"By, by" – 1970 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchCristei Ionut
Nascut 16.11.1987...ajuns unde,cum si ce sunt intamplator...
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LDLaura Danaila
Am fost copil, adolescentă, tânără ... și așa am rămas. Sunt mamă, soție, sunt eu by me, aurul meu interior, căci la exterior e prea orbitor. Câteodată mă surprinde flacăra interioară a inspirației și mai scriu unele, altele. M-am născut în 1976, am absolvit Școala Normală "C.Negri" din Galați în 1996, în 2000 am absolvit Facultatea de litere, secția română-franceză, din 2000 până în prezent, predau limba și literatura română la liceu.
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APAlin Popa
The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred. Nu îți cere niciodată iertare pentru sentimentele pe care le afișezi. Atunci când faci acest lucru, tu îți ceri practic iertare pentru adevărul din tine. Și puțini au puterea să pună în palma altcuiva emoții, într-o lume de măști și suflete goale. Sunt puține lacrimi sincere pe pământ – Marin Preda
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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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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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MLMina Loa
"It Suits the Poets Purpose" by RAY REESE writers would have us believe in popular mythology that women are enamored with men of power mock gladiator bluster Portofolio's Corporate corpulent physique when in fact most of the women worth the having are with men who are good with words...
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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EREnache Raluca
licenta in palavre si ganduri fara rost... nonsens...by raluca
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SMStefan Lucian Muresanu
Ștefan Lucian MUREȘANU has got a BA in General Anthropology from the American University by Mail, New York-București, a BA in Romanian-French Literature from the Hyperion University, Bucharest, an MA and a PhD in Philology from the Institute of Ethography and Folklore Constantin Brăiloiu (Romanian Academy). He is currently a lecturer at the Faculty of Literature and Foreign Languages, The Hyperion University, Bucharest covering such areas as. Ethnology and Folklore, Cultural Anthropology, Mythology. He also acted as a visiting professor at the Chair of Cultural Antropology, Ethnology and Folklore, the Faculty of World Semiotics (the American University by Mail). He is a writer of historic novels and studies in such fields as general antropology, ethnology and folklore. Chief editor and deputy chief editor with a range of cultural dailies and magazines as well as a member of choice professional bodies and associations such as The Writers’ Leagues, Romania, the Association of Romanian...
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By, by
de Petre Augustin
Când lupii din lună vibrează în ceață, Văd orașul prin cercelul din ureche. Măceșele ce îmi zornăie, uscate, în buzunar Nu vor fi niciodată flori. By, by rigolă murdară Mă mut la țară !
"Step by step"
de Maricela Suciu-Murgeanu
Cobor treapta cu treapta încet încet foarte încet Gândurile-mi zboara acum catre tine Zâmbesc imaginilor din mintea mea si sper - o speranta nebuna - ca tu sa pasesti într-o lume poate tangentiala cu...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a...
“ by Ion Iliescu” trăiește!
de Adrian Firica
… și, ca o dreaptă-nșiruire de puncte, trase-ntre alte două puncte dinainte stabilite!, “by Ion Iliescu” ne trasă linia vineri, 9 aprilie 2010, prin intermediul unui INTERVIU RADIO ROMANIA...
"Step by step"
de Maricela Suciu-Murgeanu
Cobor treapta cu treapta încet încet foarte încet Gândurile-mi zboara acum catre tine Zâmbesc imaginilor din mintea mea si sper - o speranta nebuna - ca tu sa pasesti într-o lume poate tangentiala cu...
passing by
de blue
on the blue, clear sky, a star passed by. its white light has lost in the night. from beyond time the star came by. a way made when it came, we don’t have nobody to blame. a too short life had...
Poem by Emily Dickinson
de Coana Loenida
Did Our Best Moments last- \'Twould supersede the Heaven- A few-and they by Risk-procure- So this Sort-are not given- Except as stimulants-in Cases of Despair- Or Stupor-The Reserve- These Heavenly...
By the sides of the same bridge
de Andrei Dumitrescu
By the sides of the same bridge colapsing Our hearts coliding, wearing the same stich fighting eachother to death playing with suicide, Taking on fate tonight as if it is our last dance on the chasm...
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know . His house is in the village though ; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow . My little horse must think is queer To stop without...
haiku (by request)
de Eugenia Buzatu
furnici flamande exploreaza placinta picnic ratat