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Bebeisme-şi-şosete

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Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală

de sophie polansky

opinii_articole_interviuri

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Opinii, articole ?i interviuri

de Adina Ungur

ImmortaalI

Immortaal

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I am only here because I cannot delete my account. Please, delete my account!!!

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Keiko ImaokaKI

Keiko Imaoka

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Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...

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Anisia Mădălina Sara Trandafir

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22.12.1982 / 21.09.1985 Well. It used to be some way. Now, it's just a little bit strange. But I cannot tell the difference!

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Iohann MayerIM

Iohann Mayer

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An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...

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I. M. Rascu

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I. Heliade Radulescu

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I. V. JohnIJ

I. V. John

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am 18 ani shi sunt in kl.11-a..alte momente marcante- am terminat shkoala de piktura, iar akum incerk sa skriu...

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I.O. Suceveanu

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I.O. Suceveanu, pe numele său adevărat Ion Olaru (n. 12 februarie 1905, satul Baineț, județul Suceava - d. 30 septembrie 1960, Sibiu) a fost un poet român. Biografie I.O. Suceveanu s-a născut la data de 12 februarie 1905, în satul Baineț (aflat astăzi în județul Suceava), din părinții Onofrei și Marina Olaru și a primit la naștere numele de Ion. A absolvit cursurile Școlii Tehnice Aeronautice (1921-1925), după care a predat ca profesor la Școala de meserii din satul Racovița (județul Olt). A lucrat ca maistru militar și telegrafist până în anul 1945, când a fost trecut în rezervă. Este angajat, apoi, ca tehnician la Întreprinderea Regională de Electricitate Sibiu. A încetat din viață la data de 30 septembrie 1960, în orașul Sibiu. Ion Olaru s-a remarcat ca poet, scriind sub pseudonimul I.O. Suceveanu. A debutat în revista "Ramuri" din Mediaș în anul 1933. De-a lungul vremii, a colaborat la diverse publicații literare și a editat revista "Darul" (1935-1936). În anul 1942 a primit...

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Heal The World

de Michael Jackson

There\'s a place in your Heart and I know that is love and this place could be much brighter than tomorrow and if you really try you\'ll find there\'s no need to cry in this place you\'ll feel...

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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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Who say words with my mouth

de Jelaluddin Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that, and I intend to end up...

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November

de Ovidiu Tarau

It\'s raining in the streets...and in my head, And nobody could stop the falling rain... I can\'t fight anymore with all this pain... I cannot even think - my thoughts are dead - But where in this...

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The Killer in Me

de Raluca

It was the cold shiver of sudden understanding that woke me from the trance: had I really done it or was it just my imagination? And with quivering arms I raised the gun, its barrel hot and smoking,...

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Albert Einstein\'s Words on Spirituality and Religion

de Albert Einstein

(The following quotes are taken from The Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press unless otherwise noted) \"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who...

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One of us cannot be wrong

de Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...

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Why

de Ghiuta Stefan

Why? Ghiuta Stefan Why is there all this pain in the world, So much misery, so much war? Why cannot we teach the others, Like God taught us, to be like brothers? Why the suffering doesn’t stop? Why...

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