"Bleeding doors" – 74 rezultate
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ODOriah Mountain Dreamer
Oriah Mountain Dreamer is the author of the inspirational prose-poem and international best-selling books, The Invitation (now translated into over fifteen languages), The Dance and The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here . Her writing explores how to follow the thread of our deepest heart\'s longing into a life of meaning and purpose. Her latest book, What We Ache For: Creativity and the Unfolding of Your Soul, (Harper San Francisco, April 2005) offers reflections on and practical guidelines for finding and cultivating creative work that is not separated from your spirituality, your direct experience of that which is both what you are and larger than yourself, or your sexuality, the fire and sensuality of life lived in the physical world. Oriah has shared her insights and stories with audiences throughout the world at conferences and retreats and through radio and TV appearances (CBC, TVO, Oprah, NPR, PBS, Wisdom Network.) Blending ruthless honesty, humour, insight and compassion for...
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TJTahar Ben Jelloun
Tahar Ben Jelloun (Arabic: ÇáØÇåÑ ÈäÌáæäý) (born in Fes, Morocco, December 1, 1944) is a Moroccan poet and writer. Professor at Tetouan and then in Casablanca. He has lived and worked in France since 1971. He attends to lectures in social psychology and works as psychotherapist. He writes in French although his first language is Arabic. He writes for diverse reviews and in particular for Le Monde. His novel La Nuit Sacrée won the Prix Goncourt in 1987. In 2004 he was awarded the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for This Blinding Absence of Light (translated from the French by Linda Coverdale). In September 2006, Tahar Ben Jelloun was awarded a special prize for "peace and friendship between people" at Lazio between Europe and the Mediterranean Festival. On 1 February 2008, Nicolas Sarkozy awarded him the Cross of Grand Officer of the Légion d'honneur. Ben Jelloun is married and father of 4 children. He lives in Paris. Selected works Solitaire (1976) The Sand Child (1985) The...
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RDRobert Duncan
Robert Duncan (January 7, 1919 – February 3, 1988) was an American poet and a student of H.D. and the Western esoteric tradition who spent most of his career in and around San Francisco. Though associated with any number of literary traditions and schools, Duncan is often identified with the New American Poetry and Black Mountain poets. Duncan's mature work emerged in the 1950s from within the literary context of Beat culture and today he is also identified as a key figure in the San Francisco Renaissance. During the 1960s, Duncan achieved considerable artistic and critical success with three books; The Opening of the Field (1960), Roots and Branches (1964), and Bending the Bow (1968). These are generally considered to be his most significant works. His poetry is modernist in its preference for the impersonal, mythic, and hieratic, but Romantic in its privileging of the organic, the irrational and primordial, the not-yet-articulate blindly making its way into language like salmon...
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Another Story Of Lenore
de Alin Niculae
This wave seems to lead me now To the place of Nevermore The place where I will find... Where I will find my lost Lenore. I divide the night in search for love And myst guides me out of sorrow I will...
Dor și-atât
de Mihai Meșter
Îmi înec mortalitatea într-o tigară jubilând în antiteza cu destinul eu zic uneori parcă inexistent chiar alterabil măcar cu gândul iar indiferențele încep să joace feste cu actorii imaginari ai...
The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man
de Ohm
Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...
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...
The Matrix
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Classes, hours streets... The VETO right over sunrise, heads of concrete... As water takes the shape of the vase, So does man take the elaborate shape of the maze in its underscored power. Witness to...
Carte haiku
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Conținutul (strict versurile, imaginile fotohaiku fac parte dintre cele postate de mine mai demult pe acest site) cărții mele de haiku Umbra unui fluture, publicată în februarie la Editura PIM....
romeos are bleeding
de Leo Nora Lacustra
un grup de copii la vreo trei-patru ani scormonesc rondul de nisip din curtea unei grădinițe de cartier cîțiva despică mijlocul mișcător al cocoașelor mici de nisip dinăuntru se ivește o gargăriță...
Coma
de Zoicas Cristian
Something is cold and dark Inside this bottle She\'s sleeping in my bleeding arms She won\'t forgive her mother She was from a cruel world From which I took har away today To rest and pray No love is...
Mi-ati luat totul...
de Catalin M.
Aprilie, 01 - 2004 When my soul is bleeding, the only thing I can do... is healing it with death\" Clyde aka Catalin M. 2004 © All Rights Reserved Mi-ati luat totul... Mi-ati luat libertatea, M-ati...
Able To Lie
de Coana Loenida
In India The fakirs Are able to lie On a bed of nails Without blood Or pierced flesh The problem is I have had one faker Too many Invite me to their beds Where they Are able to lie And from whence...
poems inspired by the movie Red dragon
de Andrei Dumitrescu
demons take me higher aching in my chest rising up the liar resting his lips on my nest, far away dreaming breaking out from its egg the left arters bleeding crossing heart over leg. She bears the...
Pull the plug off
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Pull the plug of the stereo, Let\'s listen to the absence of the music on some quiet bench on the forgotten streets of Borneo, Going round our brains and taking place as bleeding symposiums into our...
Gift of a Poem
de Stéphane Mallarmé
I bring you the child of an Idumaean night! Black, with wing bleeding, pale and unfeathered, Through the glass burnt with incense and gold, Through the panes, frozen, and still gloomy, alas The dawn...
::exhibition 666::
de Sopov Joana
::exhibition 666:: A new scultpure,in the early morning, arrived beckoning critics, meanings to be derrived a beauitful structure cast in red emitting an inner glow, crimson shed arms out-stretched...
My farewell
de Crisan Iulian
Long lost city, what is left of you? Where is your grace and glamour? Where is your shining? Lost… And then I saw it, in His right hand The One sitting on the throne, a book Written inside and out,...
cannabis
de Macovei Costel
cablul în care atârnă Moartea se scufundă-ncet, cu viteză constantă în adâncurile pământului adunând toate rătăcirile de jur împrejur la o cruntă beție cu absolut. am legat cele două emisfere cu...
cannabis
de Macovei Costel
cablul în care atârnă Moartea se scufundă-ncet, cu viteză constantă în adâncurile pământului adunând toate rătăcirile de jur împrejur la o cruntă beţie cu absolut. am legat cele două emisfere cu...