"I'd love to have mornings with you" or The 6th story that seems to have nothing to do with anything

THE SIXTH STORY THAT SEEMS TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING.

I'd love to have mornings with you, he said.

She looked at him with pity. And what a good reputation he had! The perfect lover. No complications. don't call when you don't have to.

Why don't you marry me? he says. I want more...

I'd love to have mornings with you.

Mornings are just the contents of a book you can't publish.

The sixth story that seems to have nothing to do with anything.

What cold hands and incandescently naughty eyes, sight.

They're both like entering a club where you're asked for a password for access.

They both say it: I know exactly what I want. Sex. So.

What if at a woman's heart, it can get through her vagina?

My comment:

Here it is as clear as possible: express both the real fact that WE MET in the ZAZA CLUB in Cluj, and, for the unknowns of the experiment, those like me, already foreshadowed, the "SECRET CLUB" of those who already for 7 years abuse me, terrorize and intervene in my real life, without any rights: Masonic clubs and semi secret, exclusive elites, where, obviously, the "PASSWORD" for the ACCESS of Radu F. Constantinescu and Maticiuc, WAS ME, as what already is already in this text which is completely his fantasy and, playing the social and psychological experiment of these mentally alienated who produced it.

As for, the so-called "incandescent naughty sight", the word "naughty", associated next to "incandescent", besides the fact that it is a metaphor that can be used by any person who falls in love with another person the first time he sees it in reality, that "love at first sight", in this case, now knowing what it is really about, about the fanatical interpretations of mentally ill people who have used me, of the real events of my life, and, including my dreams, for their own phantasmagoric interpretations of the Bible, which are NOT real, but, they used me as the so-called "prophet", prostitute, madwoman, goddess, surrogate, all together!, so, the association of the two words, naughty and incandescent, represents something else entirely.

As clearly as possible, the word "naughty" is part, (like all the other words in this text and many others in that book, Uncensored), of the arsenal of "seduction" and the vocabulary necessary for those fanatics to believe that I would be what was ultimately intended to be, that "goddess Ishtar", aka goddess of femininity and sex, who incites the minds of all men, that is why Radu Constantinescu was allowed to write as much as possible about me, raised in glory, 'beloved', being presented as the "absolute woman", goddess Ishtar, goddess of sex who "ignites" the hearts and fantasies of men, which is why I was presented virtually to Hollywood and the entire elite of the world.

And the lava is incandescent, so the minds of the pyromaniac

( ARSONIST; I do not know if this word means the translation of the word which means a sick person, -because it is considered a disease-, obsessed with setting fire; this is the translation that bing translated, because in my dictionary I do not have the translation of this word, but, I leave it written here in parenthesis for connoisseurs of English, maybe I can find an explanation on your pages), those who set fire to the churches for no reason, had to be 'heated'!

Everything is his fantasy, because nothing has ever happened in reality, as I wrote in the comment of other texts already published here. I've already described here, once how and in what circumstances we met in the Zaza club, but, I'll also write for the general public, starting with the translation of the conversations between me and him from the Messanger in 2014.

"What if at a woman's heart, it can get through her vagina?"

This simple sentence reveals very clearly the same thing: they had to invent stories of a sexual nature, for the roles he was going to play, and for the role they had assigned to me, without me knowing and, first of all, to invent reasons to be allowed to spy freely in America, to fulfill the mission for which they were hired, that of delivering fantasies with the 'power of imagination', to those who need it, that is, Mr. George Soros and others, according to their clear public exposition of this, without care about the REAL LIVES of the people they use and to whom they have changed the whole normal and natural course of life, left by God, destiny and free will , i.e. the personal choice of the path that everyone does as it wishes.

So instead of using actors, even if not from Hollywood, be they and Romanians, if that's what clown Codin Maticiuc wanted, to be the star, and change the politicians and presidents of America, and in Romania, by the "power of imagination and fantasy" that he has been delivering for 7 years already, together with the Constantinescu family, to those whom everyone already knows that they are behind this story, exclusively abusing us, me and my family, he and his troupe of actors had to play all the roles dreamed of or imagined by those who only know how to live, through others, invading the life and private property of others, without any rights and violating the most basic human rights, while presenting themselves as philanthropists and defenders of human rights.

