"I don\'t know" – 21104 rezultate
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Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală
de sophie polansky
opinii_articole_interviuri
Opinii, articole ?i interviuri
de Adina Ungur
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope is an award-winning contemporary English poet. She was educated at Farringtons School and read history at St Hilda\'s College, Oxford. She now lives in Winchester with the poet Lachlan Mackinnon. Following her graduation from St Hilda\'s College, Cope spent fifteen years as a primary-school teacher. In 1981 she became Arts and Reviews editor for the Inner London Education Authority magazine- Contact. Five years later she became a freelance writer and was a television critic for The Spectator magazine until 1990. Three books of her poetry have been published (Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis in 1986, Serious Concerns in 1992 and If I Don\'t Know in 2001), and she has edited several anthologies of comic verse. In 1998 she was voted the listeners\' choice in a BBC Radio 4 poll to succeed Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate. She was a judge of the 2007 Man Booker prize.
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dan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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camelia
i don,t have
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olga stefan
i don't wanna be like you anymore (1988-2007 - hunedoara, din 2007- studenta la facultatea de litere din cluj, sectia literatura comparata) debut: toate ceasurile, editura vinea
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Carmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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Chwoika
mă plictisesc. într-o zi așa urâtă chiar nu am ce face. melodia se repeta obsesiv. îmi place. mă gândesc la tine și pe ritmul agresiv al lui marylin manson încep sa mă ating. mâna mea coboară lasciv pe tot corpul. îmi imaginez că ești tu, iubire. mintea mi-o ia aiurea și m-i te imaginez la picioarele mele, sărutându-mă cum numai tu știi să o faci. mâinile tale mă ating peste tot, iar buzele tale moi mă alintă. Mâna mea alunecă… „ I don’t care if you don’t want me… ‘ Cause I’m yours, yours, yours anyhow… “ și nu mă interesează nimic. mă gândesc numai la mâinile tale fine, la săruturile fără sfârșit. închid ochii și mă pierd. deodată simt o mână. aș putea să o recunosc oriunde. mă privești curios și mă întrebi ce fac. mă rușinez… nu am mai făcut-o niciodată … - Mi-era dor de tine iubire… când ai venit ? nu spui nimic și îmi faci semn să continui. mi-e greu la început, dar intru în joc. continui să mă mângâi și din când în când îți arunc câte o privire. mă privești și îți umezești...
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elenadaniela
Among the hundreds masts https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14111260/index.html?newlang=eng Sleepy, sleepy birds https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14173739/index.html?newlang=eng The Grass http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13977391/index.html?newlang=eng Soon We ll Die http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970849/index.html?newlang=eng Just Think, Wouldn t Be Pity http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977070/index.html?newlang=eng Kiss Me https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14146075/index.html?newlang=eng The Soul Bows Down To Destiny http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970855/index.html?newlang=eng Asking You http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977366/index.html?newlang=eng I Don t Regret http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970863/index.html?newlang=eng Leaning My Head http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977473/index.html?newlang=eng Violet Twilight https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14171185/index.html?newlang=eng Pastel...
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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John Enache McGogoo
so... i dont have one but u can visit my blog: http://360.yahoo.com/johnnykid9 i hope u will like it
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Georges Schehadé
Georges Schehadé, né le 2 novembre 1905 à Alexandrie et mort le 17 janvier 1989 à Paris, est un poète et auteur dramatique libanais d'expression française. Issu d'une famille bourgeoise, ses parents le destinent à faire des études commerciales mais il préfère se tourner vers le droit. Sa licence obtenue, il devient rédacteur au Ministère de la Justice puis assistant de Gabriel Bounoure. Schehadé est l'auteur d'une importante oeuvre théâtrale proche des conceptions du nouveau théâtre, dont il est l'un des chefs de file avec, entre autres, Beckett, Ionesco ou Arthur Adamov. Sa pièce la plus célèbre, Histoire de Vasco (1956), a été traduite en 25 langues, jouée un peu partout dans le monde pendant les années 1950 et 1960 et elle a même été l'objet d'une adaptation opératique : The Story of Vasco (1974) par le compositeur anglais Gordon Crosse. Et Schehadé est également l'auteur de plusieurs recueils poétiques (Rodogune Sinne, L’Écolier Sultan, Poésies I à VI, Poésies VII (posthume). Tôt...
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i don\'t know..
de Flori Cristina
ce e in mine e ca un amestec. o imbinare dezordonata de sentimente, unele noi, altele deja cunoscute. pe unele le recunosc, pe unele incerc sa le definesc, pe unele le ignor, pe unele le accept cu...
What I Know
de Phyllis Gotlieb
I know where there is love deep as a river and I know how to swim in it, thank God, and also the bitterness of the seas it can decant into, but the thready fibrillations of its sources are mysteries...
I always say
de Lia Miruna Dumitrache
So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...
Sadness in your eyes
de Florin DeRoxas
I don’t know why, But I love to read Sadness in your eyes, To see you’re sorry You let me go away, Without a kiss, Goodbye to say. I’m one of the guys Who are being let go, I don’t know why, I really...
Despre momentul în care încui ușa după mega sutra, iar fierbătorul de cafea declanșează audio-bookul, citit de Irina Margareta Nistor
de Bogdan Geana
White: I don't know. The Germans contributed a great deal to civilization. (Pause) Before Hitler. Black: And then they contributed Hitler (Cormac McCarthy – Sunset Limited) I saw the best minds of my...
Confused
de Cristina
Confusion...bluring my thoughts I don\'t know wheather to stay or to go Whether to love or to hate Or just be indiferent to everything My emotions are mixed My reactions are unrealistic To what\'s...
my fight to lose
de oana stanescu
I came into the world bit by bit torn into pieces and people I didn’t know I didn’t want to know took me inside one had my ear another my nose my lip..my finger..my lung.. another my heart and...
Cu stangul inainte!
de Andrei Dumitrescu
i feel dead. awaiting your kiss. i don\'t believe in love! do you exist?... am ramas in pana de cuvinte. de fapt, cred ca mi-e doar sila. si de ele, si de mine, si de tot ceea ce mi se intampla, si...
