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olga alexandra diaconu

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OLGA ALEXANDRA DIACONU Poet, prose writer, essayist; Education: Faculty of Letters, 1971 Occupation: teacher of Romanian and French Language and Literature; Date of birth: April 19, 1948; Place of birth: Moreni city, Dâmboviţa department; First published in a literary magazine: the Luceafărul magazine, the 4th of November, 1974; First published book: 1993 Ed. Helga, Iasi, with the volume of poetry “The right to immortality”; Other volumes published: the essay “Creation and creativity in the vision of Mircea Eliade”, Sedcom Libris, Iasi, 2001; “The round of elements”, Augusta, Timișoara, 2003, poems; “Waiting for a wave to come”, Augusta Art Press, Timișoara, 2005, novel; “The eye of Eve”, Cronica, Iasi, 2007, poetry - Second prize in religious poetry contest Daniil Sandu Tudor, initiated by Radio România Cultural, Vatra Dornei, 2007; “The light of the Mountain”, Timpul 2007, poetry - The special prize for poetry in Romanian Competition Poesia e arti figurative prose - Il...

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Mihaela CarlanMC

Mihaela Carlan

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Nascuta la Bacau.1980- absolvit Facultatea de Chimie a Universitatii Bucuresti, pana in 2007 profesoara de chimie la un liceu de aeronautica, din noiembrie 2007 redactor la revista Tango, 6 luni, apoi 3 luni redactor sef adjunct la revista Eve, iar de la 1 august free lancer. Colaborez la Esquire. Perii o carte. Tes scenarii nu chiar lipsite de sanse. Am idei mature si entuziasm juvenil. Cred in mine. Cateodata mai cad. Dar, ma ridic repede, ca nu mai am timp de pierdut.

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Eve of Wax

de Adela Setti

tastaturile sunt pline de ceară șoselele sunt tapisate cu ceară din case curge ceară ici și colo un schelet de metal arată în sus un soare inert cu chelie roșie la o fereastră intactă bătrâna...

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Song of wine

de Emile Nelligan

Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...

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Another Not To

de Ohm

how i long to hold thee till mornings light then rip down these walls of spoken thought ravage this language we hold so dear strip away all conventional wisdom to bare a heartfelt human soul begin...

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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...

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​„Fairytale of New York” - anticolindul cel mai iubit și cel mai nedreptățit

de Bogdan Geana

A fost odată ca niciodată o trupă rock căreia i-a trecut prin cap să scrie un colind de Crăciun. Nu despre zăpadă sau sănii sau vâsc sau miracole de tot felul, pur și simplu un cântec despre...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book X

de John Milton

Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...

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The Sphinx

de Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...

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trying to bury santa

de Andrei Dumitrescu

They\'re trying to bury Santa Claus, to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They\'re trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the...

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Nu-i asa!

de Bogdan - Alexandru Marin

Nu-i asa ca sunt plecate Pletele de mere coapte Si pamanturile moarte S-au facut iar oale sparte? Nu-i asa ca vesnicia Si prostia si betia Nu-s ucise sau aeve Ci sunt poame-n pom de Eve? Nu-i asa...

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TRANCEFORMER (Dual)

de Ionel Catalin Diaconu

TRANCEFORMER Dual To Elisa, my muse -I am the Traveler! he said and in the ninth nanosecond I saw him jumping a few lightyears further. -And I, your shadow! And I was by his side, at his feet....

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PARADISE LOST --Book XI

de John Milton

Book XI Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone? So spake our father...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VII

de John Milton

Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book V

de John Milton

Book V Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate...

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Mai târziu

de Dafina David

Am luat cu mâna aceasta melcul pe care l-ai chemat din varza lui albăstruie, pe pătrățelele de piatră. Praful se albește virgin, soarele a mugit în dreptul meu și mi-am spus Melli, fetița cu...

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Ah, vocabularul!(do you take sugar with that?)

de Nicoleta Stefanescu

sau cum se poate aplica (yeah!) legea pruteanu în sens invers și în traduceri libere de tot (like, you know, “Revenge of the Nerds”) Avem oră de “dirigenție”: directorul răcnește din toți rărunchii...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII

de John Milton

Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...

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Porn meditation

de Theodor Emilian Barbu

Porn has ruined it for me. I mean now I can never be with a girl who is less than perfect. Pretty just won’t do it anymore. It seems this is my curse. It’s hard even to talk to the ugly ones. That...

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Poeți uitați - Albert Samain

de Ionescu Bogdan

A fost o vreme când volumele de poezie se tipăreau într-un numar foarte mic de exemplare pentru a fi dăruite prietenilor. Timpul, accidental și cu al său neprevăzut, a purtat păna la noi unele din...

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