The following sentence "Shut up, you say it's a line from a horror movie! But you like horror movies!" clearly indicates what was directed to happen, what it was: a horror film, real, with my life and my family, but, as an element of gaslight, used in many texts of his, of changing reality, clearly inducing the perception that they can do what they want with me because, I quote "I would like horror movies".

Shut up, you say it's a line from a horror movie!

But you like horror movies!

You're a jerk.

If you liked the good ones, you'd stay home.

My comment:

This simple phrase, reveals very clearly all the lies that have been told over time about my husband, including Codin Maticiuc's criminal intention, publicly exposed, to frame him with a criminal record, which they did, (as in the case of Tudi, the ones they later killed), but after we changed the lawyer, and we got a former prosecutor, it turned out, very clearly, my husband's innocence, he also had the final sentence in this regard.

This simple phrase proves very clearly that they always knew that my husband is a very good man, fair, faithful and kind; So, from the start, all their lies, already proven, are exactly what the word lies mean: UNTRUTH and SET UP.

At the hotel reception they are required to have an ID. She's panicking. He makes a joke in the whisper: ID? Weren't we here for a sexual act?

She gets angry: it's the worst joke you've ever made today.

He gives the ID and says cold:

it's enough just mine, we're married.

That's very true. It's just that everyone with someone else.

She came with sexy underwear in her purse. What if he caught you?

A gentleman never walks in a lady's purse.

Too bad, look what he lost.

She's going to change in the bathroom. He feels like at the theater. The bathroom door is the curtain.

beyond it, behind the scenes, DIVA.

How beautiful love is at the premiere.

Each of them is an actor, and an audience.

They had some learned lines, but they forgot them.

She's got stage fright.

She doesn't want to get on the bed like a stage.

She walks in front of him, hesitantly, in underwear and heels. Too many thoughts, too little wine. She'd like to ask him ,"How do I look?", but she's afraid she's overreacting and he's going to call her "like a young girl."

SHE'S AFRAID FOR NOTHING.

No man says what he thinks before the first sex with a woman. We all say what we think we should.

And SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL that every lie seems justified.

my comment:

These sentences also clearly indicate the idea of theatre, film, curtain, everything directed by them, but, still, it shows something very clear: the fact that I, quote, "do not want to climb into bed as a stage", clearly indicate that I do NOT give in to his "spits" and that I was NOT interested in how he tried to appear and how he forces things through his writings for you, viewers of this horror scenario of psychopaths.

He feels he has to help her. Nudeness only confuses us when the other one's dressed.

You want me to take my shirt off? Brave: No, pants. I'll take care of it. In fact, she knows her hands are shaking so hard that she can't open a few buttons. With a zipper, she'd do better. She tries to do it while she kisses him, but she doesn't walk and gets down on her knees. Let's get a better look. It's his turn to lose control.

How did she explain those aubergine knees at home?

the days pass. But it's like only their nights are left. only they remember.

The rest is not time, it's waiting. It's foreplay.

No matter how small the purse, it always fits in it and the underwear.

He calls her at a safe time and asks her what they're coming to get.

It's like they're in some kind of marriage: honey, what do you want me to take on the way to the hotel?

The wines change: white, red, rosé, champagne. Demisec. Sec. Sex.

Intimate underwear also changes: black, white, nude. Without realizing it, they've changed, too.

I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU. by Christmas.

That Christmas underwear end up in the purse without anyone else knowing about it.

What are you doing with that? I'll throw it on the way home.

The next day he called him: you know what? I got FORGOT in the cab.

Christmas suit, bra and panties.

My comment:

Christmas underwear, it's the costume in the picture, the picture that I took, along with others, at the Christmas fair in December 2014 where, I went with my husband to sell more goods, and to make money, because we had no more shops, business, because of them (and you will see why I say that, with evidence, because they are the culprits who hide behind some very BIG illegalities) and we had no other sources of income. It was extraordinarily hard, but I'm going to write about everything in other articles, because even then they acted on us.

