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LVLong Vistiana
M-am nascut in Bucuresti si am ramas aici pana acum caci e si ceva care ma atrage la orasul acesta cam aglomerat si poluat... poate parcurile lui frumoase, agenda lui culturala, oamenii minunati din jurul meu si posibilitatea de a intalni multi altii din diverse domenii. Am absolvit aici facultatea de psihologie- m-a pasionat psihologia de cand am facut cunostinta cu ea, in liceu iar in prezent sunt in formare ca psihoterapeut in orientarea Gestalt. Meseria mea de baza este cea de parinte si sustin sus si tare ca este cea mai complexa meserie din lume. Am invatat enorm din ea si voi avea mereu de invatat.
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Aditza
long story..:P
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GAGrama Miruna Aura
I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME
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NANicoleta Albu
"Alice:How long is forever? White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second." Endless time. We crave it and yet we curse it. Lewis Carroll
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Ian Bavitz
Ian Bavitz, Long Island, New York City, New York, USA. Acquiring his adopted moniker from a movie he had acted in with friends and adding the surname when he began throwing rhymes, Aesop Rock creates hip-hop that is potent and evocative of his home city of New York. He and his production partner Blockhead apparently derive most of their samples from records lifted from the 99 cent bins of local music stores, meaning most of the sounds on his albums are drawn from Italian disco records. The former art student from Boston University built up a strong online fanbase with a number of CD releases, including Music For Earthworms and Appleseed, before making his debut album for the Mush label in 2000 with Float. Drawing on history and mythology to inform his densely constructed soundscapes, Aesop Rock\'s dextrous flow required several listens for the impact of his lyrics to be fully understood and assimilated.
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MSMihnea Simian
http://www.fotolitera.com/?user=mihneasim http://www.fotolitera.com/down/CV.html Long story short, m-au fascinat devreme programarea si webul din toate punctele de vedere, am luat-o pe calea asta a calculatoarelor, apoi fotografia, arta in general, iar fotografia pura ca subiect de discutie si critica si bineinteles ..lumea internetului. Am infiintat sau administrez comuntati online de cultura (fotolitera,fotodigital,fotocamera) sau pur si simplu am dat o mana de ajutor (licart,ideis) unde a fost nevoie.. fie ca pasiune, fie ca serviciu, am lucrat sporadic in lumea webdevelopmentului si ceva mai concret vara asta la un proiect mai serios (ubervu.com). Ma intind oricand la discutii lungi despre curente in fotografie, tendinte in web, filozofia internetului si implicatiile sociale etc.
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IIdealLove
WhereThereIsNoBeginningToTheBeginningAndNoEndToTheEnd you, Matrix, could always take me in but not for long forIrunAcrossTheSpheresLikeTheLightOfAnUnbornIdealLove evoLa del I
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KIKeiko Imaoka
Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...
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USUmberto Saba
Umberto Saba (9 March 1883 - 26 August 1957) was the pseudonym of Italian poet and novelist Umberto Poli. His creative work was hampered by a life-long struggle with mental illness. Saba was born in Trieste, then a part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He had Italian citizenship through his father. His mother was Jewish. His father abandoned the family before Umberto was born, and his mother employed a Slovene nanny, Peppa Sabaz, to raise him. He became very attached to her, and revered her memory in his poetry. From 1903-1904, he attended the University of Pisa, where he studied archaeology, German, and Latin. In was in this period that he began to complain of a nervous disorder, which was to become more severe with time. Quitting school, Saba worked for a time as an apprentice and was a cabin-boy on a merchant ship. From 1907-1908 he served in the military in Salerno. He married Carolina Wölfler in 1909, and they had a daughter, Lina, the following year. By 1928, Saba was suffering...
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WAWilliam Austin
William Austin (1778–1841) was an American author and lawyer, most notable as the creator of the Peter Rugg stories published in the New England Galaxy in 1824–1827. Austin's stories, constructed as long letters signed with the name Jonathan Dunwell, presented the Rugg story as a long-standing New England legend, about a strong and obstinate man who got lost in a thunderstorm in 1770 and wandered the roads ever afterwards. Austin was born in 1778 in Lunenburg, Massachusetts, where his family had fled after the British burned down their Charlestown house during the Battle of Bunker Hill. He was educated at Harvard College and Lincoln's Inn, London. He married twice, fought one duel with pistols, and had fourteen children. As a young man he served as Unitarian chaplain aboard the USS Constitution. After the Constitution captured a French ship, the salvage proceedings brought Austin $200 and the acquaintance of Alexander Hamilton, who helped the young man begin his legal studies in...
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The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
Flowers and Answers
de Coana Loenida
She sat in rapt contemplation of the tiny tender flower she was slowly, methodically destroying. She wondered at how this age-old childhood ritual had come to hold so much importance to her now. “He...
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...
wizard game
de Andrei Gheorghe
wizard game iubita mea magnolii versuri și violete de miercuri, un ploiești desenat în cârciumă de picasso azi noapte, desigur picasso când era picasso când nu era femeia barbară care nu se mai cânta...
Long Cut
de Adela Setti
roșul era pe atunci doar o slăbiciune buzele tale cireșíi / trandafirii pe care îi împrăștiai în cadă în fiecare după amiază duminicală afară ploios amurgul își exersa combustia spontană pe zidurile...
Long way home
de adrian pop
osul alb frecat pînă la os rupt în trei puncte. mă tîrăsc la picioarele tale. ți-am adus ursulețul de pluș crucea holografică și ziua a iubirii. Pinguni îți cîntă Ave Maria. poate de aia nu mă auzi....
Long gone...
de Daniel Dur
Trimisa la reciclare cu ajutorul Silviei Dutu...
Long hair, wrong hair
de Cristina Muntean
God damn, I said, ninge peste mine și eu bag de seamă șocată că părul meu nu mai e îndeajuns de lung pentru tine. I realize că te-ai schimbat, așa văd, și mă lași în ninsoare tu, adăpostul meu, cheia...
long et douloureux
de Daniela Bîrzu
piano music (când primul cântec se derulează, aproape de marginea cartierului, în centrul soarelui sunt milioane de grade și o păpușă albă se poate îndrăgosti de o păpușă rusească) # Lent mașinile...
as long as you are here
de adriana
there are places I’ve never seen and others I’ll never see, as there are mountains I’ll never climb and seas I’ll never dive in. there are smiles I’ve never smiled and...