"Fleeting" – 682 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchJurcut Gheorghe Cristian
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Ccrack
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Delia Grosu
electric.feelingx@yahoo.com made in the '90s
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LALucretia Aerdo
Blissfull Ignorance Ignis And Feelings Overstimulated Neurons Glamour As Hypocrisy Race Against Time Antarctic Emotions Fall of Angels Is it Life? My Life? EnD.
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Adrian Foltean
Born in Arad and and found poetry through fear of expressing feelings directly by speaking
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GMGeorge Meredith
George Meredith (n. 12 februarie 1828 în Portsmouth; d. 18 mai 1909 în Flint Cottage) a fost un scriitor și poet englez . Romane The Ordeal of Richard Feveral Emilia Rhoda Fleming The Adventures of Harry Richmond The Egoist Diana of the Crossways Evan Harrington The Amazing Marriage Poezii Modern Love Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth A Faith on Trial A Reading of Live Last Poems
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Osho
Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Nikki Giovanni
Pe numele adevarat Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, a urmat cursurile Universitatii Fisk. E membru activ in The Black Arts Movement, o comunitate de intelectuali de culoare din SUA, care activeaza pentru respectarea drepturilor negrilor si egalitate rasiala. Opera majora: Black Feeling, Black Talk (1968). Black Judgement (1968). Night Comes Softly (1970). Poem of Angela Yvonne Davis (1970). Illustrated by Charles Bible. Re: Creation (1970). Gemini: An Extended Autobiographical Statement on My First Twenty-Five Years of Being a Black Poet (1971). Spin a Soft Black Song: Poems for Children (1971). Illustrated by Charles Bible. In My House (1972). Dialogue (1973). Foreword by Ida Lewis; Afterword by Orde Coombs. Conversations with James Baldwin. My House, Ego-Tripping and Other Poems for Young People (1973). A Poetic Equation: Conversations between Nikki Giovanni and Margaret Walker (1974). The Women Gather (1975). Broadside. The Women and the Men (1975). Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day (1978)....
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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Fleeting
de Adela Setti
și erai acolo emaciată cu fusta aceea verde și ochii aceia verzi mari cât marea nu te-am recunoscut din palmă palma ta nu mai avea linii doar linia obrazului aducea de departe cu luna subțiată de...
Sonet XCVII
de Cristian Vasiliu
Am îndurat – să știi! – cumplita iarnă A lipsei tale-n anul ce-a trecut Și am privit afară prin lucarnă Înghețuri și-ntunerici, abătut; E dusă vara, iar fertila toamnă, Ce poartă-n pântec prețiosul...
Roiku vs. Haiku…
de Romulus Câmpan Maramureșanu
Trebuie să recunosc cu sinceritate, că relația mea cu genul haiku a fost una de „amor la prima vedere... cu reticențe”. M-a atras sobrietatea juridică aproape, a lui 5-7-5, repugnându-mi totuși,...
Ieși din bătaia vieții!
de serban georgescu
Viața scoate viața din mine și tot viața o pune la loc. ”Decât o lume fără Rusia, mai bine fără lume” (Putin citat de Alex Gheorghe în Dilema Veche, 31 martie 2022). Condiția în care semenii mei se...
feeting two hearts
de Ștefan Petrea
mă claustrez de o vreme dar tot n-am găsit Esența litera mi-e oarbă de înțelesuri divine ochiul de ciclop stă închis. patima fierberii cărnii de om mănînc la fiecare dejun bucăți din carnea proprie...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...
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...
Feeling
de Ana
Atinge-mi lacrimile Cu vârfurile degetelor, Atinge-mi visele Cu buzele tale Si putem avea toata lumea, Acum Si-ntotdeauna ! Ia-mi inima în palma ta Si umbreste-o cu parul tau, Fa-o albastra ca ochii...
FEELINGS
de petra carmela claudia mihai
FEELINGS Stearing at my soul’s dead body I touch my shadowing shapes And I open my eyes Into illusion... Crawling my thoughts in my brain I scratch my name on the old wooden table But it’s not...
Feeling
de Aurel Dumitrașcu
-Seară de seară copilașii de la orfelinat fură trompete și aleargă la mine.Cu dizzie cu charlie cu tot neamul lor prihănit în oglinzi. Întîi ne privim, întîi probăm același frac. Plîngem. Prin odaie...