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AJadrian jigăranu
25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...
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KVKatri Vala
( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...
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BMBogdan Laurențiu Marin
... o parte din anul meu 2006 (iunie-iulie-august); postari facute pana la 01.03.2007 ... contact: bogdan0740@yahoo.com ... texte (personale) la care tin, pe care nu le-am inteles: (culegator) oamenii, noi alegem lucrurile din jurul nostru că ne plac ne place cum arată "ceva"-ul respectiv ce ne văd ochii fizic (doar) la fel procedăm și cu ceilalți. ... (cules) oamenii, voi "noi oamenii alegem" alegeți lucrurile din jurul vostru că ne plac nu că vă plac vă place că ne place cum arată "ceva"-ul respectiv ce ne văd ochii fizic prin(/tre) fizicul gândind la fel noi procedăm mai mult cu ceilalți decât (/cu) voi adesea un Nu ne caracterizează spun eu, nu din păcate dar nici din fericire azi doar vă dau de știre oh! noi "voi oamenii" oameni. ...
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The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
West Running Brook
de Robert Frost
\'Fred, where is north?\' \'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.\' \'West-running Brook then call it.\' (West-Running Brook men call it to this day.) \'What does it think k\'s doing...
Lil\' Beethoven
de Florescu Bogdan
Exista lucruri pe le trecem cu vederea pentru simplul fapt ca ar putea sa ne tulbure constiinta si strafundurile prea tare cu frumusetea lor. Un astfel de lucru este Lil\' Beethoven, al 19-lea album...
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...
Mending Wall
de Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn\'t love a wall, That sends the frozen ground swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; ANd makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
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...
Discutie cu Candyce
de Luca Tiberiu
Candyce says: can i ask you something.....what are you sending me? PaDaS says: yep PaDaS says: Candyce says: what is it? Candyce says: how'd you do that? Candyce says: please tell me Candyce says:...
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...
Song in the Manner of Housman
de Ezra Pound
O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get...
Song in the Manner of Housman
de Ezra Pound
O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get...
Ballad of the Goodly Fere
de Ezra Pound
Simon Zelotes speaketh it somewhile after the Crucifixion Ha\' we lost the goodliest fere o\' all For the priests and the gallows tree? Aye lover he was of brawny men, O\' ships and the open sea....
Joan of Arc
de Leonard Cohen
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, \"I\'m tired of the war, I...
Anathema
de Dragos
Forgive me father for I have sinned, the end of my last confession was a world away, when u cast me out into the blades of this rotting reality that cut my soul so thin my own feelings would not...
început de secol
de Miruna Dima
nimeni nu mai trage cu ochiul să vadă titlul cărții celui de-alături; \"what you see is what you get\" adică blugi wrangler și i-pod ce contează, are tata bani dacă n-are visăm gagici și anumite...
Camera rotativă
de Pestrea Ion-Daniel
Prietenul, șaman urban lâng-un teren viran, Povestește vrute și mai ales nevrute: Am aflat din ziarul adus de vânt, Misterios, aterizând ca o aeronavă, Din stele, un fluture tatonând, temându-se Că...
Oh...
de Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu
Oh, națiune, îmi plâng sfârșit de voi! Chiar așa rău cu toții am ajuns, Ca toți -nenorociți, lichele, proștii, boi- Să ne conducă-n mâine... popor neajuns? Ce e cu neamul, zis demult, al meu, Cel...