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"One nomadic wind "1762 rezultate

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NO

no one

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6 poezii, 0 proze

OS

Oana S.

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I

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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BC

Butnariu Catalin

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2 poezii, 0 proze

petruta ionescuPI

petruta ionescu

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filolog, psiholog

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PR

Pelin Razvan Romeo

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BI

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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E

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

de Maria Gold

parcă am fi într-o perpetuă comedie eu plâng tu plângi el ea plânge ce este dramatic este că toți scriem ne scriem își scriu dansăm ne jucăm de-a șoarecele și pisica și ne ținem unii pe alții de mână...

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One

de Alex

one tear to wash my face one heart to rule above all one mind to think for all one life to learn them all one sin to lead me right one beat to relax my ears one blunt to chill my mind one girl to...

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One-night-stand

de Laura Gavrila

T-am clonat in mintea mea Te-am pus sa te certi cu mine, Ne-am privit, ne-am iubit Am lipit doua suflete pereche. Pana cand am vazut ca unul era de gheata Si tu ai plecat, da stai nu tu ai plecat...

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One day

de Florin DeRoxas

sper, desi nu mai sper, ca vei distruge acel mister care-ai promis ca vei distruge cand langa mine vei ajunge. remember ce mi-ai spus candva ca de tot ce e rau te vei dezbraca. remember? astept,...

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one dark night

de Ohm

last night I spent the darkest night, dreaming of you in love. I saw in this dream, the vision of two bodies, embraced after hours of romance. The girl was not me, and I am alone – dreaming of you in...

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One way ticket

de Adrian Marcu

Biletul care mi-a fost daruit, Biletul de tramvai,s-a –ngalbenit. Vatmanul e in fata,undeva, Nu l-am vazut si nici nu cred c-as vrea. La clasa-doua unde mi-au dat loc, E stramt si nu te poti misca...

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One time

de Radu Tudor Ciornei

chiar dacă uneori apăreai din mirările oglinzii te așteptam cu mâinile la spate pe unde treceai erau aprinse acele lumini neștiute de firea apologeților număram stele cu spatele câte una câte doua...

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One of us cannot be wrong

de Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...

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one way ticket

de Cristian Oravitan

binecuvantate fie biletele dus. in ziua in care vei plange, cand diamantele din sclipirile de astazi se vor transforma in ieftine contrafaceri rugininde, nu voi mai fi pe-aproape scutindu-te de...

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One hundred billion flies cannot be wrong, eat shit

de Ioana Petcu

aceasta era ea azi. haina-i lungă noapte, o pereche de pantofi contrapunctici, contrapunctuali, contrastanți. virginală între târfe, luminată de un reflector ca luna, gândind la o impotență...

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