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M-am nascut, exist, dar cine sunt? [ancheta sociala]

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Millosh Gjergj NikollaMN

Millosh Gjergj Nikolla

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Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...

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JK

John Keats

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John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...

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AM

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am fata de mancator de BaschetziAB

am fata de mancator de Baschetzi

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Sunt impotriva campurilor obligatorii. Nu din principiu.

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GA

GRECU A

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ID

Ion Dumitrescu

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Am fost mic acum sunt ceva mai mare

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marian vasiiMV

marian vasii

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Nascut la Brăila 19 aprilie 1990, elev cl X a, liceul de Artă « Hariclea Darclee » arhitectură desing. Absolvent în 2005 al școlii populare de artă. Activitati literare : *Concursul interjutetean de creatie literara ‘’Ars Nova’’-mentiune-sectia poezie-2005 * ‘’Personalitatea lui Mihai Eminescu in cultura romana’’-premiul II-sectia poezie-2006 * Concursul interjutetean de creatie literara ‘’Ars Nova’-premiul II-sectia poezie-2006 * Concursul de creatie literara ‘’Nicolae Iorga’’-premiul III-sectia poezie-2006 * Concursul interjutetean de creatie literara ‘’Ars Nova’-mentiune-2007 Expoziții: *Expoziție club Rotary 2005-premiul II grafică *Expoziția județeană Ion Gâță-2005 mentiune,2006 mențiune, 2007 mentiune *Expoziția Gh. Naum 2005,2006,2007-concurs național *Expozițiile anuale Vespasian Lungu 2003,2004,2005 *Expoziția „Dragobete”-aprilie2005,2006 cu Cenaclul Coloana H *Expoziția Salonul de Vară” august 2005 cu Cenaclul Coloana H *Expozitie personala- 6 ianuare 2006 *Expozitie in...

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Stefan Dragos

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HH

haha hoho

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MC

Malinescu Cornelia

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Nu am nimic

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October wine of roses

de Luminita Suse

I\'ve got the wine, I\'ve got the roses With a little luck she\'ll be here on time Chris de Burgh astăzi am văzut un bărbat alergând desculț cu pantofii în mâini a ridicat un pantof ca să îmi...

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Incertitude

de Alexandra Popa Scurtu

Am I gonna suffer, am I going not to? Am I gonna fight, am I gonna fail? Am I gonna be a puppet legless? O God, please not. Am I writing the last lines of my life? Cause handicapped, I’m rather...

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Interviu cu Manolescu

de Paul Bogdan

Subject: Ultimele reactii la Protest From: \"stanescu mircea\" Date: Mon, October 17, 2005 2:00 pm To: paul.bogdan@poezie.ro (more) Priority: Normal Options: Dragi prieteni, Và trimit ultimele...

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“Where Dreams Begin”

de Florin DeRoxas

We’ve got a picture “Where Dreams Begin”, I hold your hand And you deep within. You kissed me first For the rose I gave you, Then I kissed you back For just being you. I am so happy I cannot explain,...

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Descânt

de Ciprian Hanga

Descânt Credeam, intr-o prostie oarba, Ca pot sa te vrajesc - nelinistit Descoperit-am ca-n amurg tarziu de toamna Pe ne-ntelese cai tu m-ai vrajit. De inteles, am inteles tarziu, in inceput de vara:...

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Diftongul dintr-o cafea

de Nicolescu Bogdan

Clapa din sertar, Așa se auzea, Așa se picta, Sub sânii nopții de var Se năștea Din mâna ta, Un pian parizian. Oh..."October song" Și dintr-o cafea O găsesc în diftong Cum mă astepta... Sonata-i dă...

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Nothing else really matters

de Florin DeRoxas

Nothing really matters now ‘Cause I’m in love with you, I just want to show you love, My love,...my love so true. Nothing really matters when You feel you’re being loved, When is somebody next to you...

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Tonight

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Tonight we are alone. tonight there is noone but us here, no angels upon our shoulders, and no devils to sell us to ourselves, Tonight we are alone naked as blind hysteria is to stone and I am by...

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RUINENBURG OB DER AUBER

de Mircea URIAN

Mircea URIAN RUINENBURG OB DER AUBER * In memoriam H. P. Lovecraft * «The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night...

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