"Mother" – 246 rezultate
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SBSimona Berdeiu
Mama, sotie, chimista, cateodata EU :)
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Marius Sutu
heh .. a shiny motherfucker
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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Suzanne Nadine Vega
Suzanne Vega was born July 11, 1959, in Santa Monica, CA; her parents divorced shortly thereafter, and after her mother (a jazz guitarist) remarried to Puerto Rican novelist Ed Vega, the family moved to Manhattan. A shy and quiet child, Suzanne nonetheless learned to take care of herself growing up in the tough neighborhoods of Spanish Harlem. Her parents often sang folk songs around the house, and when she began playing the guitar at age 11, she found herself attracted to the poetry of singer/songwriter music (Dylan, Cohen), and found a refuge from New York\'s chaos in traditional folk (Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Judy Collins, Joan Baez). At age 14, she made her first attempts at writing songs; however, when she attended the High School for the Performing Arts as a teenager, it was to study dance, not music. She subsequently enrolled at Barnard College as a literature major, and during this time, she began playing at coffeehouses and folk festivals on the West Side and near Columbia...
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CDCarol Ann Duffy
Born 23 December 1955 (1955-12-23) (age 53) Glasgow, Scotland Occupation Poet Nationality British Subjects Literature Notable award(s) OBE 1995 CBE 2002 Spouse(s) Ishteyak Hannon and Dan Townley (2004) Children Ella (1995) Relative(s) May Black (Mother) died 5th October 1996, Frank Duffy (Father) Lives in Glasgow Carol Ann Duffy (born 23 December 1955) is a British poet, playwright and freelance writer born in Glasgow, Scotland. She grew up in Staffordshire and graduated in philosophy from Liverpool University in 1977. Carol Ann Duffy was awarded an OBE in 1981, and a CBE in 2002. She now resides in Manchester. Carol Ann Duffy was born to Frank Duffy and May Black in Glasgow as the eldest child of the family, and has four brothers. She moved to Staffordshire at the age of four. Her father worked as a fitter for English Electric, stood as a parliamentary candidate for the Labour party and managed Stafford football club in his spare time. Raised Catholic, she was educated at Saint...
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AMAugusto Monterroso
Augusto Monterroso Bonilla (December 21, 1921 - February 7, 2003) was a Guatemalan writer. Monterroso was born in Tegucigalpa, Honduras to a Honduran mother and Guatemalan father. In 1936 his family settled definitively in Guatemala City, where he would remain until early adulthood. Here he published his first short stories and began his clandestine work against the dictatorship of Jorge Ubico. To this end he founded the newspaper El Espectador with a group of other writers. He was detained and exiled to Mexico City in 1944 for his opposition to the dictatorial regime. Shortly after his arrival in Mexico, the revolutionary government of Jacobo Arbenz triumphed in Guatemala, and Monterroso was assigned to a minor post in the Guatemalan embassy in Mexico. In 1953 he moved briefly to Bolivia upon being named Guatemalan consul in La Paz. He relocated to Santiago de Chile in 1954, when Arbenz's government was toppled with help from a North American intervention. In 1956 he returned...
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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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NNNaomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nye was born on March 12, 1952, in St. Louis, Missouri, to a Palestinian father and an American mother. During her high school years, she lived in Ramallah in Jordan, the Old City in Jerusalem, and San Antonio, Texas, where she later received her B.A. in English and world religions from Trinity University. Nye is the author of numerous books of poems, including You and Yours (BOA Editions, 2005), which received the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award, as well as 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East (2002), a collection of new and selected poems about the Middle East, Fuel (1998), Red Suitcase (1994), and Hugging the Jukebox (1982). Nye gives voice to her experience as an Arab-American through poems about heritage and peace that overflow with a humanitarian spirit. About her work, the poet William Stafford has said, \"her poems combine transcendent liveliness and sparkle along with warmth and human insight. She is a champion of the literature of encouragement and...
