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Filip RuxandraFR

Filip Ruxandra

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Adresa mea de mail: yvory_ender@yahoo.com Adresa de yahoo messenger: yvory_ender Data nasterii 15 dec '84 AMV-uri create de mine: http://www.youtube.com/user/yvoryender http://www.youtube.com/user/inuyashatokagome2 In prezent - Proiect de Cercetare in Japonia - Tokyo Of what use is the draught of immortality to me? Now that we shell never see each other again, And I spend my days shedding enough tears to float upon their wake. Ma proclam rege al strangatorilor. Sunt o veriga de legatura dar functionez ca un intreg. Imi ridic privirea spre teluri inalte si dau lovituri ferme si sigure. Viata imi este o calatorie presarata de bucurii. Fiecare cautare trebuie sa sfarseasca intr-o noua expeditie. Sunt progres, exploatare si intuitie. Sunt pantecul unde germineaza actiunea. EDUCATION - Aprilie 2009 - Tokyo, Japan - Research Student - Oct.-Nov. 2009 – Meiji Daigaku 50th Anniversary Symposium – Innovation within Square Enix Corporation - Sept. 2008- Mart. 2009 Esslingen Hochschule -...

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Never ForgetmeNF

Never Forgetme

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nascuta pe :14 martie 1989 id YM: broken_angelforget iubireinterzisa14@yahoo.com

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mirela ursMU

mirela urs

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Mirela Urs, 25 ani, studenta UMF Carol Davila Buc.

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AdrianA

Adrian

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vasile emandache

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- Nascut pe 1 iunie 1949, localitatea Chitcani, judetul Vaslui. - 1972 - membru al cenaclului "Vasile Alecsandri", - 1973 - debut literar in ziarul local "Vremea Noua" - in anii urmatori am publicat in "Convorbiri Literare", "Cronica", "Flacara" etc - 1981 - fondator al cenaclului "Musatinii" - actualmente membru al cenaclului "Ion Iancu Lefter" Sperand ca aceste puncte de reper sunt suficiente, in continuare, las versurile sa vorbeasca.

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Ardeleanu AndreeaAA

Ardeleanu Andreea

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Critica nu poate fi decat constructiva, dar vreau sa stiti ca ceea ce scriu vine din suflet, pt suflet.

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AlinaA

Alina

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Just blue...for ever and for never...for now...

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OC

Oana Cristache

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"I'm longing to dive into the sea of tranquillity and drown in it to feel what I never felt before... freedom" (Lacrimas Profundere, albumul"And the wings embraced us",piesa "Autumn morning", 1996)

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AC

Alice Cooper

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poate voi adauga mai tarziu ceva la aceasta rubrica... cand va fi ceva de zis... never...

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JS

John Steinbeck

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John Steinbeck (1902-1968), born in Salinas, California, came from a family of moderate means. He worked his way through college at Stanford University but never graduated. In 1925 he went to New York, where he tried for a few years to establish himself as a free-lance writer, but he failed and returned to California. After publishing some novels and short stories, Steinbeck first became widely known with Tortilla Flat (1935), a series of humorous stories about Monterey paisanos. Steinbeck's novels can all be classified as social novels dealing with the economic problems of rural labour, but there is also a streak of worship of the soil in his books, which does not always agree with his matter-of-fact sociological approach. After the rough and earthy humour of Tortilla Flat, he moved on to more serious fiction, often aggressive in its social criticism, to In Dubious Battle (1936), which deals with the strikes of the migratory fruit pickers on California plantations. This was followed...

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Never again

de Florin DeRoxas

am promis ca daca nici tu nu-mi esti cea promisa, dragostea-n inima mea va fi de-acum interzisa. mai am o ultima sansa, cu amoru-ti indigen, daca nu promit din nou, sa iubesc,...never again.

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train to never(again)land

de Andrei Forte

[A] am fost atât de fericit să te văd chiar dacă ne despărțeam trenul a plecat cu un sfert de oră întârziere a așteptat să nu mai plângi mi-a povestit totul despre distanță cât timp am copt în mațele...

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Până departe

de Zaharia Ramona

Știu, uneori tăcerile se plimbă mult între atunci și never again, sunt străzi labirintice ale unui oraș scăpat din hotarele zilei până departe, unde așteaptă sprijinite la barieră vagoanele aceleiași...

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Badlands

de Alexandru Red

Will these lonely nights ever end? Will I live to see my journey\'s end? As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed I make a promise to myself: Never again Se vor sfarsi oare aceste...

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Au Cimetière. Clair de lune.

de Théophile Gautier

Do you know the white tomb Where floats, with plaintive sound, The shadow of a yew tree? On the yew, a pale dove, Sad and alone, at sundown, Sings its song; An air sickly tender At once charming and...

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Cyber Lesson Learned

de Ohm

A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...

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Rezultatele celei de a doua ediții a concursului de haiku Sharpening the green pencil

de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu

S-au primit 394 poeme de la 199 de participanți din 5 continente și 38 de țări. Premiul I Asni AMIN Singapore, SINGAPORE letting go... the butterflies I'll never see again lăsați să plece … fluturi...

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You are not alone

de Florin DeRoxas

You are not alone, You are just lonely, Didn’t found yet That love so great. While I am around, You are not alone, You just have nobody To caress your body. Be strong, never quit, ‘Cause...

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Ghost

de Alin Niculae

\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...

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Boarding

de Dafina David

Ați fost aici când au dus toată grădina înăuntru. Așteptam stelele, noaptea ca un abur, noaptea ca o răchită, ca o ușă de placaj. Îmi însemnam prețiozitatea în aerul umed; printre grilajele curbate...

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