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"When a person is born They cry and the world laugh But let them live such a life That when they die they laugh And the world cries."

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Credeam ca o sa fie bine...

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despre mine...sunt o indianca ratacita pe plaiurile mioritice, port in suflet un dor nedefinit...

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nascuta in Bucuresti.

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data nasterii 10.09.1984 GL poezia e pentru mine un hobby, o pasiune... Imi place sa traiesc din amintiri si sa iubesc doar din priviri...

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Cris Tina

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hmm...nu pot spune prea multe despre mine pentru ca sunt o incepatoare pe un lung drum :) M-am nascut acum 16 ani la Cluj... Simplitatea e o comoara de nepretuit si de aceea doar pentru ca scriu versuri nu inseamna ca ma consider o artista! multi se considera artisti si nici macar nu fac ceva ca sa-si dovedeasca identitatea! Indemnul sau impulsul de a scrie poezii s-a nascut acum 5 ani cand nu aveam o iarna asa cum imi doream...si atunci mi-am asternut pe hartie primele mele trairi in versuri care s-au publicat apoi intr-o revista. Nu ma dau in vant dupa citit ...mai degraba scriu eu randuri, randuri sa ma distrez putin pe seama celor care nu reusesc sa priceapa cuvintele mele cheie:))

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Criss W. Garfield

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Cris Crown

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Manat de adancul varfului de cristal

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THE GRIFFIN

de Alina Mihai

I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...

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Christabel

de Samuel Taylor Coleridge

PART I \'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu--whit !-- -- Tu--whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline,...

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Erotic

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Resting my upper lip on your downer Touching by the hang in my toungue the gentle edge of your teat, Caressing my way down and feading on the sweatness on your womb, taking me all the way from misery...

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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...

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::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...

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Sur les Lagunes. Lamento.

de Théophile Gautier

My dear love is dead: I will cry forever; Into the grave she carries My soul and my love. To heaven, without waiting for me She\'s returned; The angel that carried her Did not want to take me. How...

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I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it

de Arseny Tarkovsky

I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it and I will dream of it sometime again. Everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated, and my dreams will be your dreams. There, to one...

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angel tears

de blue

an angel cries with his head on my chest. an angel dreams of what I think of - to get love. an angel already regrets the love he has got, that’s not what he wants. his love was just a dream and...

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The poem

de cristina

The poem is the eye that cries, it is the shoulder that cries, the eye of the shoulder that cries. It is the hand that cries, the eye of the hand that cries. It is the sole that cries, the eye of the...

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Open Your Eyes

de Alexandru Red

As I walk along these streets I see a man that walks alone Distant echo of people\'s feet . He has no place to call his own An old man lieing in an alleyway dead A little girl lost just stands there...

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