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În acte esti viu

ColecțieEbook63 texte

Volum de versuri – editura Dharana – 2001 - ISBN 973-85007-4-5 821.135.1-1

de Traian Calin Uba

cortina

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În spatele cortinei

portret

portret

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Portret în ulei de măsline

versuri_antigenitive

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volum în pregătire

de Luminita Suse

lumea_inocentei

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Călătorie în lumea inocenței

de Anisoara Iordache

Veronica VăleanuVV

Veronica Văleanu

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All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.

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John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Osho

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Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...

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Ioana Veronica EpureIE

Ioana Veronica Epure

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Născută pe 22 iunie 1988, am terminat liceul Traian din Constanța, profil mate-fizică. Studentă la Facultatea de Comunicare și Relații Publice "David Ogilvy" din cadrul SNSPA. Texte publicate în Informația Cernavodei (ziar local cernavodean), Adolescentul (suplimentul cotidianului Cuget Liber), revistele literare Agora și Tomis. Premiul "Tinere Condeie" 2004, 2005. Participare la festivalul Primăvara poeților, 2006. Membră a cenaclurilor literare Săgetătorul și Atlantis. Membră agonia.ro din iulie 2004. "I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers. We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon. Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty. When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too. After all festivities the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me." (Vangelis, "The Little Fete")

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Publilius SyrusPS

Publilius Syrus

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Scriitor latin, de origine siriană. Autor de mimi (farse), care abundau în maxime morale (sententiae) foarte apreciate atât de contemporanii săi, cât și de posteritate. Engleză Publilius (less correctly Publius) Syrus, a Latin writer of maxims, flourished in the 1st century BC. He was a Syrian who was brought as a slave to Italy, but by his wit and talent he won the favor of his master, who freed and educated him. His mimes, in which he acted himself, had a great success in the provincial towns of Italy and at the games given by Caesar in 46 BC. Publilius was perhaps even more famous as an improviser, and received from Caesar himself the prize in a contest in which he vanquished all his competitors, including the celebrated Decimus Laberius. All that remains of his works is a collection of Sentences (Sententiae), a series of moral maxims in iambic and trochaic verse. This collection must have been made at a very early date, since it was known to Aulus Gellius in the 2nd century AD....

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P. D. OuspenskyPO

P. D. Ouspensky

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Peter D. Ouspensky (March 4, 1878–October 2, 1947), (Pyotr Demianovich Ouspenskii, also Uspenskii or Uspensky, Пётр Демья́нович Успе́нский), a Russian esotericist known for his expositions of the early work of the Greek-Armenian teacher of esoteric doctrine George Gurdjieff, whom he met in Moscow in 1915. He was associated with the ideas and practices originating with Gurdjieff from then on. In 1924, he separated from Gurdjieff personally, and some, including Rodney Collin among others, say that he finally gave up the (Gurdjieff) "system" that he had shared with people for 25 years in England and the United States, but his own recorded words on the subject ("A Record of Meetings," published posthumously) do not clearly endorse this judgement nor does Ouspensky's emphasis on "you must make a new beginning" after confessing "I've left the...

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Gheorghe StanilaGS

Gheorghe Stanila

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M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!

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Giutza

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sunt Giu din arad,mai mult in timi,am 22 de ani,leoaica,prietenii imi zik mamy datorita faptului ca sunt grijulie..si mai pove noi late,oki?

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CB

castellano bruno

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Sint ca o bezna in intunericul mult prea mare. Sint un trecator prin asta lume... Sint PRAF SI VIS Sint ceea ce nu am stiut ca sint si voi deveni ceea ce nu voi vedea...

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chirita

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poveste trista inceputa odata de mult in tinerete si continua si acum la mijlocul unui timp aproape pierdut..........

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în must cafeaua zace

de Ștefan Petrea

tăcerea de ființă ci încă nu mă paște aud a ta venire în dimineți de lapte eu nu exist - s-ar spune, culegător de șoapte nu vreau eternitatea ci rogu-te mă naște a mea întreagă viață doar haos...

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Societatea în oglindă

de Tinca Mihai-Paul

Societatea în oglindă Cafeaua neagră zace într-o cană fără toartă, Spuma-i formează zâmbete intrigante Pe care le sorb cu nesaț, holbându-mă la poartă Cum se deschide vibrând, cu scârțâieli...

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Viciu

de Popica-Savin Alina-Roxana

Cafeaua zace mult prea rece În ceașca albă de cristal, Iar izu-i aspru, tăcut trece, Prin fața mea. Un imoral. Un ultim fum, și ea se stinge, Mocnit în umbră, într-un colț. Și înc-o clipă se prelinge...

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de Iulia Damian

Stau și fumez pe canapeaua din camera Lui, Mai sorb din cafeaua ce zace pe masă, Stau și-l aștept pe ... El, Să-l sărut și să mă pierd în brațele Lui. Privesc în jurul meu, Și cad în letargia visului...

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Ziua inocenților

de Sava Theo

Ziua inocenților Prolog Cafeaua avea alt gust. Adică același gust, dar altul decât acela la care se aștepta. Era convinsă ca Nela, din comoditatea și prostia ei legendară cumpărase iar cafea de la...

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