So, he saw pictures I took of some merchandise, like this Christmas underwear suit, and, he invented this text. This is the psychopathic "author" to whom God gave another chance at life and to repair all the mistakes and sins he had before, he had a car accident, but he, instead of understanding what was offered to him, sold his soul to the Devil, doing only intentionally, evil, in a worthy of psychiatry manner.

Good that we're Romanians. If we were Germans, the cabbie would come to the door to return your lost goods. Let me see if your man answered.

Don't make promises when you're happy.

Don't ask questions if you're not ready to hear the answers you're afraid of.

WHAT are YOUR PLANS for the FUTURE? he asks her inopportunely.

My plans for the future with you are until morning. What's with you?

He shuts up. Then he sigh:

I'd LIKE to HAVE MORNINGS with YOU.

She looked at him with pity: and what a good reputation he had! The perfect lover. No complications. He doesn't call when he doesn't have to.

He asked her:

WHAT WOULD IT BE TO MARRY ME ? I want more!

Do you really think sleeping next to me means more?

Washing your clothes and drying them means more? Praise you when you iron your own shirt means more?

My comment:

About this idea of marriage, this "marry me" that he has presented several times, has a great connection with the role that he played all these years, role of so-called "husband" of mine and which, is expressed in another text that I published in another blog article. I'm bringing it back to you because I have to make an essential addition. Of course, I also have an essential addition to the idea of washing clothes, drying and ironing the shirt, because it does not belong to him, even if it is something common, ordinary; it is a real event in my life, in which I was asked by one man, in a certain context, to wash his shirt and iron it, and, of course, inspired also from reality, from the discussions he heard in the house or on the phone, he knew that I was always advised so by my grandmother (in particular), but also by my mother and even my father, how to iron my husband's shirts.

it is about this text and I quote:" And, here's Don Quijote, posted by me on my Facebook page, on July 25, 2014, after I had previously distributed an article he wrote, and I quoted a sentence from inside that article: "The most beautiful form of success is happiness." So, what did I suggest through Don Quijote's windmills? To leave me alone and to see to his happiness, the one he married; the title of the article was this: "Someone asked me if I had an erotic fantasy: Yes, I did, I married her."

READ this article too:

https://www.oanastavilanewyork.com/single-post/fake-news-and-the-real-clone-constantinescu-lehanceanu-ramona

In reality and again, as a simple reader, this sentence can mean what any normal man can say about his wife whom he married for love, just as my husband said that about me and any man who loves.

In the alternative, that CODEWORDS, this sentence actually, wants to mean exactly that experiment in which he played the role of my husband, in which I was supposed to be "wife, that is, erotic fantasy, the one he married", virtual and imaginary of course. Why am I saying that? I have a screenshot of his post (which I have to look for and I'll publish), in which he had posted this article entitled "Someone asked me if I had an erotic fantasy: Yes, I did, I married her", where do you think? Precisely on the blog AVON Romania, I mean, he had written this article for the cosmetics company with sale MLM, and NOT for his personal blog, as was natural for a husband super passionate about erotic fantasy, ie by former mistress, current wife, Ramona Constantinescu.

Here, in this photo, the article published on AVONSPACEBLOG.RO

I remembered later, and I made the connection between the fact that I worked for the cosmetics company for sale MLM, ORIFLAME, so, the publication of that article on the Avon blog and written for Avon, clearly referred to me, again, as a target, the "goddess" of fanatics; it means, in fact, what ALL this MASQUERADE and CARICATURE of THEIR LIVES MEANS:

a SHOW for FOOLS, with POLITICAL

increments and GAMES for POWER and FINANCIAL INTERESTS, combined with the SICK IMAGINATION of some, and, unfortunately, with a negative and very serious impact on INNOCENT LIVES and DESTINIES.

Well, if it means more than that, why aren't you home snoring next to your wife?

You have the nerve to criticize me! he said

You have the nerve to ask me to marry you. When I'm not even divorced. she says

I'd love to have mornings with you.

MY COMMENT: I DON'T!

Now, you psychopathic criminals, Maticiuc and Constantinescu family, along with your ZIONIST accomplices who directed the whole show, all go to unmasking in front of the law!

