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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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MJMaria-Magdalena Jindiceanu
Books: -'Caught Up Universe'-'Univers inclus'(poems),from high school and not only, 2003 -'Dark Chocolate'-'Ciocolata amaruie'(theatre,3 plays) 2005 Anthologies: -'Regina noptii' (poems) 2005 -'Noaptea' (prose)2005 -'Exotice'(prose)2006 -'Ipostaze ale fantasticului contemporan'(prose)2006 –'Armonii baroc'(poety) 2007 -'Inger si demon' (poezie feminina) 2008 - Antologie (proza contemporana feminina) 2009 Plays: “Ciocolata amaruie” (2003) “www.necazurindragoste.ro” (2003) “In tunel” (2001) “Panaghia” (2000) “Hotsie-Totsie” (2001) “Menuet” (2005) “Realitatea ei”(2005) “Fericitul” (2005, 2007) “Optiune” “Interviul” (2006) “Contact” (2006) “Noaptea in care ne-am logodit cu Teddy”(2007) “Implacabil” (2007) “La actualidad del tatuaje” (2008) “Cyber love” (2008) Colaborari: - Revista literara „Noaptea”, coordonator Mihail Gramescu (apare si pe Internet) - Revista culturala „Conexiuni” (New York) - 'Literatorul' - 'Convorbiri literare' - Cenaclul Literar „Armonii baroc” coordonator Mihail...
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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ODOriah Mountain Dreamer
Oriah Mountain Dreamer is the author of the inspirational prose-poem and international best-selling books, The Invitation (now translated into over fifteen languages), The Dance and The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here . Her writing explores how to follow the thread of our deepest heart\'s longing into a life of meaning and purpose. Her latest book, What We Ache For: Creativity and the Unfolding of Your Soul, (Harper San Francisco, April 2005) offers reflections on and practical guidelines for finding and cultivating creative work that is not separated from your spirituality, your direct experience of that which is both what you are and larger than yourself, or your sexuality, the fire and sensuality of life lived in the physical world. Oriah has shared her insights and stories with audiences throughout the world at conferences and retreats and through radio and TV appearances (CBC, TVO, Oprah, NPR, PBS, Wisdom Network.) Blending ruthless honesty, humour, insight and compassion for...
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Don Miguel de Cervantes y Saavedra
It is not known for certain the exact date of his birth, but since according to Spanish tradition the Christening was carried through very closely after the birth, there is no doubt that his birthday was in 1547. The actual date of the Christening was October 9th, 1547 at the city of Alcala de Henares. Since then, little is known of his childhood, other than he lived with his family in Valladolid, Madrid, and other Andalusian cities. Finally, they settled in Madrid, and afterwards, he became the attendant to the Cardinal Acquaviva in Italy in 1569 . Later on, Cervantes enlisted in to armed forces for the naval Battle of Lepanto (it took place on the 7th of December of 1571) where he was injured. This meant the handicap of his left hand, but he still continued as a soldier, on his voyage returning to Spain 1575 in the galley Sun, he fell prisoner of the Turks when it was over powered. The next five years, Cervantes is a prisoner of war in Algiers, from where he tried to escape four...
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EBElizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979), was an American poet and writer from Worcester, Massachusetts. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, and a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956. Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. After her father died when she was eight months old, Bishop’s mother descended into mental illness and was institutionalized in 1916. Although Bishop’s mother would live until 1934 in an asylum, they would not meet again. Effectively orphaned, Bishop lived with her grandparents in Nova Scotia, a period she would later idealize in her writing. Bishop boarded at the Walnut Hill School in Natick, Massachusetts, where her first poems were published by her friend Frani Blough in a student magazine. She entered Vassar College in the fall of 1929, shortly before the stock market crash. In 1933 she co-founded Con Spirito, a rebel literary magazine at Vassar, with writer Mary McCarthy (one year her senior), Margaret...
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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GAGertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda
Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y Arteaga (March 23, 1814-February 1, 1873) was a Cuban writer of the 19th century. Born: March 23, 1814 Puerto Príncipe (modern day Camaguey), Cuba Died: February 1, 1873; Madrid, Spain Nationality Cuban Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y Arteaga, widely known as la Avellaneda, was born in Puerto Príncipe (modern day Camaguey), Cuba. She came from a noble background; her father, Manuel Gomez de Avellaneda, was a descendent of the royal family of Navarre and aristocracy of Vizcaya of Spain, and also a commander of the Spanish navy in charge of the central regions of Cuba. Her mother, Francisca de Arteaga y Betancourt, was also from a wealthy Spanish family that had lived in Puerto Príncipe. It is said that her mother’s family is the one that inspired the family in her first novel, Sab. As a child la Avellaneda was not interested in feminine materials. She was given a tutor and soon became engulfed in the books she was given to read. Her mother tried...
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Sonet XCIX de William Shakespeare
de Cristian Vasiliu
Am dojenit aseară timpuria Violă-n floare: \"Dulcele parfum, Mi l-ai răpit, hoț tandru!\" iar mândria În mine-am îngropat-o de acum. Neprihănitul crin, pentru-a ta mână, Îl cert, sovârful - pentru...
Sonet XCIX
de William Shakespeare
Am dojenit aseară timpuria Violă-n floare: \"Dulcele parfum, Mi l-ai răpit, hoț tandru!\" iar mândria În mine-am îngropat-o de acum. Neprihănitul crin, pentru-a ta mână, Îl cert, sovârful - pentru...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
Sonnet XXXVI
de William Shakespeare
Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain Without thy help by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one...
Sonet CXLII
de Cristian Vasiliu
Iubesc păcatul și urăsc virtutea Ce-ngroapă-adînc pornirea vinovată, Căci judecată după-al meu statut ea E demnă și nu merită mustrată De gura ta – podoabă stacojie - Cu care sigilezi în mine chinul...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 8) ACT IV SCENE VI Another room in the castle. [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have...
A lover\'s complaint
de William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tun\'d tale; Ere long espied a...
I loved you
de Florin DeRoxas
I loved you as nobody did it, I loved you as nobody will, I hope you know how much I loved you, I loved you as Monica loved Bill. I loved you like kids love Santa, I loved you from my heart, I loved...
Incertitude
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
Am I gonna suffer, am I going not to? Am I gonna fight, am I gonna fail? Am I gonna be a puppet legless? O God, please not. Am I writing the last lines of my life? Cause handicapped, I’m rather...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...