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ImmortaalI

Immortaal

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I am only here because I cannot delete my account. Please, delete my account!!!

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Bobby BigBB

Bobby Big

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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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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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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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Hal Sirowitz

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Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?

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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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Stefan CiobanasuSC

Stefan Ciobanasu

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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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René DepestreRD

René Depestre

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René Depestre (born 29 August 1926) is a Haitian poet and communist. He lived in Cuba as an exile from the Duvalier regime for many years and was a founder of the Casa de las Americas publishing house. He is best known for his poetry. The city of Jacmel, his birthplace, is often evoked in his poetry and his novels, in particular Hadriana In All My Dreams (1988). He did his primary studies with the Breton Brothers of Christian Instruction. His father died in 1936 and Rene Depestre left his mother, his two brothers and his two sisters to go live with his maternal grandmother. From 1940 to 1944, he completed his secondary studies at the Pétion college in Port-au-Prince. Étincelles (Sparks), his first collection of poetry, appeared in 1945, prefaced by Edris Saint-Amand. He was only nineteen years old when the work was published. The poems were influenced by the marvelous realism of Alejo Carpentier, who planned a conference on this subject in Haiti in 1942. Depestre created a weekly...

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Gilca VictoriaGV

Gilca Victoria

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Militaru Raluca Iuliana

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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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My only sin is love

de Daria Darid

nu te mai zăresc în ultima vreme nici măcar aiurea pe străzi pe pod sau în gândurile celorlalți de parcă aș fi rămas ultimul charon care să-mi arate cum să trec lumea spre camera ta nu le-am spus de...

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One

de Alex

one tear to wash my face one heart to rule above all one mind to think for all one life to learn them all one sin to lead me right one beat to relax my ears one blunt to chill my mind one girl to...

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Another Story Of Lenore

de Alin Niculae

This wave seems to lead me now To the place of Nevermore The place where I will find... Where I will find my lost Lenore. I divide the night in search for love And myst guides me out of sorrow I will...

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Why

de Emma

Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book IX

de John Milton

Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...

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Către cititori

de Lucian Blaga

Către cititori Aici e casa mea. Dincolo soarele și grădină cu stupi. Voi treceți pe drum, vă uitați printre gratii de poartă și așteptați să vorbesc. - De unde să-ncep? Credeți-mă, credeți-mă, despre...

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My jekyll doesn\'t hide

de JOHN LENNON

My Jekyll Doesn\'t Hide Condemned to violence Arrested by pain Inside the soul lies a man insane Conceived in anger Addicted to hate The mutant child of a twisted state Beware the contradiction...

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-Viața atârnă de timp-

de Borlescu Gabriela

Tic tac...tic tac... 6.30 Somnul lui Patrick se-ntrerupse într-o fracțiune de secundă. A părăsit universul fantastic, paralel cu al nostru, acela al viselor. Mai obosit decât era înainte de a se...

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My only Friend

de Andrei Prisacaru

cum te poti gandi la altceva in noaptea asta? au iesit toti dar pleaca. nu vin , ci pleaca bunul meu prieten cazi ? nu te vei ridica …esti slab si prost. ca in ziua aia imputita , da , viata ta ....

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The End

de Jim Morrison

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I\'ll never look into your...

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