So, as clearly as possible, I repeat and quote:

"made in November 2017, by a character named

MARK AURELIUS.

I will quote:

"Mark Aurelius was thinking about state hand beard -

THE LITTLE STORY OF A MAN from the cycle

THE PARALLEL (DEEP) STATE does not 'exist'

he grabs and made in a friend's garage, a prototype of what was to be made an INVENTION... GENIUS (RIGHT?)

After a FEW TESTS on the PROTOTYPE which has been successful, decided to organize the effort or in the form of a patent of invention. Then, gather the forms organized in the form of paper, fit them into a file after the topic required by the laws and regulations and set up at OSIM, the patent Office, inventions and trademarks of his country. There was warmly received, admired not only for the brilliant idea, but also for the form in compliance with THE DOSSIER; asked questions, receive some advice and clarification related to the race of the dossier or, receive a registration number and a written confirmation from the office that he filed the file on the current data. Then he was warmly instructed to wait at home a letter which, other to ask further details, or to announce it in connection with the fact that the patent was verified that there was SOMETHING SIMILAR ON THE PLANET, it complements with all that is required and is to be approved.

he wakes up with an email from the office inviting him to urgently contact Mrs. X.

Find out from the two gentlemen that HIS INVENTION, the one for which he had applied for the patent, has "MILITARY POTENTIAL".

READ THIS ARTICLE with MR.X, aka GEORGE SOROS, the PARTNER of BIll GATES, "he grabs and made in a friend's garage, a prototype of what was to become an INVENTION... GENIUS (RIGHT?)", "the INVENTOR" aka Radu F. Constantinescu!

And that because of this and because he, the inventor, does NOT have certified, the INVENTION WAS SECRETED and he, THE INVENTOR, no longer has access to the invention, which is to enter the STATE'S PATRIMONY and TO BE RECAMEMED by the ARMY, WHEN, HOW and IF DEEMED NECESSARY.

he hears a recommend of one of the two gentlemen, the one who seemed higher in rank:

"We advise you to forget this thing. It's better NOT to try further developments.

"Discleimar" (mar in Romanian means APPLE)

The STORY is, of course, "FICTIONAL"... Any reassembly to facts or REAL PEOPLE is simply... FORBIDDEN.

Note:

all the pictures belong to me and are taken by me; screenshots which is related, that concern MY LIFE and this unwanted event that took place without my consent, and have direct connection to what happened, are made by me and, I am more than entitled to use them, because I have NOT being asked, nor have I been asked for consent for a whole world to enter with boots in MY PRIVATE LIFE.

also, all the texts on this blog are written by me, where I quoted, I indicated the source, the author and even I put the link where the case and I found something like this. I do not authorize anyone, nor to publish these texts, except the full distribution of the article from here, from my blog, on social media, or, with my explicit consent; neither to be inspired, nor to make films or to write books about my life.

Whoever does this, without my consent, will be sued, according to legal rights.

Anyone wishing to publish a book or make a film about my life is asked to contact me at the email address: oanastavilanewyork@gmail.com, here, or on the social pages, all of which are with my real name.

https://oanastavilanewyork.com/

A 6 a poveste care pare sa nu aiba legatura cu nimic

Ce maini reci si ce priviri incandescent de obraznice.

Amandoi sunt ca la intrarea intr-un club unde ti se cere o parola pentru acces.

O spun amandoi: stiu foarte bine ce vreau. Sex. Atat.

Si daca la inima unei femei, se poate ajunge prin vagin?

Comentariul meu:

Aici e cat se poate de clar: exprima atat faptul real ca ne-am cunoscut in clubul Zaza din Cluj, cat si, pentru necunoscatorii experimentului, cei ca mine, deja se prefigura, "clubul" secret al celor care deja de 7 ani de zile ma abuzeaza, terorizeaza si intervin in viata mea reala, fara niciun drept: cluburi masonice si semi secrete, de elite exclusiviste, unde, in mod evident, "parola" pentru accesul lui Radu F. Constantinescu si a lui Maticiuc, eram eu, pe post de ceea ce insinueaza deja in acest text care este complet fantezia lui si, joaca de-a experimentul social si psihologic al acestor alienati mintal care l-au produs.

