fill it sealf as far as i’ll push the letters of my keyboard…the only think that i am sure of  it’s that by the name of my blog

,, Vampirely letters” although i’m not quite sure i write it down corectly, either that it means the same in english as it does in my maternal language, but the fact is that i am underlining the way that words, steal our atention sometimes…that is for at least some of us, because we have to admit, not all of us are interested in culture…or literature.

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Ploaia..

August 12, 2009 at 3:00 pm (''Romanisme'')

au trecut vre-o doua luni de cand n-am mai postat nimic iar azi e atat de cald incat as sta in mijlocul unei ploi de vara ca si cum as face un dus in natura…hainele de pe mine sunt…pe mine …dar in plus pentru ca in mijlocul ploii imi dezgolesc mintea si sufletul …si raman eu, si nimeni nu-mi poate lua bucuria asta de a fi eu insa-mi cu adevarat dupa mult prea mult timp …de-ar venii ploaia mai repede…
in mijloc de padure-alerg
departe de mediul urban trist si poluat
imi inchipui ca merg
pe benzi iar viata deruleaza un timp uitat
in jurul meu
si totu-i uscat
de singuratatea ce m-a acaparat
deschid bratele
sa cuprind ploaia
ce-nlocuieste lacrimile
si sterge indoiala
cred ca merg
nici nu mai simt ca de fapt alerg
brusc ma opresc
in sincron cu ploaia
am in fata mea un abis
si munti ce-mi par vis…
m-am aseza am privit
si-am zis:Maine vine cu un nou rasarit…

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Atat de cenusiu…

June 1, 2009 at 8:43 am (''Romanisme'')

Atat de cenusiu…

Unde candva era
o pata de culoare
Acum gasesc un trist
Apus de soare

Candva
,demult simteam
Fiece zi senina
Acum, chiar ieri plangeam
Doar din a
ta vina

Pana ieri radeam
La orice gluma simpla
Cadeam ma ridicam
Spuneam se mai intampla…

Atat de cenusiu
E cerul vietii mele
De mult n-are nici luna
Nici sutele de stele
Locul tau pustiu
Pe
patul cenusiu
Ca iubirea mea
Neatins va sta…

Prapastia adanca
E acum lac de stanca
De lacrimile mele
S-a umplut devreme

Ce
vreme nervoasa
Isi face acum casa
In pace nu ma lasa…
Ce noapte
furtunoasa….

Imi este viata toata
Ce greu imi e sa mai zambesc o
data
Ma simt atat de moarta
Pentru tine si lumea toata

Noaptea
asta
Isi are sfarsit
Ca-n fiece data
Va venii un rasarit…

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