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Lorenzo AndreassenLA

Lorenzo Andreassen

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Picture of my life....Jamiroquai " ceea ce castiga ei , pierdem noi" eu sunt ceea ce imi place.... ce iti place .....e un fel de a spune cine esti de fapt. de ex: pe mine ma definesc lucrurile care imi plac imi plac parfumurile.... imi place inceputul zilei....din concediu... imi place porumbul fiert ...sa vad crapaturile din pamantul de la tzara imi place la nebunie sa conduc....in toate sensurile imi placea puiul magic de la "Pui de urs" si tigaie ca la mama acasa la "La mama" si ficatei Lyonezi la "Phellipe" si stridiile cu sos de unt fierbinte si lamaie la " Sir Jack" si bif in sange spalat cu vin rosu , facut de mine.. imi place ca stau langa lac si imi place sa beau un pahar de vin la asfintit gandind ce am de facut in viata imi place sa vad zambetul si bucuria celei careia ii ofer flori imi place sa iubesc imi place cu adevarat sa dansez...si sunt super fericit cand gasesc ritmul in partenera... imi place Kazanzakis Imi plac Jack Daniels si Henri Wintermans imi place sa...

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Mircea BraslasuMB

Mircea Braslasu

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Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...

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Radu Contes

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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.

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Lucretia AerdoLA

Lucretia Aerdo

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Blissfull Ignorance Ignis And Feelings Overstimulated Neurons Glamour As Hypocrisy Race Against Time Antarctic Emotions Fall of Angels Is it Life? My Life? EnD.

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nicoleta d.

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no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...

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NightwishN

Nightwish

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-'Those who hate me or envy me, I wish them only one thing;to carry for only one day, my life burden!" -"Viata nu se masoara in momentele care iti fac inima sa bata cu putere, ci in momentele care iti taie rasuflarea!" -"Se intampla in viata sa iubesti dar sa fii ranit ... iti iei viata de la capat, vrei sa uiti tot, dar amintirile sunt mereu in inima ta amintindu-ti ca iubirea este cel mai frumos lucru care te poate condamna la suferinta"

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Fred Moramarco

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Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``

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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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C.J. VORTEXX

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I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't take much time 'cause at 5 o'clock They take me to the Gallows Pole The sand of time For me are running low...

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noname

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If life is a bitch then U are my bitch!!! Got it? Traducerea: Da mama cu biciu`n mine si pe urma da-mi si una peste poponeatza c-am fo` o gajica rea de tot si am si o cocoaja intre craci care se cheama carici!

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MY LIFE

de A. Robert Mario

tonight my life seems like the smoke my love is nothing but a joke the moon is rising in the sky two stars are carved across my eyes but which is hers and which is mine? a thousand wings surrounds my...

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my life without me

de Petre Moldoveanu

ea are o casă și casa ei are mărgele de sticlă la uși decolorate în lightcoral F08080 deși ea poartă doar douăzeci și patru de ani și o leucemie acută de viață ca și cum am spune cei care trecem...

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Come into my life

de Florin DeRoxas

Come into my life, i need you so, come and say Yes instead of saying No. my heart is waiting for you to come, you have no idea how special you are. my eyes are searching everywhere just to see you...

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\"Love of my life...\"

de Laura Huiban

În întunericul vieții pe clapele sufletului meu cineva cântă o melodie Vis de rezervă Mi s-a părut că azi mi-a vorbit Aș fi vrut să-i spun Vibrăm la fel Dar ar trebui făcută lumină și n-o fac De...

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in the mirror is my life

de andronache virgil-nicolae

in the mirror is my life trăiesc. numai virtual mi se spune că sunt. că exist moloz. toate insectele universului numai când mă spăl pe dinți. spume la gură. numai atunci îmi amintesc. de ultima...

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rest of my life

de emilian valeriu pal

se presupune că o zi liberă pentru cel care muncește e o binecuvîntare. eu nu am nevoie de zile libere pentru că așa nu am timp să recunosc. să mă recunosc. să presupunem că e seară și o femeie care...

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come into my life

de daniela rodica rus

come into my life pășește cum ți-ai stinge o țigară de buzele mele date cu ruj de culoarea vișinei coapte poate că așa vei culege cu mâna ta dreaptă sângele albăstriu din dreptul inimii nu e lava e...

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It's my life

de Florentin Cristian

Extremele se atrag Asemănătoarele se iubesc Eu rămân extrem de asemănător Când stau numai în cursă Poanta ivită e interzisă La extreme atrăgătoare Dar asemănătoare Cântec frumos are părul Extrem ca o...

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somebody lived my life

de Daniela Bîrzu

a nins încet. am oprit caloriferele. tot peisajul acesta de iarnă. doar haute couture. frigul și moartea sunt manechinele. iar eu o mică pasăre prinsă de iarnă fără casă. fiul meu mă întreabă cum e...

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Just laughing out the pain. Story of my life

de George Asztalos

Îmi amintesc o bătaie cruntă încasată de la taică-meu vitreg Eram un țînc curios am aprins un chibrit Și l-am băgat în mingea nouă a lui soră-mea Habar nu aveam de ce primește doar ea Toate jucăriile...

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