In ceea ce priveste, asa zisa "sight incandescent de obraznica", cuvantul "naughty", asociat langa "incandescent", pe langa faptul ca este o metafora care poate fi folosita de catre orice persoana care se indragosteste de o alta persoana prima data cand o vede in realitate, acea "dragoste la prima vedere", in acest caz, cunoscand acum despre ce e vorba in realitate, despre interpretarile fanatice ale unor persoane bolnave psihic care s-au folosit de mine, de intamplarile reale din viata mea, si, inclusiv de visele mele, pentru propriile lor interpretari fantasmagorice din Biblie, care NU sunt reale, dar, s-au folosit de mine pe post de asa zis "profet", prostituata, nebuna, zeita, surogat, toate la un loc!, deci, asocierea celor doua cuvinte, naughty si incandescent, reprezinta cu totul altceva.

In mod cat se poate de clar, cuvantul "naughty" face parte, (ca si toate celelalte cuvinte din acest text si multe altele din respectiva carte, Necenzurat), din arsenalul de "seductie" si vocabularul necesar pentru ca acei fanatici, sa creada ca eu as fi ceea ce s-a dorit in final a fi, acea "zeita Ishtar, aka zeita feminitatii si a sexului, care incita mintile tuturor barbatilor, tocmai de aceea, Radu Constantinescu a fost lasat sa scrie cat mai mult despre mine, ridicata in slavi, 'iubita", fiind prezentata ca "femeia absoluta", zeita Ishtar, zeita a sexului care "aprinde" inimile si fanteziile barbatilor, tocmai de aceea am fost prezentata virtual Hollywoodului si intregii elite a lumii.

Si lava e incandescenta, deci mintile piromanilor, cei care dau foc bisericilor fara niciun motiv, trebuiau 'incalzite'!

Totul este fantezia lui, deoarece niciodata NU s-a intamplat absolut nimic in realitate, asa cum am mai scris la comentariul altor texte deja publicate aici. Deja am descris aici, mai demult cum si in ce imprejurari ne-am cunoscut in clubul Zaza, dar, o sa scriu si pentru publicul larg, incepand cu traducerea conversatiilor dintre mine si el de pe messanger din 2014.

"Si daca la inima unei femei, se poate ajunge prin vagin?"

Aceasta simpla propozitie releva foarte clar acelasi lucru: trebuiau sa inventeze povesti de natura sexuala, pentru rolurile pe care el avea sa le joace, precum si pentru rolul pe care ei mi-l alocasera mie, fara ca eu sa stiu si, in primul rand, pentru a inventa motive pentru a fi lasati sa spioneze in voie in America, pentru a-si indeplini misiunea pentru care ei au fost angajati, aceea de a le livra fantezii cu 'puterea imaginatiei', celor care au nevoie de asa ceva, adica domnul George Soros si altii, dupa clara lor expunere publica a acestui lucru, fara sa le pese de vietile reale ale oamenilor pe care ei ii folosesc si carora ei le-au schimbat intreg cursul normal si firesc al vietii, lasat de Dumnezeu, destin si liberul arbitru, adica alegerea personala a caii pe care fiecare si-o face asa cum doreste.

Deci, in loc sa foloseasca actori, chiar daca nu de la Hollywood, fie ei si Romani, daca asta a vrut clovnul Codin Maticiuc, sa fie vedeta si sa schimbe politicenii si Presedintii din America, si din Romania, prin "puterea imaginatiei si fanteziei" pe care le-o livreaza deja de 7 ani de zile, impreuna cu familia Constantinescu, celor pe care toata lumea ii cunoaste deja ca sunt in spatele acestei povesti, exclusiv abuzandu-ne pe noi, pe mine si familia mea, trebuia sa joace el si trupa lui de actori toate rolurile visate sau imaginate de cei care doar asa stiu sa traiasca, prin altii, invadand viata si proprietatea privata a altora, fara niciun drept si incalcand cele mai elementare drepturi ale omului, in timp ce se prezinta ca fiind filantropi si aparatori ai drepturilor omului.

