"Just us" – 2557 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchnicula andra
just an ordinary kido *asta sunt..numai un inger pierdut intr-o tornada de amor, cu zambetul tandru si zborul usor *doar un suflet hain printre pulbere uitat *decat o ploaie plina de lacrimi de durere *un simplu tunet cu zambet de copil *o iubire ce asculta glasul pueril al mortii *singuratatea este moartea sufletului *only GOD judge ME!!
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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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EMEdna St. Vincent Millay
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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VHVicente Huidobro
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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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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JMJust Me
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JMJust Me
Not ordinary...
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Just Me
Sterp
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Just A. Bunny
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Tudorica Laura Oana
nascuta: 16 iunie '85; Craiova; Inca in viata!
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sorry..
de oana stanescu
I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...
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de Daniel Bratu
plutind amniotic îmi spui ca nu mai e nimic în urma zăpezii decât ape sau ploi te credeam câmpie și tu momești nisipul iubito ia-ți norul și umblă sub valuri vom călca pe icoane ochii lor morți sunt...
Chase your song
de Florea Ana-Maria
It was raining, again- it was normal and expected. Thoughts were sailing through the rain, trying not to get wet, not to be stopped by the strong,wicked clouds. It was the kind of night in which you...
perfection
de Cristina
perfection...what is it? does it exist? only in our minds, only in our imagination. why do we imagine it? do we need perfection ? it just makes us wish we were perfect but we\'re not, we could never...
Epigrama. Procentul de uscături din pădurea noastră
de george geafir
- Precum se știe, epigrama este o poezie, de regulă catren, care biciuiește un defect, o situație caraghioasă, o stare de lucruri anormală, lene, chiul, explică Nimeni ca pentru școlari. Cu mult timp...
Just to be
de Alina T. (Manole)
Să-ți fie dintr-o dată lumea un borcan cu late contururi, diforme, cu lumini care se răsfață în prisme inconsistente și un capac ce miroase a vid să-ți fie cel puțin o secundă ușor și fiecare contur...
One of us cannot be wrong
de Leonard Cohen
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...
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....
just another Saturday night
de Ana Gabriel-Laurențiu
poezia asta am scris-o pe genunchii bunicii când toate femeile frumoase se uitau la televizor în sufrageria mea în timp ce domnul John căuta cu disperare o sticlă de votcă pe sub pat ea mi-a vorbit...
The Use and Abuse of History
de Friedrich Nietzsche
The Use and Abuse of History (1878) By Friedrich Nietzsche Forward \"Incidentally, I despise everything which merely instructs me without increasing or immediately enlivening my activity.\" These are...