"Coming home" – 175 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchJohn 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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lara sam
Still thinking of coming back
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mo derrik
not yet ! is coming..
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IMIohann Mayer
An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...
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Jiddu Krishnamurti
The core of Krishnamurti\'s teaching is contained in the statement he made in 1929 when he said: \'Truth is a pathless land\'. Man cannot come to it through any organisation, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind . . . Statement by Krishnamurti in 1981. Jiddu Krishnamurti was born on 11th May 1895 in Madanapalle, a town in south India, the eighth child in a middle-class family. At an early age he was adopted by Annie Besant, then the President of the Theosophical Society, with its headquarters in Madras. She took Krishnamurti and his brother Nitya to England where she had them educated privately. On Krishnamurti\'s return to India while still in his teens, Theosophists proclaimed him to be the world teacher whose coming they had been awaiting. They built a large and rich order round him, with...
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Comin Teodor Cotos
Născut în orașul Rădăuți, județul Suceava, pe 12 septembrie 1996. Am urmat un profil real (Științe ale naturii), însă nu îmi doresc să urmez o carieră în domeniul științelor exacte.
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velvet de velours
comming soon ...
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Geo Mihali
Last but not least i'm off the leash reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off i'll put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you're village from a different angle
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Amagire
de Gheorghe Aurel Pacurar
Hai sa te pup si sa te-mbratisaez. Sa-mi mai dai un semn De la voi din ceruri, Ok? Ma, fi inger mare! Hai nu plange Ca doar nu-i sfarsitul lumii. E numai o despartire Ca toate despartirile... Hai, da...
Hei tu!
de Roger Waters
Hei tu, de acolo, din frig, Însingurat, îmbătrânind, Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, care bântui pe coridoare Cu picioarele roase de mâncărimi și cu zâmbetul ofilit Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, Nu-i lăsa să...
Sa ma uiti...
de Mihai Lidia
Știu că plec și că... nu ar trebui să-ți scriu, că mai rău voi face dacă voi scrie... și ție și mie... dar așa simt eu acum și apoi... oricum tu nu mă poți opri să scriu ceea ce simt, ceea ce...
Și eu ce absurd
de George Lână
Ce turbați și ce câini ți-s genunchi iubito și cum îmi mai mușcă din glezne și ochi încât îmi pierd cunoștința și cu greu că-mi revin înspre seară Ce turbați și ce câini ți-s genunchi iubito și eu ce...
DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...
The mystic\'s dream
de Loreena McKennitt
A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It\'s...
de Sogard
3 luni...3 luni plecat de acasa,prin straini,intr\'-o asa jungla cum imi placea mie sa zic la inceput.Dar au trecut si se apropia Craciunul cu prima mea saptamana libera, astfel incat sa ajung si pe...
Mergând mai departe cu gândul
de Ioan-Mircea Popovici
Motto1: “Le rôle d’un écrivain n’est pas de dire ce que nous pouvons tous dire, mais de dire ce que nous sommes incapables de dire. Anais Nin.” Motto2: “Your imagination is your preview of life's...
Who say words with my mouth
de Jelaluddin Rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that, and I intend to end up...
Dirty Diana
de Michael Jackson
You\'ll never make me stay so take your weight ofF of me I know your every move so won\'t you just let me be. I\'ve been here times before but I was too blind to see That you seduce every man this...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
I always say
de Lia Miruna Dumitrache
So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...