"Going for Water" – 476 rezultate
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Lewis Carroll [pseudonym of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (1832-1898), English author, mathematician, and Anglican clergyman wrote Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865); Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next….then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: (Ch. 1) And thus begins Alice’s fantastical adventures that have endured in their popularity for over a century, influencing contemporary authors, artists, musicians and inspiring adaptations to the stage and screen. Carroll’s particular mix of creativity, fantasy, word play, satire, nonsense, and dry wit have gained him iconic status in popular culture with...
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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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paulo coelho
Paulo Coelho was born in 1947 into a middle-class family, the son of Pedro, an engineer, and Lygia, a housewife. At seven, he entered the Jesuit school of San Ignacio in Rio de Janeiro. Paulo came to detest the obligatory nature of religious practice. However, although he hated praying and going to mass, there were compensations. In the school\'s austere corridors, Paulo discovered his true vocation: to be a writer. He won his first literary prize in a school poetry competition, and his sister, Sonia, recounts how she won an essay prize by entering something that Paulo had discarded in the wastepaper bin. \"Paulo Coelho is not only one of the most widely read, but also one the most influential authors writing today,\" wrote the Bambi awards in Germany. \"His books have had a life-enhancing impact on millions of people\" wrote The Times in UK. To date a sum of 280 translations in 59 languages have been published with sales totalling almost 56 million copies in 150 countries. For 15...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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AMAndi Moisescu
White light going messing up my mind
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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Carmen Harra
Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...
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NBNikolaus Berwanger
Nikolaus Berwanger (*5.7.1935, Freidorf/Banat/Rumänien; +1.4.1989 Ludwigsburg/Baden-Württemberg/Deutschland) hat wie kein anderer das Kulturleben der Banater Schwaben in der Nachkriegszeit geprägt und sich dabei nicht nur Freunde gemacht. Er kam in Freidorf, der gleichen, heute zu Temeswar gehörenden Ortschaft, zur Welt, in der auch Johnny Weissmüller, Schwimmweltrekordler und Tarzan-Interpret, geboren wurde. Die politische Gesinnung in seiner Arbeiterfamilie hat ihn schon als Kind geprägt. Nach dem Besuch der Volksschule machte er auf Baustellen und in einer Ziegelei erste Erfahrungen mit dem Leben und der sozialistischen Weltanschauung des Proletariats. Die Folge war, dass Nikolaus Berwanger mit 15 Jahren das jüngste Mitglied des „Deutschen Antifaschistischen Komitees“ wurde. Er absolvierte eine Textilfachschule und arbeitete in einem der zahlreichen Temeswarer Betriebe dieser Leichtindustriebranche. Schon 1952 ging er nach Bukarest und wurde Mitarbeiter des Tagesblattes „Neuer...
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enachescu adina
Biografie Adina Al. Enachesacu Naștere:Rm. Valcea, Jud. Valcea Studii:Fac.de Matematica(1952-1957), Bucuresti Stare civilă:căsătorită Ocupația: profesor Activitate literară:- membru fondator al Societății Literare Anton Pann-Rm.Vîlcea(1983); membru SRH, Bucuresti; Societate de haiku, Constanta); Societatea Scriitorilor Romani(2000); Cenaclul Perpessicius Bucuresti etc. Colaborări: Orizont, Evenimentul, Cronica Vîlceană, Jurnalul de Vîlcea, Monitorul de Vîlcea (Rm.Vîlcea), Poștașul (Slatina), Curierul de Valcea, Viata Valcii, Amurg Sentimental (București), Paradox ( Bucuresti), Revista romana de versuri si proza, Metafora (Constanta), Albatros (Constanta), Dor de dor (Calarasi) -redactor, Haiku (Bucuresti), Povestea Vorbei (Rm.Valcea), Revista bibliotecii, Crenguta (Chisinau), Miorita noastra (New York), Gong (Franta), Ko (Japonia), Viata de pretutideni ( Arad- redactor)-poezie, proza scurta, reportaj, publicistica, cronici literare, istorie literara, haiku-uri, tanka, haibun, renku...
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I was looking for love...
de blue
( after Costache Ioanid) I was looking for love, like for a lost town, Like for a singing heaven in a world of pain, I rushed into life and all that liked my eye, And I only suffered; but heaven was...
The Seafarer
de Ezra Pound
May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...
My favourite game
de Miruna Gavriliu
Breathe in Breathe out - one lung in the sky, and the other buried deep underground nurturing fiery blossom earthquakes even if I cannot get back in time I know I shouldn’t be smoking Let me pour...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
I always say
de Lia Miruna Dumitrache
So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...
zarathustra
de Friedrich Nietzsche
1891 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA by Friedrich Nietzsche translated by Thomas Common PROLOGUE Zarathustra\'s Prologue 1. WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home,...
The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man
de Ohm
Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...
The Code
de Robert Frost
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...
West Running Brook
de Robert Frost
\'Fred, where is north?\' \'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.\' \'West-running Brook then call it.\' (West-Running Brook men call it to this day.) \'What does it think k\'s doing...