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NO

no one

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OS

Oana S.

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irina

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GA

Gelu Ahtum

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am terminat liceul,armata,iar acum sunt gardian, sunt casatorit,imi place poezia buna!

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Butnariu Catalin

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petruta ionescuPI

petruta ionescu

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filolog, psiholog

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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Bucur Bogdan Ion

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Katri ValaKV

Katri Vala

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( 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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Eternity

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"An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing"

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One big nothing

de nica ioana

Iarbă verde, susurul unui pârâu ce odată a fost imaculat, liniște crudă întreruptă de lătrat prietenos... Frământ un cărbune nenorocit și încerc să te desenez într-un foc ce pare a-și arunca mereu...

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The Code

de Robert Frost

There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...

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Silence

de oana stanescu

I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...

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\"Out, Out - \"

de Robert Frost

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could...

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the despisers of the body

de Friedrich Nietzsche

4. The Despisers of the Body TO THE despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus be dumb....

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...

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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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The Little Mermaid

de Radu Herinean

The Little Mermaid - - - - by Hans Christian Andersen Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass. But it is very deep...

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The Death of the Hired Man

de Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...

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acrobație

de bianca marcovici

acrobație Mă poți vedea cu litere mari deocamdată, pâna se reglează sufletul, pâna ce inima se va face de piatră levana **** adaug un text legat de aceasta poezie: Dear Miyamoto-san > > A poet friend...

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