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Grama Miruna AuraGA

Grama Miruna Aura

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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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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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John James OsborneJO

John James Osborne

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English dramatist. He began his theatrical career as an actor and playwright in provincial English repertory theaters. Osborne\'s plays usually focus on an individual character and the sheer force of his language rather than on action. His first commercial success was Look Back in Anger (1956), concerning a restless and vociferous young man of the working class who is at war with himself and society; it became the seminal work for the so-called angry young men. His other plays depict the frustration of living without hope in a world filled with false values. Among Osborne\'s other plays are The Entertainer (1957), Luther (1961), Inadmissible Evidence (1964), A Patriot for Me (1965), The End of Me Old Cigar (1974), Watch It Come Down (1976), and Déjà vu (1991). He also wrote the screenplay for Tom Jones (1963).

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Louis McKeeLM

Louis McKee

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Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...

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M

me

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meM

me

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me, myself and IMI

me, myself and I

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MS

Me Sama

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MM

Mr Me

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Just MeJM

Just Me

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copilul din tine

de Anatol Dănilă

copil mare ce ești îți spune lumina zâmbind ai crescut dar nu te-ai maturizat ai crescut dar nu ai îmbătrânit te joci cu fata ta de parcă ați fi de-o vârstă cântați împreună pe două voci bring me to...

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Urmărirea

de Ioan Daniel Cuculiuc

“Încă câțiva metri” - îmi spusei, în timp ce eram urmărit de cel mai teribil monstru văzut pe Pământ. Bestia începuse să prindă viteză tot mai mare în acea cursă care nu se mai termina. Era deja...

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start me up

de alice drogoreanu

hai fă-mă să-ți spun ceva despre mine hai mai întreabă-mă cum stau lipită de faianță care e ruta cum e mirosul când sunt voci dincolo de ușă mă masturbez n-ai cum să auzi asta așa umbli tu pe aici...

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Teach me to dance!

de ungureanu dorina

Optezi între a demonstra morții că Dumnezeu nu-și desăvârșește atribuțiile și a metamorfoza femeia în alb din tine se sting candelabrele în aer masă din fumigene tutun alcool și gamă de saxofon pe...

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Legaturi viciate

de Catalina Hascu

So...what?! Incepusem sa ma simt din ce in ce mai nervoasa, nu mai venea, intarzia ca deobicei, asa face mereu. Scot o tigara, in speranta ca ma va ajuta sa treaca timpul mai repede, privesc fumul...

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peroratie viciata

de Alexandru Stefan Mihaila

Oameni buni, io tre\' sa va fac o confuziune: d-un timp incoa\' am inceput sa aib vis_uri p(r)e_monitoare! Si vizuini ... aaa ...astelante, cum le zice, viziuni ... da, da, asa e corect, tocma ce...

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dance me through the panic

de Andrei Gheorghe

dance me through the panic scrise pe fereastra aburita a trenului, acum e vara, acum e iarna, copacii stau aplecati supti de vlaga, ploua discret ca un somn intr-o noapte in care chiar daca ti se...

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Virtute și viciu

de felix nicolau

“Artistul tragic nu e un pesimist – el spune da la tot ceea ce este problematic și înspăimântător, el este dionisiac” (Friedrich Nietzsche, Amurgul idolilor , p. 20) Virtute și viciu: noțiuni...

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This is the noise that keeps me awake

de alice drogoreanu

orice tren are două locomotive când vor cu adevărat toate aceste sentimente stranii neprevăzute am să mă joc puțin pe text cu impresia vicioasă că mă uit pe gaura cheii fără bilet încep să mă gândesc...

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(Take) Intensive care (of me :) )

de Oana Izbașa

Linii albe, interminabile, se pierd printre șine paralele de trenuri-ambulanță căptușite cu ochi de suferinzi ca și mine. Agonia bolii ne pătrunde ca un abur lipit de geam. Kilometrii se pierd în...

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