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Bebeisme-şi-şosete

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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

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Sopov Joana

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i was born 2 dream and now i dream 2 live. cam atat :)

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ion aIA

ion a

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life is shadow life is dream i exist therefore i scream

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Stefan CiobanasuSC

Stefan Ciobanasu

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Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream

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Luis Omar SalinasLS

Luis Omar Salinas

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Luis Omar Salinas (1937-2008) was a leading Chicano poet who published a number of well-received collections of poetry, including the Crazy Gypsy, which has been described as "a classic of contemporary and Chicano poetry"), I Go Dreaming Serenades, and Afternoon of The Unreal. He was awarded the Stanley Kunitz award by Columbia Magazine for one of his poems, and a General Electric Foundation Award. Salinas is regarded as "one of the founding fathers of Chicano poetry in America,"with many of his poems being "canonized in U.S. Hispanic literature." Born on June 24, 1937 in Robstown, Texas, Salinas' father, Rosendo Valdez Salinas, was a second generation Mexicano-Tejano. Salinas was raised under poor circumstances in Robstown until, as a teenager, he moved with his family to California. After graduating from Bakersfield High School, he served in the United States Marines Reserves and attended Bakersfield City College, where he earned an Associate of Arts degree in History. He then...

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cristina cismas

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M-am nascut pe 4 ianuarie 1989,fix anul revolutiei..tot timpul am crezut ca a fost o zi cu vant..am inceput si eu sa invat,in Orsova la Scoala Generala cu Clasele I-VIII,iar acum sunt la liceu,tot aici,la Traian Lalescu,profil filologie bilingva engleza.nu stiu de cand am inceput sa scriu..d mult,poate...

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Daniela

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I\'m just a dreamer!

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Andreea NeacsuAN

Andreea Neacsu

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Born on 22.11.1985, somewhere in the Realm of Dreams. As in any other world, this one has forbidden doors. Doors that I always tried to open.

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Stephenie MeyerSM

Stephenie Meyer

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Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...

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Hancu George

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Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...

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Emilia DinaED

Emilia Dina

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Emilia Dina, was born in 1977 in Slatina, a small town, capital, Olt country, southern Romania. The town of Slatina is mentioned for the first time in an official document issued by Vladislav I Vlaicu on January 20th, 1386. The name's origin is Slavic "Slam-tina", which means "salted land" or "salty water", although a small minority promote a politicized misconception that the term originates in the Latin "Salatina". In this city is located one of the biggest factories producing Aluminum in southeastern Europe ("ALRO"). She was the second child of the family and the most mature one, taking care of the youngest and in the same time being very preoccupied of her studies. In 1995 she received her bachelor degree and left to Capital Bucharest following her dream: to become teacher. After she entered to University Of Foreign Languages, she started to look for job because her family had some financial difficulties and the other sister became also student in the same time. So she started to...

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I dream

de Crăița Șerbănescu

I dream of things that can not be I dream and in my dreams I fly And that is me or that is I But matters not of dreams or real It is the way I truly feel And deep inside I know of love And in the sky...

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I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it

de Arseny Tarkovsky

I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it and I will dream of it sometime again. Everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated, and my dreams will be your dreams. There, to one...

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a dream

de dana osiac

I dream. And you are here. We speak. I look you in the eyes. They’re so brown! You look back to me. I only hear some words. My mind is blind. I only listen with my heart. That’s how it has always...

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“Where Dreams Begin”

de Florin DeRoxas

We’ve got a picture “Where Dreams Begin”, I hold your hand And you deep within. You kissed me first For the rose I gave you, Then I kissed you back For just being you. I am so happy I cannot explain,...

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Angel, The

de William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne\'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I wept both...

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20 gold buttons

de Ohm

I dreamed of meeting you in a long black dress with 20 gold buttons a big smile on my face and a big blue moon shining in the sky just the look in your eyes melted five buttons off the bottom of that...

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Visul din vis. Traiectorie

de Luminita Suse

\"here where I dream that I am right here\" Patrick O\'Connell aici unde m-am ridicat, am căzut și m-am ridicat din nou în picioare pe caruselul numit pământ unde tot ce am se rotește în jurul unei...

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Vînătorul de recompense

de Philip K. Dick

And still I dream he treads the lawn Walking ghostly in the dew. Piereed by my glad singing through. YEATS AUCKLAND O broască țestoasă, dăruită în 1777 de căpitanul Cook regelui din Tonga, a murit...

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