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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."
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OOtilia
It's personal.
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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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noemi todean
it's me....the same ....so, am terminat liceul la colegiul national andrei muresanu dej ...am castigat premiul intii la concursul de poezii 'pana de aur' la nivel national,am participat la diferite olimpiade de limba si literatura romana si latina in cadrul scolii generale si liceu. sunt in anul III la facultatea de psihologie babes bolyai cluj napoca.lucrez ca receptioner sef la black tulip hotel dej, hotel de 4 stele.
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Nedelea Emanuel
"Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it."Tupac Amaru Shakur
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zero nume
some other time ....it's so lonnnng ....u'll get bored
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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Mantra Shirokuro
I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..
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Anisia Mădălina Sara Trandafir
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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CFCarmen 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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It’s Showtime.
de Jeflea Norma,Diana
Valurile melodioase, Sparg un tango de scoici, În Loja amurgului.
It\'s a wonderful world
de Mister X
Cândva îi spuneam că îi va părea rău de timpul pierdut. Mă privea ciudat și își dorea în continuare să îi treacă timpul mai repede. Se mai pedepsea încă o dată pentru vini asumate pe nedrept. Cel...
It’s not a crush
de Florin DeRoxas
I know you for one week And nothing more than that, But I’m in love with you And I’ll give you my heart. I don’t ask for nothing To give me in return, I just want to share The fire in my heart burns....
It\'s all forgotten now
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Metallic wings and magic rings, It\'s all forgotten now... Blitzkriegs and serpent dreams, it\'s all forgotten now... Death and honor and seeings on higher grounds, all forgotten now... Bloody swords...
it\'s only words
de oana stanescu
I wish I could give up I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be...
It\'s all about us...
de Eugen Galateanu
Diminețile însă se simțea la fel de singur, la fel de trist.Diminețile se simțea la fel de pierdut în lumea aceea străină. Pur și simplu nu mai aparținea de acest pământ. Ai lui erau Dincolo și...
“it’s like I hardly see the sky someday”
de Cristian Laza
Parcă e dimineață, sau cel puțin așa mi se zice, “scoală bă, jegosule, că iar ai dormit in pișat” nu merge să-l mai mint că nu mă mai ține vezica, acu vede și el sticla de lângă mine. Deocamdată...
it\'s all in my head
de Roxana-Adina Stroilescu
o să le fac pe toate mai ales în luna asta când voi returna bomboanele de pom nu mi-o lua în nume de rău dovezile sunt ca o răscolire a intestinelor mele atașată de spate și de noile parfumuri o să...
it\'s a card life
de Gelu Diaconu
când merg uneori spre drumețului timpul pare că se grăbește simt doar asfaltul sub tălpi & dintr-un unghi ciudat văd blocurile înclinate gata să se prăbușească la primul atm mă opresc și trag aer în...
it\'s a kind of magic...
de Oana Izbașa
mă simt ca la trei ani, când am lins prima mea acadea cu aromă de struguri, o primisem cadou de crăciun undeva printre păpuși, mașinute, portocale și ciocolată după valul de gust dulce, uimitor, am...