"My Body" – 4777 rezultate
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CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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copilu tampitzel
eu...sunt tete...just tete...iubesc jeleurile..acadelele si baietii. sunt la honterus..si zik ca e cea mai tare scoala..acolo am friends....there's my boyfriend...si va iubesc pe toti...
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ILIvan V. Laliæ
Ivan V. Laliæ (born June 8, 1931 - died July 28, 1996) was a Serbian poet with a reputation as one of the finest European poets of his time. Laliæ was born into a cultured family in Belgrade; his father, Vlajko, was a journalist, and his grandfather Isidor Bajiæ was a celebrated composer. As a child he experienced the trauma of seeing many of his school-friends perish in an air-raid. Laliæ said that "my childhood and boyhood in the war marked everything I ever wrote as a poem or poetry". Laliæ lived in both Zagreb and Belgrade, and spent the summers with his family in the Istrian town of Rovinj. He was survived by his Croatian wife, Branka, and his younger son. Laliæ was awarded with the most prestigious literary prizes in Yugoslavia. He was admired abroad and books of his poems have been translated into six languages (English, French, Italian, Polish, Hungarian and Macedonian). Individual poems have appeared in more than 20 languages. In her obituary of him, Celia Hawkesworth spoke...
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GVGilca Victoria
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Militaru Raluca Iuliana
Buna!Ai mei mi-au pus doua nume, si anume: Raluca si Iuliana.Dragii de ei...Oare la ce s-au gandit cand le-au ales?De ani de zile incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ele si imi spun mereu:”Eiii...lasa ca merge!”Am dreptate nu?Va mai spun ceva:de cate ori o intreb pe Raluca ce parere are despre Iuliana, aceasta spune ca nu o intelege,iar parerea Iulianei despre Raluca este ca nici ea nu o intelege.Deci sunt convinsa ca nu ati inteles mare lucru. Sunt o adolescenta de 17 ani. Hobby-uri mele sunt: poezia, cugetarile despre viata, memoriile din jurnal, limba si literatuta romana, limba latina si frumoasele-i texte, muzica, dansul, pictura(in special picturile de pe peretii camerei mele), rochitele(:X) si nu in ultimul rand arta culinara( in special dulciuri: tarte, prajituri, torturi, fursecuri, biscuiti,etc.-pasiune mostenita de la mana) Sunt nascuta in orasul Tulcea, judetul Tulcea, Romania. Am inceput sa scriu din primul an de liceu, iar acum literatura a devenit pentru mine un mod de a trai...
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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BBBobby Big
My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.
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PSpatrasco stefan
my birthday 19 mai 1988! ascult punk, si sunt din Telenesti, Republica Moldova! Id yahoo mesenger: ochi_de_gheta
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Ddanaaa
My past is of no importance to you...
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Mihaela Paraschiv
Hide my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
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my skin
de B. Andreea
Take a look at my body Look at my hands There\'s so much here that I don\'t understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don\'t need them \'Cause I\'ve been treated so wrong, I\'ve...
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...
my fight to lose
de oana stanescu
I came into the world bit by bit torn into pieces and people I didn’t know I didn’t want to know took me inside one had my ear another my nose my lip..my finger..my lung.. another my heart and...
Salvation
de Hidden Starlight
my body lingers on the way to Heaven with tired wings, unable to walk my sould reaches desperate for the light or for a helping hand to save it from the dark my mind is dreaming about a better day a...
True love leaves no traces
de Leonard Cohen
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no targets Like...
Sonet 154
de Cristian Vasiliu
Her ankle softly torment on the chest Released my wings so sharpen and so thin Into the breath of spring from east to west And the enchanted world that lies within. Two flowers blink and misty rivers...
Sonnet XXIV
de William Shakespeare
Mine eye hath play\'d the painter and hath stell\'d Thy beauty\'s form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein \'tis held, And perspective it is the painter\'s art. For through the painter...
pacalind reincarnarea....
de B. Andreea
Adorm stand treaza... Ochii imi sunt grei si undeva departe se aude prea clar: „directia solicitata este momentan ocupata...” „take a look at my body, look at my hands/ there’s so much here...
One of us cannot be wrong
de Leonard Cohen
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...
Sonnet LXXIV
de William Shakespeare
But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou...