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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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Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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NFNever Forgetme
nascuta pe :14 martie 1989 id YM: broken_angelforget iubireinterzisa14@yahoo.com
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MUmirela urs
Mirela Urs, 25 ani, studenta UMF Carol Davila Buc.
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AAdrian
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vasile emandache
- 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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AAArdeleanu Andreea
Critica nu poate fi decat constructiva, dar vreau sa stiti ca ceea ce scriu vine din suflet, pt suflet.
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AAlina
Just blue...for ever and for never...for now...
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Oana Cristache
"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
poate voi adauga mai tarziu ceva la aceasta rubrica... cand va fi ceva de zis... never...
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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...
In a disused graveyard
de Alex Paven
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill The graveyard draws the living still But never anymore the dead The verses in it say and say \"The ones who living come today To...
Never to Awaken
de Paul R. Prodan
Hold you close as night prevails Lay a spell if all else fails Never to awaken and take flight Never seemed as one that might But to make certain in my aim From her rosy lips I must refrain. Still...
never the same: Romania and Bulgaria
de Felix-Gabriel Lefter
Never the same: Romania and Bulgaria Suspicious, holding the blade in trembling hands, always carrying on each other trouble, or superiority, as it takes, competing, hating, trying to do something...
Maniac
de cantece celebre
Just a still town girl on a saturday night Lookin\' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she\'s crazy Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing...
leaf
de raluca gavrilescu
i\'ve grown blind on the way to your heart still embarassed i don\'t sing that song now it\'s time for this soul to move on but i\'m yellow watch me,i\'m fading my fall ...your season never ends
The Apocalypse (1995)
de Ana Leibovici Hutanu
The road to hell is full of traffic And black like never was before Is strange that never was so long And hard to believe now is so crowd But people still run to the Desert Land Keep trying to find...
Beyond Good and Evil
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On the Prejudices of Philosophers 1 The will to truth which will still tempt us to many a venture, that famous truthfulness of which all philosophers so far have spoken with respect - what questions...
Another On The Same
de John Milton
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to...
Archeology
de Coana Loenida
Working to build a new life for myself I find like ancient people I search among the ruins for stones that can still be used salvaged to create something new lasting solid. In turning over debris I...