"I am so tired" – 21105 rezultate
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Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală
de sophie polansky
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Opinii, articole ?i interviuri
de Adina Ungur
Radu Dumitrescu
Everything I think is golden - crystal, fucking beautiful shit, man. I am so fucking pure.
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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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Mircea Braslasu
Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...
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John Keats
John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...
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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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Alexandru A. Philippide
2 martie 1900 se naste, la Iasi, Alexandru A. Philippide, fiul lui Alexandru I. Philippide (filolog cu renume și academician) si al Lucretiei. Debuteaza in revista " Insemnari Literare" cu poemul "Cintecul citorva". Un an mai tarziu debuteaza in proza. In 1922 apare volumul de poezii " Aur sterp" care include si poezia de debut. In 1942 vede lumina tiparului singurul volum de proza al scriitorului " Floarea din prapastie". Traduce in limba romana nume sonore ca Voltaire,Cehov si Novalis despre care spune "Am pastrat o dragoste statornica lui Novalis, iar romantismul german e pentru mine o gradina interioara a carei cheie intotdeauna ma voi feri s-o pierd". 1930 - 1945 colaborator la " Adevarul Literar si Artistic", " Viata Romaneasca", "Cuvantul Liber", "Gandirea", "Vremea", "Revista Fundatiilor" iar din 1945 si la "Victoria". Primeste Premiul de Stat pentru versiunea Romana a poemelor lui Lermontov. In 1968 apare volumul de eseuri " Scriitorul si arta lui" cu o prefata a autorului....
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Schiopu Lucica
Suferinta Amor si suferinta, Pasiune si dispret, Iubire desarta In asta poti sa crezi? In lumea asta mare, De dor m-am ratacit. Si seara, zi si noapte, Imi par un infinit. A ta faptura draga As vrea s-o intalnesc, Sa mangai a ta tampla Si-apoi tu poti sa pleci. Sa pleci spre infinituri Unde sa intalnesti, A mea iubire sincera Si sa n-o parasesti. S-o iei de mana-n graba Si sa te joci cu ea, Sa-i spui ca e frumoasa Ca un rasarit de stea.
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Jemna Ramona Laura
Luni Sunt singura in camera. De fapt, sunt iar singura...in viata. Pentru a cata oara? Ce rost are sa mai fac fac socoteala? Important acum e prezentul. Scaunele " tac ", nu scartaie nici unul. Cand spui "sunt doar cu mine", in interiorul tau doresti sa fi pronuntat acest cuvant pentru ultima oara. Vrei ca semnificatia, incarcatura lui s-o uiti cat mai repede. Si vin ploi...si sterg o parte din cenusiu. Iar apoi...dupa ploaie rasare soarele si purifica atmosfera. Da...dizolva semnificatia tristetii. Mi-am scos un sandwich si mananc. Ma cauta cineva...dar nu pot sa raspund. De ce? Pentru ca azi doresc sa stau de vorba doar cu "tine", cu trecutul pe care vreau sa-l uit. Pe care faptele-l pastreaza, dar pe care l-am ascuns in mine. Si care m-a facut sa ma simt uneori atat de singura, singura...chiar cand eram inconjurata de atatia prieteni. Trecutul..."taci", as vrea sa-i raspund iritata eului meu! Si totusi el are dreptate. Ar fi fost bun de geolog. Sapaturile lui duc totdeauna la...
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codrin 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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