"Dark Night of the Soul" – 20948 rezultate
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M-am nascut, exist, dar cine sunt? [ancheta sociala]
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RDRobert Desnos
Robert Desnos s-a nascut pe 4-VII-1900 la Paris si a murit pe 8-VI-1945. Un elev mediocru in tinerete, se indragostete de literatura si incepe sa scrie poezii. Impreuna cu Louis Aragon, Paul Eluard si Andre Breton, Desnos pune bazele miscarii suprarealiste in literatura.Insusi Breton il considera "Profetul" miscarii. Primele poeme ii apar in revista dadaista "Littérature" in 1919.In 1922 isi vede publicata prima carte "Prose Selavy" o colectie de aforisme suprarealiste.Tot in acest an il cunoaste pe poetul Benjamin Peret si, impreuna, incep sa practice scrierea automata, in cele mai multe cazuri sub hipnoza. In 1926 compune "The Night of Loveless Nights" poem liric inchinat singuratatii, paradoxal, scris in stil clasic, mai asemanator poeziei lui Baudelaire decat poeziei suprarealiste. Se indragostete de cantareata Yvonne George dar multimea de admiratori care o idolatrizau fac aceasta iubire imposibila.Ei ii dedica numeroase poeme din volumul "La liberté ou l'amour" din 1927, volum...
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DVdiaconu ana violeta
adesea ma intreb si io cine sunt si cum bine zicea florin chilian "ce caut io in viata mea?" singurele lucruri de care sunt sigura sunt cele 3 mari iubiri ale mele : desenul, muzica si scrierea!
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DarK KinG
doar...un suflet..indragostit
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DFDark Faith
Un suflet ce speranta si-a pierdut, un suflet cu un singur vis ce moare incet...
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Dark Angel
in timp ma vei cunoajte dupa genul de poezii pe care-l scriu
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Alice Cooper
poate voi adauga mai tarziu ceva la aceasta rubrica... cand va fi ceva de zis... never...
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Rraoul
sunt doar eu si atat :)
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ramona
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lal lal
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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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night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...
The magic in our words
de Andrei Dumitrescu
The magic in our words sells us to our stories tonight, As the sharpest swords share destinies untold by the dripping blood, hanging by the edge of the dark blades deceiving timeless snakes Wild and...
To hope
de John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my \"mind\'s eye\" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal...
The Witch of Coos
de Robert Frost
I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...
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...
Subterranean Voyager
de Dorobantu Alexandru
Oh Paris, oh Paris with your frivolous nights waiting drunk at Lamark metro station for a ride--- you saw the best in me on those lonely rides home reading Whitman drinking wine as the metallic doors...
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man
de Luca Tiberiu
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man For bein' dead so many lost live Wonder how long before the soul dies, Today I heard you cry for the firs time, It was the worst time The way I heard you...
Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
story....
de Florea Ana-Maria
Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...