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BIBaba Radu Iulian
Realizator TV Emisiune "Pericol de viata" Emisiune cu target tineri intre 14 si 20 de ani Emisiune difuzata la TV NEPTUN Constanta Premiul I la TINERE CONDEIE pentru piesa de teatru - "HOT ZONE IN '89" One Minute Films Hungary - " A question about shoes" Budapesta 2003 Extreme Passion Festival Sweden " A small story about my country" Stockholm 2003 Student in Anul I la UNATC "I. L Caragiale" Bucuresti sectia Regie Film si Televizune UNATC 2005 "Compozitie de cadru" Bucuresti 2005 UNATC 2006 "SEX APPEAL" Bucuresti 2006 UNATC 2007 "SECUNDA 0" UNATC 2007 "TRIP FM" UNATC 2007 "THANK U FOR A WONDERFULL ORDINARY DAY"
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
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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MBMircea Braslasu
Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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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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Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
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IMIohann Mayer
An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...
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Alina Greavu
http://alina-greavu.blogspot.ro/p/about-me.html
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Eternity
"An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing"
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CFCarmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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My love...
de Iancu Doris-Mihaela
On my soul, On my heart, Fly birds, Who sing about my love... In my dream are you, In the sky it\'s your smile... And i can\'t belive... I love a men... I love an angel...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
Who say words with my mouth
de Jelaluddin Rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that, and I intend to end up...
Salvation
de Hidden Starlight
my body lingers on the way to Heaven with tired wings, unable to walk my sould reaches desperate for the light or for a helping hand to save it from the dark my mind is dreaming about a better day a...
Duplicity
de soulmate
It is then, when the sky is no longer blue, It is then, when I forget all about You, It is then, when I can not confess my sin, It is then, when my enemies win, It is then, when gravity makes it hard...
night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...
Avatar
de Otilia Mărculescu
I see you and by this meaning that I am not naive you can rest assure about that- I will not preach that at my birth the goddesses came and blessed me with the gift of sight this is something I...
Oana’s not here
de Florin DeRoxas
Oana’s not here, Oana is gone, Oana’s my sweetheart for long time, and I don’t know what should be done, because she still hurts my heart; she’s one of us who never gives back no matter what we do....
Love like I understand it...
de Horațiu Pușcă
Love is mine and love is yours, Make by heart, My love was from the begining For what I want to feel it sure, To feel always the love out there Where my heart brightening for you, it was in pain, In...
when the sky don’t keep silence
de blue
when the sky don’t keep silence everybody is asking why to be or not to be, more than you are you’ll never be. when you are or you are not you have the power to do whatever with your...