Propozitia urmatoare " Shut up, you say it's a line from a horror movie! But you like horror movies!" indica foarte clar ceea ce era regizat sa se intample, ceea ce a si fost: un film horor, real, cu viata mea si a familiei mele, dar, ca element de gaslight, folosit in foarte multe texte de ale lui, de schimbare a realitatii, in mod clar, inducerea perceptiei ca ei pot face ceea ce vor cu mine, deoarece, eu citez "mie mi-ar like filmele horor"

Taci, zici ca-i o replica dintr-un film de groaza!

Dar tie iti plac filmele de groaza!

Esti un nesimtit.

Daca iti placeau aia cuminti, stateai acasa.

Comentariul meu:

Aceasta simpla fraza, releva foarte clar toate minciunile care au fost spuse de-a lungul timpului despre sotul meu, inclusiv intentia criminala a lui Codin Maticiuc, expusa public, de a-i inscena un dosar penal, ceea ce ei au si facut, (ca si in cazul lui Tudi, cei pe care ei l-au si omorat ulterior), dar, dupa ce am schimbat si avocatul, si ne-am luat un fost procuror, s-a dovedit, foarte clar, nevinovatia sotului meu, el avand si sentinta definitiva in acest sens.

Aceasta simpla fraza, dovedeste foarte clar ca ei au stiut intotdeauna ca sotul meu este un barbat foarte bun, corect, fidel si de casa; deci, din start, toate minciunile lor, deja dovedite, sunt exact ceea ce inseamna cuvintul minciuna: neadevar si inscenare.

La receptia hotelului li se cere un act de identitate. Ea se panicheaza. El face o gluma in soapta: Act de identitate? nu eram aici pentru un act sexual?

Ea se enerveaza: e cea mai proasta gluma pe care ai facut-o astazi.

El da buletinul si spune rece: e suficient doar al meu, suntem casatoriti.

E foarte adevarat. Doar ca fiecare cu altcineva.

Ea a venit cu lenjerie intima sexy in poseta. Daca te prindea?

Un gentleman nu umbla niciodata in poseta unei doamne.

Pacat, uite ce a pierdut. Ea se duce sa se schimbe in baie.

El se simte ca la teatru. usa de la baie e cortina. dincolo de ea, in culise, DIVA.

Ce frumoasa e iubirea la premiera. Fiecare dintre ei e si actor, si public. Aveau niste replici invatate, dar le-au uitat.

Ea are trac. Ea NU vrea sa urce pe patul ca o scena.

Ea se plimba prin fata lui, ezitant, in lenjerie intima si pe tocuri. Prea multe ganduri, prea putin vin.

Ar vrea sa-l intrebe "Cum arat?", dar ea se teme ca a exagerat si el ii va spune ei "ca o pitipoanca". Ea se teme degeaba. Niciun barbat nu spune ce gandeste inainte de prima partida de sex cu o femeie. Toti spunem ce credem ca trebuie.

Iar ea e atat de frumoasa incat orice minciuna pare justificata.

Comentariul meu:

Aceste propozitii, de asemenea, indica clar ideea de teatru, film, cortina, totul regizat de catre ei, dar, mai arata inca ceva foarte clar: faptul ca eu, citez, "NU vrea sa urce in patul ca o scena", indica foarte clar ca eu NU cedam "ispitelor" lui si ca NU ma interesa el asa cum incerca sa para si cum forta lucrurile prin scrierile lui pentru voi, spectatorii acestui scenariu horor de psihopati.

Simte ca trebuie sa o ajute. Nuditatea ne incurca doar cand celalalt e imbracat.

Vrei sa-mi scot camasa? Braveaza: Nu, pantalonii. Ma ocup eu. De fapt, ea stie ca mainile ii tremura atat de tare incat nu e in stare sa deschida cativa nasturi. Cu un fermoar s-ar descurca mai bine. Ea incearca sa o faca in timp ce il saruta, dar nu merge si se lasa in genunchi. Sa vada mai bine. E randul lui sa piarda controlul.

