"Falling inside" – 155 rezultate
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CCCiprian Ciuciu
(...) Ceea ce e deopotrivă fascinant la Ciuciu este că proza lui poate fi ușor dramatizată, lejer dramatizabilă, fără să dea senzația de scenariu premeditat, el face ieșirea rostirii în act; povestește un act; povestește un act de mimică chiar; teatrul devine în subtext ca suport tehnic de înțeles compulsivul necesar afișării personajului. Există un fir roșu care străbate prozele scurte ale lui Ciprian Ciuciu, o problemă a comunicării pusă altfel, același falling down care este vădit alimentat de un filon patologic cît și de o hipersensibilitate pe care autorul o pasează personajelor sale. La bun exemplu Gregor Samsa nu se mai metamorfozează în gîndac ci trăirile lui și le substituie posibilelor trăiri ale nefericitei viețuitoare de pămînt, parca amintind de proaspăta abordare hollywoodiana din „Armata celor 12 maimuțe” sau „Girl interrupted”. Ce mai aduce prozatorul debutant este plasarea simbolurilor pe post de recursuri de stil și de manieră. El îi conferă personajului atributul de...
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Christina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti, one of the most important women poets writing in nineteenth-century England, was born in London December 5, 1830, to Gabriele and Frances (Polidori) Rossetti. Although her fundamentally religious temperament was closer to her mother\'s, this youngest member of a remarkable family of poets, artists, and critics inherited many of her artistic tendencies from her father. Judging from somewhat idealized sketches made by her brother Dante, Christina as a teenager seems to have been quite attractive if not beautiful. In 1848 she became engaged to James Collinson, one of the minor Pre-Raphaelite brethren, but the engagement ended after he reverted to Roman Catholicism. When Professor Rossetti\'s failing health and eyesight forced him into retirement in 1853, Christina and her mother attempted to support the family by starting a day school, but had to give it up after a year or so. Thereafter she led a very retiring life, interrupted by a recurring illness which...
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ELEdward Lear
Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised. Lear was born into a middle-class family in the village of Holloway, the 21st child of Ann and Jeremiah Lear. He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Ann doted on Lear and continued to mother him until her death, when Lear was almost 50 years of age. Due to the family's failing financial fortune, at age four he and his sister had to leave the family home and set up house together. Largely educated by himself, Lear has been described as idiosyncratic yet brilliantly talented[citation needed]. Lear also suffered from health issues. From the age of six he suffered frequent grand mal epileptic seizures, and bronchitis, asthma, and in later life, partial blindness. Lear experienced his first seizure at a fair near Highgate with his...
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LOVE IS ALL
de sanda deme
LOVE IS ALL YANNI-TRIBUTE LOVE IS ALL YANNI-TRIBUTE Was raining in my heart Falling deep inside of me Drowning in my soul This silence rushes over me I am breath against this fire And I will not turn...
My Conception Of Love
de Dragos
My tears, like diamonds are falling down, and roses flourish from the ground. I can hear this voice inside of me, it\'s soft like a spanish melody. It comforts me, and changes my thoughts, it gives...
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...
House with no door
de Peter Hamill
There\'s a house with no door and I\'m living there at nights it gets so 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...
Cursed
de Ruxandra Moholea
almost flowerlike core beyond green and the shadows crawling dusk towards dawn erupting the heat in a circle of whites and blacks frenzy guardian angels wrap me in arms hiding me from the sweet...
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...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
流れ星
de Marian C Ghilea
冬の霜 氷の中に 流れ星 Fuyu no shimo Koori no naka ni Nagareboshi Frosto de l\'vintro Interne, en la glaco, Falantaj steloj Gerul de iarnă...
A murder of one
de Radu Herinean
Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn\'t have to mean you\'re on your own Your can look outside your window He doesn\'t have to know We can talk...
My farewell
de Crisan Iulian
Long lost city, what is left of you? Where is your grace and glamour? Where is your shining? Lost… And then I saw it, in His right hand The One sitting on the throne, a book Written inside and out,...
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...
ceea ce cautam noi nu se gaseste aici
de Adina Pietrosanu
\"...ceea ce cautam noi nu se gaseste aici...\" Incerc sa imi tin picioarele pe pamant in timp ce mainile se misca in aer intr-o muzica pe care o aud doar eu. M-am intrebat mereu oare cum ar suna...
Falling
de Lory Cristea
Falling
de Belgun Alexandra
Cântecul nopții se desfată în urechea mea...aud freămatul clipelor care se întrec care mai de care să aducă ziua de mâine...Tic...Tac...apoi fac liniște parcă pentru a-mi da răgaz.Patul de acasă mă...
Falling...
de Raluca-Stefania Mihai
Luminile grele ale orașului stins se jucau pe chipu-i obosit când își amintise de viața de dinaintea lăsării întunericului. Nu putea distinge din acel film decât o cameră în care fericirea se...
Falling
de Bordianu Ioana
E înnourat și singur pe o margine de prăpastie. E rece și întunecat și stă pe creste. Visează la timp și soare privește în gol și sare. ¤¤¤ În plină cădere simte vântul ce aleargă ca un nebun, iar...
Falling
de Traian Rotărescu
„ Eternul feminin ” nu există! (S)extraordinar! Și-atunci poezia ce mă-sa e: o conspirație, un rebut, o minciună, un produs secundar, o frecvență uitată aiurea în univers, recepționată la întâmplare?...