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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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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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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....
Way Of The Souls
de Octav Chivulescu
ISBN 973-0-03999-2 Noita R. Ipsni WAY OF THE SOULS * OURSELVES CIVILIZATION OF THE INS SOURCE OF LIGHT ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS CHAPTER 666 TRACES IN THE SAND Computer...
Total eclipse of the heart
de Miruna Gavriliu
I won’t apologize for this beat I’m wearing like a white-and-blue flag on my sleeve - a snake pounding its tail against the sand along its long way to the first avenue I may never get my sharp teeth...
La moartea unui bard irlandez
de Bogdan Geana
Pe 30 noiembrie, când România bugetară îl sărbătorea pe Sf. Andrei din vârful patului, cu o cafeluță fierbinte, inaugurând o binemeritată vacanță, de fapt, prefațând începutul vacanțelor din sezonul...
Birds
de Saint-John Perse
A man at sea, feeling noon in the air, lifts his head at this wonder: a white gull opened on the sky, like a woman\'s hand before the flame of a lamp, elevating in daylight the pink translucence of a...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
MILKY WAY - Sonet XIII
de Olavo Bilac
\"Well (thou´ll say) hearing stars! Certainly Thou´ve lost your mind!\" And I´ll say to thee, however That, to hear them, many times I wake And open the windows, palid in awe... And we talk all night...
The Easy Way
de dan herciu
se uita la mine. fix. știa că o să moară. țeava este îndreptată spre capul lui . calibru 22 Long Rifle . îl mai întreb odată ce a avut cu noi noaptea trecută . nu răspunde . tace de la-nceput. tace...
ITHAKA
de Constantinos Kavafis
When setting out upon your way to Ithaca, wish always that your course be long, full of adventure, full of lore. Of the Laestrygones and of the Cyclopes, of an irate Poseidon never be afraid; such...
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man
de Luca Tiberiu
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man For bein' dead so many lost live Wonder how long before the soul dies, Today I heard you cry for the firs time, It was the worst time The way I heard you...