"Building my afterlife before" – 138 rezultate
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PMpurda marcel
iubitor de frumos nascut in zodia capricornului pasionat de literatura si body building
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Don McLean
Famed for -- and ultimately defined by -- his perennial \"American Pie,\" singer/songwriter Don McLean was born October 2, 1945, in New Rochelle, NY. After getting his start in the folk clubs of New York City during the mid-\'60s, McLean struggled for a number of years, building a small following through his work with Pete Seeger on the Clearwater, a sloop that sailed up and down the eastern seaboard to promote environmental causes. Still, McLean was primarily singing in elementary schools and the like when in 1970 he wrote a musical tribute to painter Vincent Van Gogh; the project was roundly rejected by a number of labels, although MediaArts did offer him a contract to record a number of his other songs under the title Tapestry. The album fared poorly, but Perry Como earned a hit with a cover of the track \"And I Love Her So,\" prompting United Artists to pick up McLean\'s contract. He returned in 1971 with American Pie; the title track, an elegiac eight-and-a-half-minute folk-pop...
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AAAnda Amir-Pinkerfeld
Scriitoare din Israel - născută 1902 - decedată 1981 Anda Pinkerfeld-Amir was born to an anti-Zionist family in Poland but became a committed Zionist who immigrated to Israel as a member of Ha-Shomer ha-Za'ir, abandoning her goal of writing in Polish to become instead a beloved writer of Hebrew poetry and children's literature. Anda Pinkerfeld was born in Rzeszow, Poland on June 26, 1902. Her father Joel Pinkerfeld, who served as an officer in the Polish army, was an architect who designed buildings in Galicia. Her family was assimilated and cultured; as anti-Zionists, they did not believe in the necessity of Hebrew or Jewish education. Anda wrote her first work in Polish, a prayer for the emancipation of Poland, when she was seven years old and published her first volume of Polish poetry (Pie’sni Zycia, Song of Life, 1921) when she was eighteen. In the wake of antisemitic pogroms in Lvov, Anda came under the sway of Ha-Shomer ha-Za’ir while a student at a Polish gymnasia and switched...
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Hherciu
27.07.73 Agnita - j. Sibiu Debut 2009 -Volumul de poezie "Taxa pe viciu" Câștigător Concurs de Debut - Filiala Cluj a USR 2010 -Premiul Niram Art pentru Poezie / Trofeul RefleXos Madrid – 2010 2014 -Volum de poezie biling - româno german - JAMA pe agonia.ro/poezie.ro din august 2007
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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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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 Armful
de Robert Frost
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to...
Walls
de Konstantinos Kavafis
Without consideration, without pity, without shame they have built great and high walls around me. And now I sit here and despair. I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind; for I had many...
Famous blue raincoat
de Leonard Cohen
It\'s four in the morning, the end of December I\'m writing you now just to see if you\'re better New York is cold, but I like where I\'m living There\'s music on Clinton Street all through the...
dorinta la patrat
de boricean cristian
as vrea o noua era mai frumos ambalata, o mona lisa care sa mai si ranjeasca teodiceea lui Leibniz&friends e un pulp fiction cu obscure lumi posibile. as vrea sa pot striga:www.sunt nebun.com...
Sonnet LXXX
de William Shakespeare
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame! But since your worth,...
Hardly had I left the house
de Dorin Popa
when, all of the sudden,implacable all the doors closed hermetically exactly when I was about to leave this house this life this death oh, so many things are to be done when nothings is left to be...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...
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...
Night Journey
de .
I just try and try and try To keep myself sober, as time is passing by. This night at some unknown hour I\'ll witness witchery great power. The ghosts are begging for this time, This time when logic...
Came so far for beauty
de Leonard Cohen
I came so far for beauty I left so much behind My patience and my family My masterpiece unsigned I thought I\'d be rewarded For such a lonely choice And surely she would answer To such a very...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
sorry..
de oana stanescu
I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...
WALKING IN LIGHT
de Floriana Pachia
I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...
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...