"Hatred" – 61 rezultate
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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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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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KSKarl Shapiro
Karl Jay Shapiro (10 November 1913, Baltimore, Maryland – 14 May 2000, New York City) was an American poet. He was appointed the fifth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1946. Works Poetry * Adult Bookstore (1976) * Auto Wreck (1942) * Collected Poems, 1940-1977 (1978) * Essay on Rime (1945) * New and Selected Poems, 1940-1987 (1988) * Person, Place, and Thing (1942) * The Fly (1942) * Place of Love (1943) * Poems (1935) * Poems 1940-1953 (1953) * Poems of a Jew (1950) * Poet: Volume I: The Younger Son (1988) * Selected Poems (Random House, 1968) * Selected Poems (Library of America, 2003), edited by John Updike. * The Bourgeois Poet (1964) * The Old Horsefly (1993) * The Place of Love (1943) * Trial of a Poet (1947) * V-Letter and Other Poems (1945) * White Haired Lover (1968) * The Wild Card: Selected Poems, Early and Late (1998) * Coda: Last Poems (2008) Autobiography * Reports of My Death (1990) * Poet: An Autobiography in Three Parts (Chapel Hill:...
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Hatred
de Bodean Olesea
Voi numi deşert castelul ce-ai fost Noapte - această voce, absență - chipul tău Şi când vei cădea pe pământul steril Voi numi neant lumina ce te-a purtat...
Perils of the Small Hours
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
When life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening\'s books are read, I sit alone, save for the dead And the lovers I have grown to hate. But all at once the narrow gloom Of hatred and...
Tourniquet
de Brian Hugh Warner
she\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver tight like spider legs...
Not my type
de Coana Loenida
He is not what I expected In fact, he is totally not my type Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to But he is the type Tall, dark, dangerous looking The kind that ooze masculinity...
You Have Loved Enough
de Leonard Cohen
You Have Loved Enough I said I\'d be your lover. You laughed at what I said. I lost my job forever. I was counted with the dead. I swept the marble chambers, But you sent me down below. You kept me...
The Ship of Gold
de Emile Nelligan
It was a great ship carved from solid gold: Its masts touched to the skies on uncharted seas; Venus, goddess of love, her hair streaming, her flesh bare, Flaunted herself on the prow beneath a...
Lament
de Andreea Vlad
Might I call again My personal preference In the same blind mirror Brightly polished? When shall I have My own fake heaven High above the fire To carry in sloth Illusions perished In lonesome dawns?...
Supreme heresy
de SweetSong
SUPREME HERESY The dogmas we know as sustaining the world Are so easily heard, but so misunderstood And each of us is waiting motionless-hearted To have the bliss dreamt of, as we really should. We...
Către cititori
de Lucian Blaga
Către cititori Aici e casa mea. Dincolo soarele și grădină cu stupi. Voi treceți pe drum, vă uitați printre gratii de poartă și așteptați să vorbesc. - De unde să-ncep? Credeți-mă, credeți-mă, despre...
Exercitiu de critica
de Sorin Voinescu
Am avut ocazia sa verific munca unor colegi. Un lucru relativ simplu. Invatasem procedurile in scoala si doar trebuia sa le aplic. Daca regaseam rezultatele lor totul era in ordine. A aprecia...
Teachers
de Leonard Cohen
I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no. I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher...
Light As The Breeze
de Leonard Cohen
She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don\'t matter how you worship as long as you\'re...
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de Sebastian Hatred
M-am trezit de mâine-ieri Închis intre pereții unui pachet de țigări. M-am gândit că am fumat asa de mult încat s-a gândit cineva divin să mă facă să mă simt ca o țigară. asteptam să mă fumeze...
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de Sebastian Hatred
mai e de spus ceva, când citesc povești tăcute în privirea ta de ieri...? nu a înteles oare unde colțul buzei a dat greș - de ce nu am taiat și noi zâmbetul care te-a închis între două gene de iulie?...
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de Sebastian Hatred
mă mai inspiră muzica - miros culori și văd lucruri ce nu le cunoști. mă pierd încet și pictez cuvinte pe o planșă de țigări stinse și scrum. nu le simt mirosul. decat explozie - la o cotitură bruscă...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...