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NTNathaniel Tarn
Nathaniel Tarn (born 1928) is an American poet of Anglo French origin. Nathaniel Tarn was born in 1928 in Paris of a British father and a French mother with many links to the U.S.: the American side of the family were the Shuberts of Broadway (though he never met them). Tarn was brought up in France and Belgium and reached England a week before World War Two. He survived the Blitz, went up to Cambridge University early aged 18, studying History and English literature. He returned to France in 1948 to be a French poet, working in journalism and radio. He discovered anthropology and was trained at the Musee de l\'Homme, the Sorbonne and the College de France. This was followed by a Smith-Mundt-Fulbright scholarship to the University of Chicago via \"orientation\" at Yale with a year\'s research in Guatemala under Robert Redfield and a postdoctorate life at the London School of Economics. In 1959, after eighteen months\' research in Burma, he joined the School of Oriental and African...
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Grigoraș V.Vasilică
Born in his hometown Constanta, Tomis Boulevard 310 from a peasant family , his father being jokeu stud horse Mangalia , turn from a family of horse breeders village Lucina PROTV broadcast television . His mother was a very religious woman educating his son before educators and teachers , knowing the alphabet and read it before he go to kindergarten . Reading the newspapers every day to the elders at the gate. Starting kindergarten classes, already his mother teaches arithmetic and math , so his son years in a row only take first prize every year in courses taken at the secondary school in the town of Ovidiu, where his parents moved . His mother dies at her birthday on 5 november 1978, after his father married with a vicious woman practicing prostitution to place Herringbone of Wheat. In 1984 begins Industrial High School Marina of Constanta, under the tutelage of the Ministry of National Defense, where parallel attends the Higher Institute of Information , specialty Psychology -...
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mother superior jump the gun
de Florin Branza
dacă aș întâlni-o pe maica superioară (despre care nu știu nimic) aș întreba-o superioară cui sau cărui lucru? și există o maică inferioară care să compenseze pentru aparenta unilateralitate a...
the mother side of the spoon
de dan mihuț
împing cu podul palmei într-un sac de plastic partea nevăzută a gesturilor, curățenia mă ține pe tăișul unei selecții evoluate. ceea ce nu trece de nivelul intenției trebuie dat la câini, chiar dacă...
bad mother
de dan mihuț
apa caldă e fără viață, un vițel cu picioarele sfrijite în placenta azurie a băii când faci viermi de fericire ridici mâinile, ochii și în jurul tău plutește o viață de plastic, un balon în care se...
cold motherfucker
de Leonard Ancuta
pe mine ploaia îngheață și imită tristețea ochilor tăi corpul meu e plin de tranșee în care imaginile amintirilor mele își fumează ultima țigară cu grenada la gît ca demult cînd așa purtam cheia și...
cold motherfucker
de Leonard Ancuta
pe mine ploaia îngheață și imită tristețea ochilor tăi. inima a început să-mi încărunțească. multe vinișoare albe, mă gîndesc ce vopsea e mai bună. dacă să fie blondă sau roșcată, albastră sau verde...
At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood
de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...
I love you motherfucker!
de ștefan ciobanu
I love you motherfucker! urlă viața și îmi arde o undă peste umeri de o să ajung să merg cu genunchii transformați în tălpi I love you motherfucker! aud din toate părțile vocea iubitei în loc de...
white poetry for the lost mother
de Ela Victoria Luca
nu am împărțit niciodată ura am înghesuit-o în cărămizi am cimentat bine intrarea am țipat întotdeauna tonul capătă amplitudini în apropierea absurdului sparge imaginile care mă pândesc înaintea...
blues olandez
de lev mihail
oh mother i can feel soil falling over my head strigă tandru nebunul în căști. over and over and over. și eu stau cu spatele la lună fumat și mă uit la niște case și am 40 de ani și ăsta e ultimul...
O formă de fum care semăna uneori c-un băiat
de adrian pop
pentru că mother mă purta într-un buzunar în diminețile geroase spre grădi așa-i zic eu mother nu-i nicio chestie pentru că mother lucra într-o fabrică de picturi și cînd nu picta lipea abțibilduri...