"Being Beauteous" – 686 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchIoan Cristian
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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Marina Samoila
prea batrana pentru a fi incepatoare, prea inocenta pentru a nu fi tanara // too old for being a beginner, too innocent for being really old // trop agee pour etre debutante, trop innocente pour ne pas etre jeune
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AJadrian jigăranu
25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...
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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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ÉGÉdouard Glissant
Edouard Glissant (born in Sainte-Marie, Martinique in 1928) is a French writer, poet and literary critic. He is widely recognised as being one of the most influential figures in Caribbean thought and cultural commentary. He studied at the Lycée Schoelcher, named after the abolitionist Victor Schoelcher, where the poet Aimé Césaire had studied and had come back to as a teacher. Césaire had met Léon Damas there; later in Paris they would join with Léopold Senghor, a poet and the future first president of Senegal, to formulate and promote the conecpt of négritude. Césaire did not teach Glissant, but did serve as an inspiration to him; another student at the school at that time was Franz Fanon. Glissant left Martinique in 1946 for Paris, where he received his PhD, having studied ethnography at the Musée de l'Homme and History and philosophy at the Sorbonne. He established, with Paul Niger, the separatist Front Antillo-Guyanais pour l'Autonomie party in 1959, as a result of which Charles...
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Grigoraș V.Vasilică
Born in his hometown Constanta, Tomis Boulevard 310 from a peasant family , his father being jokeu stud horse Mangalia , turn from a family of horse breeders village Lucina PROTV broadcast television . His mother was a very religious woman educating his son before educators and teachers , knowing the alphabet and read it before he go to kindergarten . Reading the newspapers every day to the elders at the gate. Starting kindergarten classes, already his mother teaches arithmetic and math , so his son years in a row only take first prize every year in courses taken at the secondary school in the town of Ovidiu, where his parents moved . His mother dies at her birthday on 5 november 1978, after his father married with a vicious woman practicing prostitution to place Herringbone of Wheat. In 1984 begins Industrial High School Marina of Constanta, under the tutelage of the Ministry of National Defense, where parallel attends the Higher Institute of Information , specialty Psychology -...
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ADAdela Dirzu
Viata mea e un miracol, al carui creator sint eu insami. Stiu sa accept experientele si oamenii noi care-mi vin in cale cu luciditate si emotia vie a unui copil, care se bucura fara rezerve de fiecare data cind vede prima zapada...Entuziasta, exuberanta si echilibru, pasionata de tot ce e frumos in sine... Interests: Design, photography, arts, cultures, foreign languages, music, cinema, creative writing, swimming, the sea and the sun, reading, psychology, philosophy, yoga, science, flowers, well-being, charity, international cuisine, British humour, feng-shui... Si la vie etait un parfum...j'aimerais qu'il soit frais, toujours excitant... "Тихо струится река серебристая В царстве вечернем...
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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EDEmily Dickinson
Elizabeth Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in the quiet community of Amherst, Massachusetts, the second daughter of Edward and Emily Norcross Dickinson. Emily, Austin (her older brother) and her younger sister Lavinia were nurtured in a quiet, reserved family headed by their authoritative father Edward. Throughout Emily’s life, her mother was not "emotionally accessible," the absence of which might have caused some of Emily’s eccentricity. Being rooted in the puritanical Massachusetts of the 1800’s, the Dickinson children were raised in the Christian tradition, and they were expected to take up their father’s religious beliefs and values without argument. Later in life, Emily would come to challenge these conventional religious viewpoints of her father and the church, and the challenges she met with would later contribute to the strength of her poetry. The Dickinson family was prominent in Amherst. In fact, Emily’s grandfather, Samuel Fowler Dickinson, was one of the founders...
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Being Beauteous
de Arthur Rimbaud
În fața unei zăpezi o Ființă învoaltă. Șuiere de moarte și cercuri de muzică surdă fac să urce, să se întindă și să tremure ca un spectru acest trup adorat; răni scarlate și negre scânteiază în...
Sonnet IV
de William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty\'s legacy? Nature\'s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why...
Sonnet XLI
de William Shakespeare
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art and...
Sonnet LXXXIV
de William Shakespeare
Who is it that says most? Which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are you? In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal grew. Lean penury within that...
Sonet IV
de William Shakespeare
De ce-ai cărat, risipitoare undă, O moștenire-a frumuseții-n spate? Când a naturii lege se afundă În inimi dezgolite și curate: De ce-abuzezi, zgârcenie nebună, De bogația ce n-ai dat-o încă? De ce,...
The Rape of Lucrece
de William Shakespeare
To the Right Honourable Henry Wriothesly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. THE love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a...
Sonet IV
de Cristian Vasiliu
Sonet IV (traducere/adaptare după W. Shakespeare) Varianta I (2016) Copil nesocotit, de ce-n iubirea De sine-ți cheltui darul frumuseții? Nu-ți dă nimic, ci-ți împrumută Firea Vremelnic doar din...
Sonet XLI
de Cristian Vasiliu
Iert micile-ți păcate când absența Mea se-ntâlnește cu-anii tăi cei sprinteni, Căci fără seamăn crește frumusețea, Când trena-i o ispită pretutindeni. Ești nobil și frumos; pentru plăcere O țintă...
A lover\'s complaint
de William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tun\'d tale; Ere long espied a...
being thirsty
de blue
I want all or nothing, something really small, I want the moon, the sun, and the stars. All. I want something, almost anything, I want somebody to do me a thing. if I think more, all I want is you,...