"I dream." – 21104 rezultate
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Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală
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de Adina Ungur
Sopov Joana
i was born 2 dream and now i dream 2 live. cam atat :)
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IAion a
life is shadow life is dream i exist therefore i scream
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SCStefan Ciobanasu
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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SMStephenie Meyer
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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EDEmilia Dina
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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ANAndreea Neacsu
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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Hancu George
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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GAGeorge Asztalos
Crez artistic: „Altă caracteristică a tribului, e existența poeților. Unui ins, i se întîmplă să potrivească șase sau șapte cuvinte, îndeobște enigmatice. Nu se poate stăpînii și le strigă, în picioare, în mijlocul unui cerc alcătuit din vrăjitori și din mulțime, cu toții întinși pe jos. Dacă poemul nu-i stîrnește în niciun fel, nimic nu se petrece. Dacă, însă, cuvintele poetului îi tulbură, se îndepărtează toți de el, în tăcere, stăpîniți de o oroare sacră (under a holly dread). Simt că poetul este atins de spirit și nimeni nu-i va mai adresa o vorbă sau o privire, nici măcar propria-i mamă. Din clipa aceea el nu mai este om ci zeu și oricine poate să-l ucidă. Poetul, dacă mai apucă, își caută refugiu în nisipurile dinspre Nord” – J.L. Borges : Cartea de nisip Biografie: * Vine peste lume din Depresiunea Colinară Transilvană, zona Mureș, de la 06.04.1963 și pînă în prezent...poate chiar mai încolo *Debutează cu poezie la revista "Ambasador", în Tg.Mureș, în 1998. *Activist de cartier...
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Pete Brown
(b 25 Dec. \'40, London) Poet, lyricist, singer, producer, percussionist. Active on London jazz-poetry scene early \'60s, then worked with Cream, writing lyrics for hits \'Sunshine Of Your Love\', \'White Room\', \'I Feel Free\', \'Politician\' etc which he said would pay the rent for the rest of his life. After Cream split \'68 he continued to work with Jack Bruce (see his entry), also his own Jazz Poetry \'66, A Meal You Can Shake Hands With In The Dark \'69 (as Pete Brown and His Battered Ornaments, Chris Spedding on guitar), Things May Come And Things May Go, But The Art School Dance Goes On Forever \'72, and Thousands On A Raft \'70 (as Pete Brown and Piblokto, with Jim Mullen). He worked with other groups; an album of demos by Back To The Front was later issued. He co-led Bond and Brown with Graham Bond \'72 (see Bond\'s entry); was part-time A&R and producer for Deram \'73--5; well-received poetry album The Not Forgotten Association \'73 had backing incl. Viv Stanshall on tuba....
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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...
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...
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...
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...
Sorrow And The Blue Earth Of Nevermore
de Alin Niculae
Walking under the velvet skies of my dream I wonder about what the dark raven said And begin to fade in my sleep Down where the crossroads are turning And where the shadows are growing behind the...
Waiting
de Robert Frost
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone upon the stubbled filed, From which the laborers\' voices late have died, And...
“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,...
Me, myself and you
de Florin DeRoxas
it’s the same story, the morning glory, and all I dream, voice from above, song about love, and world beneath. no one by my side, no honor or pride, just pure thoughts, dreams of you, a hope, and all...