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Vicente HuidobroVH

Vicente Huidobro

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Vicente García-Huidobro Fernández (January 10, 1893 – January 2, 1948) was a Chilean poet born to an aristocratic family. He was an exponent of the artistic movement called Creacionismo ("Creationism"), which held that a poet should bring life to the things he or she writes about, rather than just describe them. Huidobro was born into a wealthy family in Santiago. After spending his first years in Europe, he enrolled in a Jesuit secondary school in Santiago where he was expelled for using a ring, which he claimed, was for marriage. He studied literature at the University of Chile and published Ecos del alma (Soul's Echoes) in 1911, a work with modernist tendencies. The following year he married, and started to edit the journal Musa Joven (Young Muse), where part of his later book, Canciones en la noche (Songs in the Night) appeared, as well as his first calligram, "Triángulo armónico" ("Harmonic Triangle"). In 1913, along with Carlos Díaz Loyola, he edited the three issues of the...

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JB

Just A. Bunny

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AlinaA

Alina

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KK

karesse konakis

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Just a face in za crowd

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CD

Ceraceanu Costina Denisa

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Just a face in za crowd

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AE

Anabel Elisa

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Just a grl ...

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Victor SoseaVS

Victor Sosea

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just a fish in a big ocean...

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MP

monika prath

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Just a girl

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FD

Florin Draghici

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I'm just a soul, looking for my path...

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D

Daniela

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I\'m just a dreamer!

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Just a night

de Adrian Constantinescu

Clepton. Un Mozart pe acorduri excentrice. La pian și violă. Un pahar de gin cu urme diafane de ruj. Fum de țigară aromată, curgând în perdele translucide. Fior ușor de vânt aromat, romantic, desuet....

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Men and Trees

de Alice Genes

What do you feel while watching a tiny crippled tree? D’you feel compasion, or d’you ignore that that you see? A choped off tree is just a shattered life That for a moment peered the murderous knife....

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Whenever

de Zavera Ioan Alexandru

so what to say ... about a dream that whispers every single night and every night unlike the day shines down upon me ? you are my moon that shines so bright my very soul watching above me you are a...

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EVERYBODY KNOWS

de Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice is loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost. Everybody knows the fight was fixed : the poor...

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Maniac

de cantece celebre

Just a still town girl on a saturday night Lookin\' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she\'s crazy Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing...

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The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man

de Ohm

Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...

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Povestea Lupului

de Hanna Segal

\"A nightingale falls in love with the rose. It all begins with just one look from God.\" Yunus Emre “Mi s-a povestit, o, Cârmuitorule, că odată de mult, în țara Castiliei, trăia într-o pădure un...

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Jurnal II

de Elena Enache

5 II 2002 As night descend from its forgotten places As stars begin to shine above a world so bright that looking out the window your finding is just light the dreams of fallen heroes do strike you...

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Intre doua valuri (HAIKU)

de HF Noyes

*** delta dawn - a smoky sky colors the seaweed smell zori in delta - cerul fumuriu coloreaza mirosul de alge *** quiet oars up the unwary river in the twilight vasle tacute in sus pe raul increzator...

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Rose of Doom

de Filip Ruxandra

It is the middle of the night And I sit here not sleeping tight, Thinking of what I should be doing Instead of research doing. For tomorrow I’ll be the subject of a test And fear I’ll be listened...

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