"Fighting spring,losing you" – 68 rezultate
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JLJosé Lezama Lima
José Lezama Lima (19 decembrie, 1910 în Havana, Cuba - 8 august, 1976 în Havana, Cuba) a fost un romancier ți poet cubanez. Born in the Columbia Military Encampment close to Havana in the city of Marianao where his father was a colonel, Lezama lived through the most turbulent times of Cuba's history, fighting first against the Machado dictatorship, and later surviving the Castro regime. A gay man himself,[1] his literary output includes the semi-autobiographical, baroque novel Paradiso (1966), the story of a young man and his struggles with his mysterious illness, the death of his father, and his developing homosexuality and poetic sensibilities. Lima also edited several anthologies of Cuban poetry and the magazines Verbum and Orígenes, presiding as the patriarch of Cuban letters for most of his later years. In addition to his poems and novels, Lezama wrote many essays on figures of world literature like Mallarmé, Valéry, Góngora and Rimbaud as well as on Latin American baroque...
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James Alan Hetfield
James Hetfield In Brief: James Alan Hetfield Born: August 3, 1963 From: Los Angeles, California Personal: Married, 2 Children Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals Instrument: vocals, guitars Vitals: blue eyes, blonde hair, 6\'1\"/1.85 meters tall, weighs 180 lbs/81.65 kilos Hetfield was born to a truck driver and light opera singer on August 3rd, 1963, in Los Angeles. His family\'s Christian Science religious beliefs are often mentioned as the root of James\' \"tortured soul\" lyrics. Musically, he began at age 9 with piano lessons, then banging away on his brother David\'s drums and finally to guitar. With his guitar in hand, James aspired to become a rock star in his first band, Obsession. The band was made up of the Veloz brothers on bass and drums and Jim Arnold on guitar. A pair of friends, Ron McGovney and Dave Marrs, acted as the band\'s roadies. This meant sitting in the loft of the Veloz garage running a control panel for makeshift lighting...
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The Ants
de Bernard Werber
The Ants ... On the forty-fifth floor of the basement, the 103,683rd asexual ant made her way into the wrestling halls, low-ceilinged rooms where the soldiers exercised inreadiness for the spring...
never the same: Romania and Bulgaria
de Felix-Gabriel Lefter
Never the same: Romania and Bulgaria Suspicious, holding the blade in trembling hands, always carrying on each other trouble, or superiority, as it takes, competing, hating, trying to do something...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
From Paracelsus
de Robert Browning
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whateer you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross...
FIGHTING DRAGONS
de Popescu Florin
Falling down on my knees I\'m waiting for your love -Go home and wait for me He saies -Talk to me I\'m here- No -Go home and wait for me -Dragons of love live in me Restless All I ask is you love -Go...
Pentru tine (Fighting the world)
de Alex Dospian
Aș lupta cu lumea-ntreagă pentru tine, Aș lega din nou un continent de altul, Un cavaler aș fi,sfidând orice mulțime, Crezul meu și vrerea le-ar birui asaltul. Pe roibul meu fidel,sabia-n mâna...
culorile acestui bărbat
de Virgil Titarenco
Fighting soldiers from the sky, Fearless men who jump and die, Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret. \"The Ballad of the Green Berets\" răsar culorile acestui bărbat atins...
By the sides of the same bridge
de Andrei Dumitrescu
By the sides of the same bridge colapsing Our hearts coliding, wearing the same stich fighting eachother to death playing with suicide, Taking on fate tonight as if it is our last dance on the chasm...
Note de Subsol
de Hanna Segal
“There came to me a most feminine sea-captain called Granny Imallye… with three galleys and two hundred fighting men… This was a notorious woman in all the coasts of Ireland.” Sir Henry Sydney,...
Jurnal II
de Elena Enache
5 II 2002 As night descend from its forgotten places As stars begin to shine above a world so bright that looking out the window your finding is just light the dreams of fallen heroes do strike you...
I’ll be there
de blue
call me and I’ll come, I’ll be next to you to tell you, if you want “I love you!” I’ll be there if you need me, I’ll protect you from evil, I’ll be fighting the...
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...
I Believe!
de Vlad Adrian
I Believe! We will survive. I Believe! We’ll keep the Earth alive. I Believe! We will stop killing. I Believe! We will start healing. I Believe! We will stop fighting. I Believe! We will start...
I need to...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I need to get lost and then to find you, I need the winds and the skies and the eyes of the earth to bring your bones as smiles up to my kingdom come, I need your grave to be my reborn palace your...
Călătorul profund
de malin tacu
Să nu trezim din somnul adânc pădurea și cerul Dar poate au greșit undeva un semn de oracol Ca umbra s-a răzvrătit în mulțimea de amănunte sonore Albe chipuri călătoresc pe sub norii nopții trec Se...
Închipuire campestră
de George Lână
Urâtul se instala odată cu iarna în fibrele satului ce ne găzduia simultan fiecare din noi se trudea să reziste erai de departe numărul unu în top singura dăscăliță din zonă amirosind a frumos și...
Interview cu o mireasa
de adrian grauenfels
MOTTO: Many believe that Che Guevara is one of the greatest revolutionaries and greatest Latin Americans to ever live. Mr. Sartre says that he was a complete man. Looking at his life, one can see...
Ode to the Book
de Pablo Neruda
When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet,...