"Little Silver Doll" – 540 rezultate
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Nascuta in Bucuresti pe data de 3 ianuarie 1984, am emigrat cu parintii in SUA, Florida in 94. Studenta la psihologie/pre-law la Florida State University!
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Eugenia Rosu
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Oprea Corina
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EEEne Elena
Textele mele sunt,sa zicem, un mod de evadare.Sunt cuvintele pe care nu le pot rosti,sau cele care trebuie rostite...Sunt doar cuvintele mele...
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Amalia Paula
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Oltean Bianca Larisa
Sunt o iubitoare de arta:sculptura,pictura,pictez tablouri si portrete,scriu poezii si proza.recent am inceput un roman.sper sa va placa daca ajungeti sa-l cititi.mai multe despre mine deduceti din textele mele.
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CDCristian Dumitru
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Bb.mcneill
l love my little rooster, and my rooster loves me Gonna cherish that chicken 'neath a green bay tree Little rooster go Cock-a-doodle-doo Doodle-doo doodle-doo And l love my little hen, and my hen, she loves me
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Carmen Harra
Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...
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VMVinicius de Moraes
Vinicius de Moraes, nicknamed O Poetinha (the little poet) (October 19, 1913 - July 9, 1980), born Marcus Vinicius da Cruz de Mello Moraes in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, son of Lydia Cruz de Moraes and Clodoaldo Pereira da Silva Moraes, was a seminal figure in contemporary Brazilian music. As a poet, he wrote lyrics for a great number of songs that became all-time classics. He was also a composer of Bossa nova, a playwright, a diplomat and, as an interpreter of his own songs, he left several important albums. Son of Clodoaldo da Silva Pereira Moraes - a City Hall officer, as well as poet and amateur guitar player - and Lidia Cruz - a housewife and amateur pianist - Vinicius was born in 1913 in the neighborhood of Gávea, then a backwater suburb of Rio de Janeiro. Vinicius began writing poetry early in life: in 1916, after he moved with his family to the downtown quarter of Botafogo, he wrote his first verse as he attended classes at Afrânio Peixoto Primary School. In 1922, Moraes's parents...
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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...
Magdalen Walks
de Oscar Wilde
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush...
Tourniquet
de Brian Hugh Warner
she\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver tight like spider legs...
Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
Serenade (For Music)
de Oscar Wilde
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley waits for thee. Come down! the purple sail is spread, The watchman sleeps within the town,...
Insomniac
de Sylvia Plath
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
Goblin Market
de Christina Rossetti
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...
Little black dress
de Caragata Cristiana Oana
așa mă fumez eu degeaba, când o să-mi vezi coastele tâșnind de sub piele o să știi că am ajuns la filtru. sunt o țigară mai specială mă aprind ușor dar doar pe jumate, cealaltă jumătate o țin undeva...
little story
de .
There was once a little boy lonely, grump, depressed and coy. so the days come one by one poor boy, spitting on fun. long time passed and near him came a red blue submarine. some jump out of this old...