"Ashes and smoke" – 101 rezultate
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ACAlmasan Cristian
Nascut la 17 decembrie 1983 la Medias,un orasel langa Sibiu. Crescut la Sibiu,unde a fost invatat esentialul despre lume si cam ce se afla in ea,la scoala germana. In toamna anului 2002 a plecat la Cluj-Napoca,pentru a incepe acolo cursurile la "Facultatea de Psihologie si Stiinte ale Educatiei",specializarea psihologie. In vara anului 2006 a incheiat studiile...iar in 2007 asteapta sa-si dea licenta. A scris mult in timpul liceului si a facultatii,dar numai unele poezii au ramas...restul s-au pierdut in vant.Nu a publicat nimic,dar o va face (candva). Limbile in care scrie sunt:engleza,germana si romana.
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Liquid Sunshine Days
de Ohm
Don\'t slip away Under the stairs Or think bad thoughts In the middle of prayers Exposing your soul Like an open door Stained on the surface Rotten to the core Sleeping all day Locks up your mind And...
Joan of Arc
de Leonard Cohen
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, \"I\'m tired of the war, I...
Nothing
de Crisan Iulian
I did have nothing when I came And so shall I take nothing when I go I was myself, with me… and all And I’ll be nothing nevermore A crow was I, I flew through life I had but me, and nothing more I...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
Outline
de Poison
From ashes to ashes, From dust to dust. The moments are like flashes And life is the crust. The moments are passing by, Without the smile of a victory. Nobody taught me how to fly. I know the wings...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
Asche zu asche
de Alexandru Red
Warmer Körper Heisses Kreuz Falsches Urteil Kaltes Grab Auf dem Kreuze lieg ich jetzt Sie schlagen mir die Nägel ein Das Feuer wäscht die Seele rein Und übrig bleibt ein Mundvoll Asche. Warm body Hot...
(Madman?) (Exorcism? Painkiller?)
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
(Madman?) (Exorcism? Painkiller?) I can hear your madness In the darkness I can feel the pain within your soul The sky is in your brain The brain is in the sky My boy fly And let your soul slip In...
mirabilis
de emilian valeriu pal
“I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and I am as a sparrow alone upon the house top. (…) For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with...
Darkness
de George Gordon Noel Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...
Life\'s Turn
de Bledea Ovidiu
Even though the moon\'s the same Shining down on tips of trees, Its rays of weak glow Light a chaotic quietness, Which echoes deep in my soul Off the walls of the emptyness that you left; None of...
Wish you were here
de Roger Waters
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell And did they get you to trade...
DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...
Sonnet LXXIII
de William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...
Wish You Were Here
de Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade...
Darkness
de George Gordon Noel Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...
zarathustra
de Friedrich Nietzsche
1891 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA by Friedrich Nietzsche translated by Thomas Common PROLOGUE Zarathustra\'s Prologue 1. WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home,...