Oare cum a explicat ea acasa genunchii aia vineti?

zilele trec. Dar parca numai noptile le raman. numai de ele isi amintesc. Restul nu e timp, e asteptare. E preludiu.

Indiferent cat de mica e poseta, mereu incape in ea si lenjeria intima. El o suna la o ora sigura si o intreaba ce vin sa ia. Parca ei sunt intr-un fel de casnicie: draga, ce vrei sa iau in drum spre hotel? Vinurile se schimba: alb, rosu, roze, sampanie. Demisec. Sec. Sex. Lenjeria intima se schimba si ea: neagra, alba, nude. Fara sa-si dea seama, s-au schimbat si ei.

Am un cadou pentru tine. De Craciun. Lenjeria aia de Craciunita a ajuns in poseta fara sa mai stie cineva de ea.

Cu asta ce faci? o arunc in drum spre casa. A doua zi l-a sunat: stii ce? Am uitat-o in taxi. costumul de Craciun, sutienul si chiloteii.

Comentariul meu:

Lenjeria de Craciunita, este costumul din poza, poza pe care am facut-o, impreuna cu altele, la targul de Craciun din decembrie 2014 unde, am mers cu sotul meu ca sa mai vindem din marfuri, si sa facem bani, deoarece nu mai aveam magazine, business, din cauza lor (si veti vedea si de ce afirm asta, cu dovezi, deoarece ei sunt vinovatii care se ascund in spatele unor ilegalitati foarte BIG) si nu aveam nici alte surse de venit. A fost extraordinar de greu, dar o sa scriu despre toate si in alte articole, deoarece inclusiv atunci au actionat asupra noastra. Deci, el a vazut poze facute de mine unor marfuri, ca si acest costum de lenjerie de Craciunita si, a inventat acest text.

Acesta este "autorul" psihopat caruia Dumnezeu i-a mai dat o sansa la viata si sa-si repare toate greselile si pacatele pe care le avuse pana atunci cand, a avut accident de masina, dar el, in loc sa inteleaga ce i-a fost oferit, si-a vandut sufletul Diavolului, facand doar rau intentionat, malefic, intr-o maniera 'demna' de psihiatrie.

Bine ca suntem romani. Daca eram nemti venea taximetristrul la usa sa-ti returneze bunurile pierdute. Sa te vad daca raspundea barbatul tau.

Sa nu faci promisiuni cand esti fericit.

Sa nu pui intrebari daca nu esti pregatit sa auzi raspunsurile de care iti e teama.

ce planuri de viitor ai? o intreaba el inoportun.

Planurile mele de viitor cu tine sunt pana dimineata Ce e cu tine?

El tace.

Apoi ofteaza: mi-ar placea sa am si dimineti cu tine.

Ea se uita la el cu mila: si ce reputatie buna avea! Amantul perfect. Fara complicatii. El nu suna cand nu trebuie.

El o intreba:

CE-AR FI SA TE CASATORESTI CU MINE? VREAU MAI MULT!

Tu chiar crezi ca sa si dormi langa mine inseamna mai mult?

Sa-ti spal hainele si sa le usuc inseamna mai mult? Sa te laud cand iti calci singur o camasa inseamna mai mult?

Despre aceasta idee de casatorie, acest "marry me" pe care l-a prezentat de mai multe ori, are o foarte mare legatura cu rolul pe care el l-a jucat in toti acesti ani, rol de asa zis "sot" al meu si care, este exprimat si intr-un alt text pe care l-am publicat intr-un alt articol de pe blog. Vi-l readuc in discutie deoarece trebuie sa fac o completare esentiala. Desigur, am o completare esentiala si despre ideea cu spalatul hainelor, uscatul si calcatul camasii, deoarece NU ii apartine, chiar daca este vorba despre ceva obisnuit, comun; este vorba despre o intamplare reala din viata mea, in care mi s-a cerut de catre un singur barbat, intr-un anumit context, sa ii spal camasa si sa i-o calc, si, desigur, inspirat tot din realitate, din discutiile pe care le auzea in casa sau la telefon, stia ca tot timpul eram sfatuita atat de bunica mea (in special), dar si de mama si chiar de tata, cum sa ii calc camasile sotului meu.

