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Jim Morrison

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The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.

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Andrew Hudgins

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Andrew Hudgins was born in Killeen, Texas, in 1951 and educated at Huntingdon College and the University of Alabama. He earned his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa in 1983. His volumes of poetry include Ecstatic in the Poison (Overlook Press, 2003); Babylon in a Jar (1998); The Glass Hammer: A Southern Childhood (1994); The Never-Ending: New Poems (1991),a finalist for the National Book Awards; After the Lost War: A Narrative (1988), which received the Poetry Prize; and Saints and Strangers (1985), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. He is also the author of a book of essays, The Glass Anvil (1997). About Hudgins\'s most recent collection, Mark Strand has said, \"Ecstatic in the Poison is full of intelligence, vitality, and grace. And there is a beautiful oddness about it. Dark moments seem charged with an eerie luminosity and the most humdrum events assume a startling lyric intensity. A deep resonant humor is everywhere, and everywhere amazing.\" Hudgins\'s awards and...

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Come to me

de bayar

Come to me to the darkest woods In the darkest place of the planet, Join me through the creeping trees That embrace me with their frozen branches. Search me in the reigning darkness While I watch...

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Herztier (Animalul inimii)

de tea nicolescu

Tea Nicolescu Herta Müller « Herztier » ( Animalul Inimii) -din seria « Cărțile mele »- Sigur că auzisem de Herta Mûller ! Dar auzisem despre o sumedenie de scriitori –...

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THE GRIFFIN

de Alina Mihai

I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...

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Iubitii Diavolului

de Doru Alexandru

I Karin Mi s-a parut ca picuri de sange cad din soare ca totul arde fara pic de vlaga; - Fereste-te de semnul acela copila, fereste-te de el… Erau spusele unui preot de la parohia ei cand acesta o...

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hunting

de Acsy Mark

Where did my inspiration go when I could fly and had a flow? Why did my inspiration fade... cut from it\'s roots by s strange blade? Like diamonds sparkled then my eyes untamed then by the “what...

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Soul Hunting... sau Vanatoare de Suflet

de Oana Maria Iacovita

Soul Hunting (…sau Vânătoare de Suflet) Totul a început destul de confuz. Cine s-ar fi gândit că o simplă călătorie, aparent banală, cu tramvaiul, mă va tulbura atât. Era ca în ceață, o incursiune în...

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dictionar

de lazar marcel

DICTIONAR ana malai: constiinta umana in expansiune ganga-jaya: gustul matern al tatalui hiredato: presentimentul recurentei fenomenelor care nu se vad (presimtirea acelor lucruri nevazute care se...

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An exotic holiday

de Adrian Arvunescu

My boyfriend took me to Siberia last winter. He said to me: My, let s go deer hunting! Totally in love, I understood: my dear, let s go to Hawaii! Said and done. Except that, when we got there, the...

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Nihil sine nihil

de Traian Rotărescu

Când eșuează câte-un sentiment, Ai vrea să se-ntâmple în mod unic, asemeni orcilor din Peninsula Valdes. (hunting strategy) Da' și ălora, când le iese, le iese: Se-ntorc în ocean cu puiul de...

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​”Podul diavolului” de Radu Paraschivescu, sau ce mi-a mai rămas și mie de rezumat după atâtea rezumate online

de Bogdan Geana

” Niciun autor de romane polițiste nu are voie să scrie cărți în care ucigașul e servitor sau majordom ”, așa își începe Radu Paraschivescu romanul ”Podul diavolului”, cu un citat din Willard...

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Tot despre premii

de Maria Tirenescu

Următoarele haiku-uri scrise de Sonia Cristina Coman, din Constanța, au fost premiate la Highly Commended Haiku, Vancouver Chery blossom Festival, 2006, Canada. cireși înfloriți - petalele acoperă...

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Mereu

de Dafina David

Mi-erau grele pietrele în sânge, îmi duceau insulițele la portul de zahăr pe care mugurii viei îl acreau cu gârla lor de ostropel- come on now, stir inside gospels, would not remember my pity would...

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Risipa de copii

de angela furtuna

RISIPA DE COPII (0 analiză a strategiilor războiului de imagine din Gaza) Războiul civilizațiilor și copiii democrațiilor liberale Se vorbește astăzi, din nou, agresiv, și cu argumente din ce în ce...

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Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

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Oliver Cromwell, intre legenda si adevar

de Hiram Abif

Referitor la personalitatea sa, Oliver Cromwell n-a beneficiat pana in prezent, in fata publicului romanesc, de o atentie deosebita din partea istoriei, fie originala, fie tradusa. Manualele de...

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Taming of the Shrew

de William Shakespeare

Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...

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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...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book XII

de John Milton

Book XII As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with...

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