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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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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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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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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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Never enough

de Diana Manaila

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Postcard to The Past

de Ohm

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Yours

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disowned

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Necronomikon

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THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...

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Ghost

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\"...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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THE ANTICHRIST

de Friedrich Nietzsche

THE ANTICHRIST by Friedrich Nietzsche Published 1895 translation by H.L. Mencken Published 1920 PREFACE This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. It is possible...

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The Axe Helve

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I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...

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The Last Question

de Isaac Asimov

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over...

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