Despre aceasta idee de casatorie, acest "marry me" pe care l-a prezentat de mai multe ori, are o foarte mare legatura cu rolul pe care el l-a jucat in toti acesti ani, rol de asa zis "sot" al meu si care, este exprimat si intr-un alt text pe care l-am publicat intr-un alt articol de pe blog. Vi-l readuc in discutie deoarece trebuie sa fac o completare esentiala. Desigur, am o completare esentiala si despre ideea cu spalatul hainelor, uscatul si calcatul camasii, deoarece NU ii apartine, chiar daca este vorba despre ceva comun, obisnuit; este vorba despre o intamplare reala din viata mea, in care mi s-a cerut de catre un singur barbat, intr-un anumit context, sa ii spal camasa si sa i-o calc, si, desigur, inspirat tot din realitate, din discutiile pe care le auzea in casa sau la telefon, stia ca tot timpul eram sfatuita atat de bunica mea (in special), dar si de mama si chiar de tata, cum sa ii calc camasile sotului meu.

"Pai, daca inseamna asa un mai mult, de ce nu esti acasa, sa sforai langa nevasta ta?"

Si, ia uitati-l pe Don Quijote, postat de mine, pe pagina mea de Facebook, in July 25, 2014, dupa ce, in prealabil, distribuisem un articol scris de el, iar eu am citat o propozitie din interiorul acelui articol: "Cea mai frumoasa forma de succes e fericirea." Si, ce i-am sugerat prin morile de vant ale lui Don Quijote? SA ma lase in pace si sa-si vada de fericirea lui, cea cu care s-a insurat; titlul articolului era acesta: "M-a intrebat cineva daca am o fantezie erotica: Da, am, m-am insurat cu ea."

Deci, v-am spus eu: cea pe care o cautati, "zeita prostitutiei", daca exista, este chiar Ramona Constantinescu, iar sotul ei stie bine ce fantezii si-a pus in aplicare, cu nevasta lui!

In realitate si, din nou, ca simplu cititor, aceasta propozitie poate insemna ceea ce orice barbat normal poate spune despre sotia sa cu care s-a casatorit din dragoste, exact cum sotul meu a spus asta despre mine si, oricare barbat care iubeste. In subsidiar, acel CODEWORDS, aceasta propozitie de fapt, vrea sa insemne exact acel experiment in care el juca rolul de sot al meu, in care eu trebuia sa fiu "sotia, adica fantezia erotica, cea cu care s-a insurat" , virtual si imaginar desigur. De ce afirm asta? Am un screenshot al postarii lui (pe care trebuie sa il caut si o sa-l public), in care el postase acest articol intitulat "Someone asked me if I had an erotic fantasy: Yes, I did, I married her.", unde credeti? Tocmai pe blogul AVON Romania, adica, el scrisese acest articol pentru compania de produse cosmetice with vanzare MLM, si NU pentru blogul lui personal, asa cum era firesc pentru un sot super pasionat de fantezia erotica, adica by fosta amanta, actuala nevasta, Ramona Constantinescu. Mi-am amintit ulterior, si am facut legatura intre faptul ca eu am lucrat pentru compania de produse cosmetice cu vanzare MLM, ORIFLAME, deci, publicarea acelui articol pe blogul Avon si scris pentru Avon, se referea clar la mine, din nou, ca tinta, "zeita" a fanaticilor; insemna, de fapt, ceea ce inseamna toata aceasta mascarada si caricatura a vietii lor: un show pentru prosti, cu increngaturi politice si jocuri pentru putere si interese financiare, combinate cu imaginatia bolnava a unora si, din nefericire, cu un impact negativ si foarte grav asupra unor vieti si destine nevinovate.

Ai tupeu sa ma critici! zise el

Ai tupeu sa ma ceri de nevasta. Cand nu sunt nici macar divortata. spune ea

Mi-ar placea sa am dimineti cu tine.

Comentariul meu: MIE NU!

Acum, voi, criminalii psihopati, Maticiuc si Constantinescu family, impreuna cu complicii vostri care ati regizat intregul "show", treceti toti la demascare in fata legii!