" Heart Tattoo" – 1246 rezultate
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RTRobert Tofan
Data nastere: 13 August 1981 e-mail: (tofan.robert@yahoo.de) On every street in every city, there's a nobody who dreams of being a somebody. He's a lonely forgotten man desperate to prove that he's alive.
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RRrusoiu raluca
Textele mele...sa ma gandesc ...ce pot sa spun despre ele?!Sunt cuvinte rupte din suflet,scrise in urma unei lovituri demonice.Cicatrice am inca si azi...tot ce am scris am simtit pana in adancul sufletului,am trait pana in adncul maduvii si am gandit ...poate... pana in adancul neuronului.Acestea reprezinta "Moartea unui inger" dupa cum am si o proza, trecerea d la speranta la deznadejde,suferinta, dezamagire, si, in sfarsit, la moarte.Poate suna prea dur moarte, dar nu ma refer la moartea trupeasca, ci la cea sufleteasca, ceea ce este si ma dur.Poeziile mele sunt lopeti d pamant puse una peste alta pentru a-mi ingropa viata.Prin poeziile mele si proze sper ca lumea sa invete ceva din ele si sa nu faca aceleasi greseli ca acele "personeje lirice".Totul incepe frumos, la inceput cuvinte frumase, inaltatoare, dar treptat, treptat duc spre morminte , demoni, iad etc.Insa in spatele acestor cuvinte se afla cel mai amar sentimet-dragostea.Ce a fost dragostea pentru mine?!moartea ingerului...
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GKGabriel J. Khazini
Broken glass still echoes in his heart as broken mirrors, Heart that once danced love and fear... And thus all puppets sing the song that hurt the puppeteer
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Mantra Shirokuro
I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..
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Ovidiu Tarau
There's no rain...the raindrops are God's tears for mankind forgot how to love with all the heart...
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AAmara
"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish
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RVRenée Vivien
Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (11 June 1877 - 18 November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language.[1][2] She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry. Vivien was born in London, England to a wealthy British father and an American mother from Jackson, Michigan. She grew up in Paris and London. Upon inheriting her father's fortune at 21, she emigrated permanently to France. In Paris, Vivien's dress and lifestyle were as notorious among the bohemian set as was her verse. She lived lavishly, as an open lesbian, and carried on a well-known affair with American heiress and writer Natalie Clifford Barney. She also harbored a lifelong obsession with her closest childhood friend and neighbor, Violet Shillito – a relationship that remained unconsummated. In 1900 Vivien abandoned this chaste love, when the great romance with Natalie...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Adam Drucker
The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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dare
de alice drogoreanu
* =most recent entries țin ochii deschiși și nu văd nimic o furnică ajunge pe deget s-ar încumeta la mai mult o urechelniță o mierlă tot felul de urme și mirosuri verzi o invazie care crește devine...
Heart Desires
de Coana Loenida
I won\'t ask that you promise anything. Your voice on the phone captures me nails me enthralls me. I could be so happy if I could hold you and feel you fit against me where my heart knows you belong....
heart of matter
de Ela Victoria Luca
Credea că pot vorbi cu pietrele și aș avea cumva priceperea destrămării foițelor de papirus în conuri viorii. Am spus că Ra este doar acela care îți visează calea, tu mergi fără ochi și aduci lavanda...
heart made
de angela spinei
păsări din saragosa își curăță penele și zboară amintirile sunt palme întinse pe pământ ca în jocul cu stelele ale mele sunt mai mari mai adânci mai profunde sa nu mă uiți într-un sipete va veni apa...
heart shaped glasses
de emilian valeriu pal
nemîncat de patru zile. mda. dacă aș avea un playlist ar fi o singură piesa: i feel good. nici măcar nu mă doare așa de tare încît să cad decent pe stradă de beat ce sînt. la o adică ce? taică-su a...
heart/break hotel (iubind aproapele)
de Mirela Lungu
aerul acesta pe care-l respiri îl vreau în plămâni adânc atât de adânc încât să-mi rupă coastele toate cele trei și să cred că este fum de țigară chelnerii strâng scrumul zilelor noastre, acelea în...
Heart over mind
de voiculescu daniela
sunt eu și acoperișurile albe... ninge încet. câinii încep să urle, lasă urme pe drum... renunț la baie, ca să mă încălzesc cu lumina zăpezii și să-mi împac pântecul mic, ghem de rodie... acum,...
heart lines
de Zavalic Antonia-Luiza
după un timp mi-am spus, voi fi o întunecare cu valuri cineva va opri și-mi va închide ochii dincolo de orice locuire două mâini se ating în spatele unor oglinzi împărtășind un viitor tras în afara...
Heart of glass
de Miruna Gavriliu
What am I to you? - A black-and-white pokemon pinned on a canvas, a fluffy explorer roaming the interstellar space, a drop-dead hag, but not yet in her bloom Yet no harm’s done And nothing’s coming...
Distant heart
de radu adrian craciun
Hours of morning light When the silence cleanses Bird’s singing flight Upwards from the meadows. Bare foot I am running Oh! Such a happy child The whole world is spinning Round and around. Over the...