"Cold lips" – 20093 rezultate
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CSCleo Sand
Personaj, secundar sau nu Imi port aripile intr-un cub cu un colt lipsa (am invatat de la Nichita ca acel colt il salveaza de perfectiune) Aripi mecanice desenate, nu stiu cum, intr-un cristal. Am zborul, dar nu il pot atinge am aripile, dar nu-mi mai vin bine.
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CRcold rain
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Kamma
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Lopotenco Vadim
Lopotenco Vadim Petru,nascut la 13 august 1991 in orasul Soroca,Republica Moldova.Copilaria si adolescenta si-a petrecut-o in orasul Balti,RM.A absolvit Liceul Teoretic Lucian Blaga din Balti.
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C.J. VORTEXX
I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't take much time 'cause at 5 o'clock They take me to the Gallows Pole The sand of time For me are running low...
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mariana col
Sunt profesoara de matematica la o scoala gimnaziala din Bucuresti. Imi place natura, excursiile, umorul adevarat, pierderea de vreme, cauzele pierdute, curiozitati, demoralizati. Si binenteles agonia.
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AAAndrei Andrei
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CCConstantin Colonescu
Born in 1956 in Colonești, Olt. Currently teaches Economics in Edmonton, Canada. Publication: "A smile from overseas," with Sorin Olariu, Laurentiu Orasanu, Ovidiu Creanga, and Valeriu Cercel. Publisher Anamarol, Bucharest, 2008.
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OFO floare
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chirea alexandra
coca cola,cioran,fum de tigara,sylvia plath,veverite triste,milka,ceainarie,facultate,limba franceza,nietzsche,ingeri,condillac,micsunele,negru,camus,abba,last year at marienbad,guns&roses,our generation,francois villon,ness cu cola,1984,seasons in the sun,turta dulce,ceai negru,ferma animalelor,sinestezie,marchizul de sade,te iubeam,pink floyd,cimitire,ian mcewan,miros de moarte,cruci,rascruci,blesteme,enjoy the silence,concert depeche,scooby doo,descartes,nichita stanescu,blaga,te uita cum ninge decembre,piata romana nr 9,accident,fericirea i un lucru marunt,o aripa care vibreaza,un pitic ce danseaza..
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your shadow
de blue
I look for you all around me, your image makes me feel butterflies inside me. it’s hard to look back, hard to look forward, there’s nothing new, everything’s old. I’ve decide...
Missing You...
de Tia
My weak body trembles When it feels your touch, An my lips...they quiver... I miss you so much... I long to be with you, To have you in my arms, And to have you next to me In the cold, lonely nights....
Poem despre timp și uitare
de Laurentiu Blaga
“There\'s a house with no door and I\'m living there; at nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside. There\'s a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in, falling through my head as I...
Dark Forest
de Alexandra Cristina Puscasu
Dark Forest my steps fall through the darkest forest I run and try to leave it all behind But I\'m tripped up with every mve I make I seek a light to feed my way But no,... It\'s all in vain- the...
Atunci cand nu esti
de Ghidarcea Ionel
Is that feeling that just keeps growing, Is that story with no end... I kiss your lips before you\'re going Back to your home, back to your bed. I hear your laugh, though you\'re not here, I see your...
Come to me
de bayar
Come to me to the darkest woods In the darkest place of the planet, Join me through the creeping trees That embrace me with their frozen branches. Search me in the reigning darkness While I watch...
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...
Sacrament
de Coana Loenida
\"Your turn or mine?\" \"I think you went last time, I\'ll go.\" He slips from the bed and pads into the kitchen. The blinds are up but he doesn\'t move to shut them: it\'s late and dark, if the...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...