"In better and in worse there is tomorrow" – 25007 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchÎn acte esti viu
Volum de versuri – editura Dharana – 2001 - ISBN 973-85007-4-5 821.135.1-1
de Traian Calin Uba
cortina
În spatele cortinei
portret
Portret în ulei de măsline
versuri_antigenitive
volum în pregătire
de Luminita Suse
lumea_inocentei
Călătorie în lumea inocenței
de Anisoara Iordache
DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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KVKatri Vala
( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...
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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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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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SSaadi
Abū-Muḥammad Muṣliḥ al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, better known by his pen-name as Saʿdī or, simply, Saadi, was one of the major Persian poets of the medieval period. He is not only famous in Persian-speaking countries, but he has also been quoted in western sources. He is recognized for the quality of his writings, and for the depth of his social and moral thoughts. A native of Shiraz, his father died when he was an infant. Saadi experienced a youth of poverty and hardship, and left his native town at a young age for Baghdad to pursue a better education. As a young man he was inducted to study at the famous an-Nizzāmīya center of knowledge (1195–1226), where he excelled in Islamic Sciences, law, governance, history, Arabic literature and theology. The unsettled conditions following the Mongol invasion of Khwarezm and Iran led him to wander for 30 years abroad through Anatolia (he visited the Port of Adana, and near...
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MDMarceline Desbordes-Valmore
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (June 20, 1786 - July 23, 1859) was a French poet. She was born in Douai. Following the French Revolution, her family emigrated to Guadeloupe. In 1817 she married her second husband, the actor Prosper Lanchantin-Valmore. She published Élégies et Romances, her first poetic work, in 1819. Her melancholy, elegiacal poems are admired for their grace and profound emotion. Marceline appeared as an actress and singer in Douai, Rouen, the Opéra-Comique in Paris, and the Théâtre de la Monnaie in Brussels, where she notably played Rosine in Beaumarchais's Le Barbier de Séville. She retired from the stage in 1823. She later became friends with the novelist Honoré de Balzac, and he once wrote that she was an inspiration for the title character of La Cousine Bette.[1] Her poetry is also known for taking on dark and depressing themes, which reflects her troubled life. She is the only female writer included in the famous Les poètes maudits anthology published by Paul...
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IVIn Vitro
I hate therefore I am!
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PSPasărea În Spatziu
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SMSimona Mortalian
la intamplare
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Alin Joita
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de Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
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de John Milton
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de John Milton
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PARADISE LOST -- Book IX
de John Milton
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