"I am here again" – 21106 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchBebeisme-şi-şosete
Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală
de sophie polansky
opinii_articole_interviuri
Opinii, articole ?i interviuri
de Adina Ungur
IImmortaal
I am only here because I cannot delete my account. Please, delete my account!!!
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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DIDan Iordache
Am imigrat cu familia in Québec, Canada. In tara am fost traducator, profesor de istorie si engleza, fotoreporter si jurnalist. In Québec, am reluat studiile de arte plastice, am obtinut un Certificat in Artele Visuale. Din 2002 sunt artist visual profesionist iar din 2003 predau expresiunea artistica (in special pictura acrilica si acuarela).O parte din ce am facut se poate vedea fie pe www.artsquebec.ca (ca Ion Danu) fie pe id.sito.org/yan. I've immigrated to Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada, with my family. In the old country I was a translator, a history teacher, a reporter, journalist and such. Here, in Quebec, I've did all kind of odd jobs and studied art until I've found my last job as an art teacher (and freelance visual artist). If interested, you can see what I do at : http://id.sito.org/yan/ J'ai imigré au Québec avec ma famille. En Roumanie, j'étais traducteur, professeur d'historie et d'anglais, photo reporter, journaliste. Au Québec, j'ai étudié à l'Université (j'ai une...
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Silviana
Vreau ceva consistent! Palpabil! Adevărat! În afară de cuvinte, n-am nimic! Cuvintele sunt cea mai mare bogăție a mea…restul e tăcere…vid…întuneric și nimic . Nu mă încarc cu regrete. Știu cine sunt. Dar toată lumea spune ca sunt nebună. Irațională și haotică. So what if I’m so…? It’s funnier ! Not to care and struggle…not to worry and have doubts….It’s heaven here! E much much better! Pentru că nu-mi pasă decât de tot ce e frumos și bun. Dau toxicul la schimb pentru zen. Și zen-ul ăsta e bun. E zen-ul meu, în care pot fii așa cum vreau, fără să-mi pese. Și nu-mi pasă…drept pentru care continui să fiu așa. Nimic interzis, nimic dubios…nimic nu e imposibil la mine pentru mine. Sunt cine vreau să fiu, și mă simt extraordinar de bine în compania mea . Ce praf sunt, am uitat să mă prezint…
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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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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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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Leia Skywalker
I am LadyVader of Borg. You shall be assimilated, Resistance is futile. Poetry is irrelevant. *looks around at the people getting their guns* Ok! Ok! Glumeam!!!
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paul rotaru
I am That I am nobody son of nobody he who is and he who is not
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ISIoan Stoenica
I am my soul, and I have my brain to help me with that. Doar o parte din mine. Ma intereseaza sufletul uman cu toate sentimentele lui (din care sunt atatea de invatat), scrisul si fotografia, care imi permit sa exprim dragoste si bucurie si frumusete si tristete, si bicicleta mea iubita, care ma face sa zbor liber pe drumuri de caramida galbena ce duc catre cer... Mai erau teatrul si tangoul si parca si muzica, dar cred ca pana la urma e vorba de orice ma poate ajuta sa simt si sa exprim sufletul, orice ma poate ajuta sa invat si sa fac sa creasca mintea...
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Ash Wednesday
de T.S. Eliot
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...
You are not alone
de Florin DeRoxas
You are not alone, You are just lonely, Didn’t found yet That love so great. While I am around, You are not alone, You just have nobody To caress your body. Be strong, never quit, ‘Cause...
Loneliness is a Promise
de oana stanescu
I was so wrong..so unafraid so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming...
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...
Gerontion
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor...
The Use and Abuse of History
de Friedrich Nietzsche
The Use and Abuse of History (1878) By Friedrich Nietzsche Forward \"Incidentally, I despise everything which merely instructs me without increasing or immediately enlivening my activity.\" These are...
All that I might be
de Florea Ana-Maria
I am a sheet of paper, Dropping out of a book, Leaving words behind, Never to return to them. My song is that of the wind, Disturbing letters in a text. I\'ll be waiting, Down here, Never to raise...
Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
de Ezra Pound
I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my...