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copilu tampitzel

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eu...sunt tete...just tete...iubesc jeleurile..acadelele si baietii. sunt la honterus..si zik ca e cea mai tare scoala..acolo am friends....there's my boyfriend...si va iubesc pe toti...

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Edna St. Vincent MillayEM

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just prior to her birth. In 1904 Cora officially divorced Millay's father for financial irresponsibility, but they had been separated for some years prior. Struggling financially, Cora and her three daughters — Edna (who would later insist on being called "Vincent"), Norma, and Kathleen — moved from town to town, counting on the kindness of friends and relatives. Though poor, Cora never traveled without her trunk full of...

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Just MeJM

Just Me

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Just MeJM

Just Me

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Not ordinary...

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JM

Just Me

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Sterp

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JB

Just A. Bunny

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Tudorica Laura Oana

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nascuta: 16 iunie '85; Craiova; Inca in viata!

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George NasturicaGN

George Nasturica

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just_me

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Gabriela Radoi

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"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)

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fara nume

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An everlasting love

de Filip Ruxandra

It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...

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TOWER OF SONG

de Leonard Cohen

My friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I use to play And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on I’m just paying my rent every day In the tower of song. I said to Hank...

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Poem of light

de Ujog Marius

Look into your friends eyes And tell him again There\'s no shadow around Nor darkness to feel His life isn\'t over His life just begun. A world full of love Is waiting for him To know that you are It...

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Cyber Lesson Learned

de Ohm

A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...

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Interview with Enrique Iglesias

de A.M. Rika

Enrique Iglesias reaches for the stars with his feet on the ground Enrique Iglesias is the boy next door, someone who grew up doing things quietly, but effectively. Dreaming of becoming a pop star...

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Take a stand

de Otilia Mărculescu

Fee, fie, foe, fum I smell the blood of a bully around. The trick is my dear to have a great support from friends And do not display any sign of fear. The good will prevail it’s not just a...

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Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

de Ezra Pound

I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my...

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The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

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Scrisoarea lui Mardare din Toronto pentru iubita lui din România

de Viorel Gaita

Dragă darling, Stau intr-un two and a half and I’m staring la picture-ul pe care mi l-ai trimis lately pe e-mail. Parcă in cel de acum două săptamâni n-aveai boob-șii așa de mari. Mă uit la ei și-mi...

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EMSHA

de Olariu Fabian

Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...

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