"Bitter Sweet Symphony" – 850 rezultate
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LBLuc Bis
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CDConstantin Delca
'When I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.'
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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SSaadi
Abū-Muḥammad Muṣliḥ al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, better known by his pen-name as Saʿdī or, simply, Saadi, was one of the major Persian poets of the medieval period. He is not only famous in Persian-speaking countries, but he has also been quoted in western sources. He is recognized for the quality of his writings, and for the depth of his social and moral thoughts. A native of Shiraz, his father died when he was an infant. Saadi experienced a youth of poverty and hardship, and left his native town at a young age for Baghdad to pursue a better education. As a young man he was inducted to study at the famous an-Nizzāmīya center of knowledge (1195–1226), where he excelled in Islamic Sciences, law, governance, history, Arabic literature and theology. The unsettled conditions following the Mongol invasion of Khwarezm and Iran led him to wander for 30 years abroad through Anatolia (he visited the Port of Adana, and near...
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KVKatri Vala
( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...
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DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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Silviana
Vreau ceva consistent! Palpabil! Adevărat! În afară de cuvinte, n-am nimic! Cuvintele sunt cea mai mare bogăție a mea…restul e tăcere…vid…întuneric și nimic . Nu mă încarc cu regrete. Știu cine sunt. Dar toată lumea spune ca sunt nebună. Irațională și haotică. So what if I’m so…? It’s funnier ! Not to care and struggle…not to worry and have doubts….It’s heaven here! E much much better! Pentru că nu-mi pasă decât de tot ce e frumos și bun. Dau toxicul la schimb pentru zen. Și zen-ul ăsta e bun. E zen-ul meu, în care pot fii așa cum vreau, fără să-mi pese. Și nu-mi pasă…drept pentru care continui să fiu așa. Nimic interzis, nimic dubios…nimic nu e imposibil la mine pentru mine. Sunt cine vreau să fiu, și mă simt extraordinar de bine în compania mea . Ce praf sunt, am uitat să mă prezint…
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Bitter Sweet Symphony
de alice drogoreanu
dintr-o dată urcam în casa liftului iar fugiseși de-acasă cu banii de pâine îmi trebuia vată îmi trebuia aer sau altă casă sau altă viață acum cred că-mi trebuia fuga am colindat toată zona gării să...
mirosiți această femeie
de Adrian Firica
zic, am mirosit-o: ISBN 978-973-126-1 zice Felix Nicolau: \"Pentru că în artă-n mod ciudat, trebuie adesea să pui în valoare ceea ce te caracterizează mai puțin și să domolești ceea ce posezi din...
zilnic
de Ligia Pârvulescu
viața e frumoasă fidelă o cățea îmblânzită mă privește încrezătoare din oglindă mă urmează prin strălucire și praf peste marginea apusului când trece prin mine aerul șuieră bittersweet simphony foto:...
Dream
de Antemir Antonio Eduard
I listen how time passes And I choose beautiful words Which I lign up along the way destiny takes I am watching through the window of a bitter-sweet smile A mob of words awaits To sacrifice...
cafea
de Ohm
the fragrant pungent aroma fills the air zig zagging moisture scents like a hikers trail tracing the path back to the pot of black gold pouring the umber fluid into my china cup nostrils are drenched...
To Earthward
de Robert Frost
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of- was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill...
Poveste eternă
de Ioana Veronica Epure
\"Sweet the sin, bitter the taste, in my mouth...\" (U2) O cunoștea de mult, de foarte mult timp. Dăduseră împreună înconjurul Galaxiei de mii de ori, ea înainte și el urmând- o îndeaproape. Nu prea...
To Himself
de Giacomo Leopardi
Now will you rest forever, My tired heart. Dead is the last deception, That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I feel In us the sweet illusions, Nothing but ash, desire burned out. Rest forever. You have...
My love is still here
de Marlena Culi
Red rose, red rose As pure as love it self, White roses as the light of Your sweet kisses. I felt once the window Of you heart open Oh, I remember that day, Like it was yesterday? No more tears, and...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
Cateva poezii
de Nikita. V
Midnight,the town and the remorse. Waiting for the sleep to come Hearing the sleepy city moan Something doesn\'t seem okay Something doesn\'t appear secure Hearing the lunatics shout While trying to...
The Seafarer
de Ezra Pound
May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...