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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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Ada Ionescu
I am a news editor at a local radio in my hometown. "Pe unde trec las umbra înfiptă ca o sperietoare în gradina iubirii. Vreau să mă întorc mai târziu și să zic: Umbră, fă-te copil!"
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DADîrzu Andrei-Ovidiu
I'm Alunelu from Hunedoara, Romania, a graduating student from Informatics College, a becoming artist. My hobbies are: reading books and the imitative arts. I am a funny person and I make the people around me to laugh. When I am sad I am not showing it directly. The sadness is shown many times through the verses I write.
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Radu Contes
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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BIBaba Radu Iulian
Realizator TV Emisiune "Pericol de viata" Emisiune cu target tineri intre 14 si 20 de ani Emisiune difuzata la TV NEPTUN Constanta Premiul I la TINERE CONDEIE pentru piesa de teatru - "HOT ZONE IN '89" One Minute Films Hungary - " A question about shoes" Budapesta 2003 Extreme Passion Festival Sweden " A small story about my country" Stockholm 2003 Student in Anul I la UNATC "I. L Caragiale" Bucuresti sectia Regie Film si Televizune UNATC 2005 "Compozitie de cadru" Bucuresti 2005 UNATC 2006 "SEX APPEAL" Bucuresti 2006 UNATC 2007 "SECUNDA 0" UNATC 2007 "TRIP FM" UNATC 2007 "THANK U FOR A WONDERFULL ORDINARY DAY"
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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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Fred Moramarco
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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YAYosano Akiko
Akiko Yosano, 7 December 1878 - 29 May 1942) was the pen-name of a Japanese author, poet, pioneering feminist, pacifist, and social reformer, active in late Meiji period, Taishō period and early Showa period Japan. Her real name was Yosano Shiyo. She is one of the most famous, and most controversial, post-classical woman poets of Japan. Yosano was born the daughter of a rich merchant in Sakai, Osaka. From early childhood, she was fond of reading literary works while she helped her family business. When she was a high school student, she began to subscribe to the poetry magazine Myōjō (Bright Star), and she became one of its most important contributors. Myōjō’s editor, Yosano Tekkan, taught her tanka poetry and sometimes visited her in Sakai. Although Tekkan was married, the two authors fell in love and started a new life together in the suburb of Tokyo. Tekkan eventually divorced his wife and married Akiko in 1901. In 1901, Yosano brought out her first volume...
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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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this is the end of my road.
de Neagu Raluca
În fiecare moment trebuie să urmez un drum uneori lin alteori lăturalnic. De cele mai multe ori îmi aloc timp să arunc o privire peste umăr niciodată nu ajung devreme, niciodată nu-s bine. Am rochia...
My farewell
de Crisan Iulian
Long lost city, what is left of you? Where is your grace and glamour? Where is your shining? Lost… And then I saw it, in His right hand The One sitting on the throne, a book Written inside and out,...
for you...
de dana osiac
I’m searching you in every breath And still I have no wish of seeing you. You were the sun shining endless on my sky.. And yet I only wish for a dark night. I found the haven in hell\'s waters But...
WALKING IN LIGHT
de Floriana Pachia
I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...
my valentine's
de Macovei Costel
astăzi chiar voiam să scriu ceva deosebit, poate o poezie pe cât de frumoasă pe atât de lungă încât lumea să creadă că timpul s-a oprit în loc numai că planificarea nu dă roade de fiecare dată cine...
to my teacher
de sergiu andriesh
sara suflu-n lumanare la fereastra larg deschisa si simt cum intra gerul si pe trupu-mi sa cuprinda simt cum inima imi bate si ficatul cum ma roade vine moartea pe la spate draga mea iubita moarte
my little runaway
de Gabriel Nicolae Mihăilă
cu brațele încărcate de dor lovesc acest zid în care s-au împietrit toate lucrurile nespuse care au ținut afară sălbăticia și toate măruntaiele care fac viața apatică oameni pe care i-am crezut...
murder on albert road
de emilian valeriu pal
bulgarii au ocupat camera de la etaj brusc nimic nu mai e al tău nici bucătăria nici baia nici gîndurile care se tot ciocnesc de trupurile lor sărate mergi pe stradă dar mîinile nu te ajută mergi pe...
world in my eyes
de Ligia Pârvulescu
o să am cel mai bun revelion ever, dintre toate variantele în locul meu s-a decis o altă moarte probabil nu-s curioasă să aflu exact totuși febra mă face să tremur de nerăbdare în sfârșit am mai...
Nicăieri
de Ioana Veronica Epure
“In my rearview mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things that we have left undone…” (Pink Floyd) Mi-ar plăcea să fiu bătrână, bătrână de tot,...