"Fingers" – 110 rezultate
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KMKarl May
Carl Friedrich May, das fünfte von 14 Kindern einer armen Weberfamilie aus dem sächsischen Städtchen Hohenstein- Ernstthal, kam schon früh mit dem Gesetz in Konflikt. Kaum siebzehnjährig, wurde er beim Klauen erwischt – er wollte seinen Eltern mit „6 ganze Lichte“ eine Weihnachtsfreude bereiten -, was ihm zwar einen Schulverweis einbrachte, aber seine Lehrerausbildung in Plauen trotzdem noch ermöglichte. Als Lehrer in Altchemnitz (1862) kann er seine langen Finger wieder nicht im Zaum halten und wird am 2. Weihnachtstag verhaftet, um für sechs Wochen im Gefängnis zu landen. Die Lehramtsbefähigung war natürlich auch weg. Wegen diversen Gaunereien sitzt Karl May vom Juni 1865 bis zum November 1868 in einem Zwickauer Gefängnis und als Strafe für Hochstaplerei ist er vom 3. Mai 1870 bis zum 2. Mai 1874 im Zuchthaus Waldheim der Sträfling mit der Nummer 402. Karl May ist wahrscheinlich der erfolgreichste Abenteuererzähler aller Zeiten. Die deutsche Auflage seiner Romane hat längst die...
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JDJoe Duggan
Joe Duggan is a poet, writer and facilitator, originally from Northern Ireland. His first full collection “Fizzbombs” was published by Tall Lighthouse in 2008. He was highly commended in The Forward Prize 2009 and featured in the Forward Book of Poetry 2010. He was a founder member of the “Bunch of Chancers” Poetry Group in Derry, touring throughout Ireland and New York State. His work has been published by Brand, Abridged, Fingerpost, Bear in Mind (Lagan Press), Cúirt Journal and the Shuffle Anthology. He has also written stories for children, rap lyrics for the Irish band Different Drums and two texts for Echo Echo Dance Company. He enjoys performing widely on the London poetry scene and featured at Latitude Festival in 2009. A qualified Primary school teacher, he is also an experienced creative writing facilitator, working in both school and community settings. “Under the chatty vernacular is a lovely, casual sharpness, like an unexpected hot chilli in something sold as sweet....
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The wet fingers part
de Mihai Ologu
[…] în fața ghiuvetei pândesc momentul în care tu iți uzi degetele indecisă impolorând să intervin . m’aș vărsa lacom să te eclipsez scârbesc umilesc să’ți curăț pielițele și petele albe și celelalte...
The place where the fingers stop
de Zavalic Antonia-Luiza
N-am scris niciodată nimic totul a crescut în mine, ca într-o sete de lucruri invizibile, în care cred mai mult decât în propria-mi viață. Am fost o mamă bună, copiii mei invizibili m-au iubit și...
The Palace
de Dafina David
That’s why we never keep fingers in their right place- the Palace is burning clouds of sun, is now or never, be aware of replay fire- mă duc în capcanele tale cu fruntea palidă mă duc în căldarea ta...
EVERYBODY KNOWS
de Leonard Cohen
Everybody knows that the dice is loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost. Everybody knows the fight was fixed : the poor...
The Thought Fox
de Ted Hughes
I imagine this midnight moment\'s forest: Something else is alive Besides the clock\'s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near...
Haiku
de Henriette Berge
Sub ram de piersic- învârtesc pe degete firele de nor. Under a peach tree- I swirl between my fingers strings of a cloud.
Numarand timpul pe broaste
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Counting the frogs, the skins and the birds, And the stars and the wings And the arms and the dreams, Counting the crows the fingers,the toes, Whispers and shouts the loves and the doubts, Counting...
Feeling of romance
de Andrei Dumitrescu
She kisses me like a lizard with her long lost tail, brushing her lips onto mine like a violent blizzard counting the wounds soon to be risen out of the skin of the sorrowful air, Like some kind of...
Purusha
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Purusha breaths from underneath through my smile and my tear, She breaths the sky within and she feeds her fingers on the outside here, she loves in frames and she listens in puzzles, she carves in...
THOUGHTS
de petra carmela claudia mihai
THOUGHTS Paint the color of my feelings Feel the shape of my thoughts See the fine smell of my warm body Kiss my whispers Touch my sins with your fingers Cry my lips Taste my soul Share my dreams...
Green shop
de Neptumo
Green shop Ok,my mind is not clear all the time And,yes,I know people with good eyes which can not see And,ya,I\'d like to touch my bones from inside(an absolute pleasure) As I like to feel words...
I’m getting sentimental over you
de carstea anca-cristina
I said god what’s with my fingerprints sweating tenderness on the edge of the senses? cause you see: somehow, there’s no one in sight and not many tears are to dry. but then it all just flew through...
living behind
de ana aneliz
My world is ending Far from begining And I`ve got that feeling That sense of falling Will u help me please Find my unknown path To birth and never to death Make me feel`ure soul reaviling Not falling...
Cuțitele
de Dafina David
Ce era dacă toți oamenii cu limba cernită asupra steluțe de miere, cristale zbrobite din geam toată iarna - my middle gave to the poor, the call flipped red in their mouth, in their thin sand sandy...
In Dumbrava
de Dana Radler
Grey-greenish benches bent over my steps while dark wood tiles shine into sun The grey, soft steps of past and sorrow melt, Troita’s silky black fur strokes my fingers. The vertigo of memories...
Mă pedepsesc, iubito
de Dragoș Vișan
Mă pedepsesc, iubito, să-mi trag una-n cap, să mă scoli de jos, prăbușit Fish Fingers de "La Doi Pași", Calamar, din "Spongebob" În atâta verdeață hamac să-ți fiu, cu brațele mai întâi prinse de-un...
exerciții de sinceritate
de Mihaela Popa
limba engleză e comică atunci când o înveți fără profesor am fost la doctorul de țâțe în loc de stomatolog și dacă până atunci avea cuvintele cu el auzind asta Sam a rămas privindu-mă consternat...
Dansul
de Dafina David
Mă apropiu de vinele tale- dansul nostru se cheamă înăuntrul umbrelor care una alteia ne dedică; noi nu suntem dansul nostru noi nu mai mirosim marea pe care ne-a făcut-o zeul nostru de nisip; focul...