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NightwishN

Nightwish

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-'Those who hate me or envy me, I wish them only one thing;to carry for only one day, my life burden!" -"Viata nu se masoara in momentele care iti fac inima sa bata cu putere, ci in momentele care iti taie rasuflarea!" -"Se intampla in viata sa iubesti dar sa fii ranit ... iti iei viata de la capat, vrei sa uiti tot, dar amintirile sunt mereu in inima ta amintindu-ti ca iubirea este cel mai frumos lucru care te poate condamna la suferinta"

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Stefan CiobanasuSC

Stefan Ciobanasu

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Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream

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paulo coelho

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Paulo Coelho was born in 1947 into a middle-class family, the son of Pedro, an engineer, and Lygia, a housewife. At seven, he entered the Jesuit school of San Ignacio in Rio de Janeiro. Paulo came to detest the obligatory nature of religious practice. However, although he hated praying and going to mass, there were compensations. In the school\'s austere corridors, Paulo discovered his true vocation: to be a writer. He won his first literary prize in a school poetry competition, and his sister, Sonia, recounts how she won an essay prize by entering something that Paulo had discarded in the wastepaper bin. \"Paulo Coelho is not only one of the most widely read, but also one the most influential authors writing today,\" wrote the Bambi awards in Germany. \"His books have had a life-enhancing impact on millions of people\" wrote The Times in UK. To date a sum of 280 translations in 59 languages have been published with sales totalling almost 56 million copies in 150 countries. For 15...

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Adrienne Rich

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Adrienne Cecile Rich is an American poet, essayist and feminist. She has been called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20t century Adrienne Rich was born in Baltimore, Maryland on May 16, 1929. Her father, Arnold Rice Rich, was a professor of medicine at Johns Hopkins Medical School. Her mother, Helen Jones Rich, studied musical composition and was a concert pianist but after becoming a wife and mother, she focused her life entirely on her husband and two daughters. Adrienne Rich's early poetic influence stemmed from her father who encouraged her to not only read but also to write her own poetry. Her interest in literature was sparked within her father's library where she read the work of writers such as Matthew Arnold, William Blake, Thomas Carlyle, John Keats, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Adrienne Rich and her younger sister were home schooled by their mother until Adrienne began public education in the fourth grade....

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Brian ChanBC

Brian Chan

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Brian Chan was born in Guyana in 1949. He began to establish a reputation as a poet of talent with his work in Expression in the early 1970s, part of a group that included Janice Lowe (Shinebourne) and N.D. Williams. He had poems published in Caribbean Quarterly, Artrage, and One People’s Grief and is included in the Heinemann anthology of Caribbean poetry. His first collection of poems, Thief With Leaf (1988) won the 1988 Guyana Prize. His work is challenging and experimental, exploring not only experience, but the fictions we create in making sense of experience. He moved to Canada in the 1970s and his poems explore a territory in which Guyanese memories filter into the Canadian present. He currently lives in Edmonton. His second collection of poems, Fabula Rasa, was published in 1994. He is a musician (clarinetist) and accomplished painter.

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ramms+ein

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Rammstein is: Flake Lorenz (keyboards), Oliver Riedel (Bass), Christoph Schneider (drums), Paul Landers (guitar), Richard Z. Kruspe-Bernstein (guitar), and Till Lindemann (vocals). There have been no line-up changes since the band was established in 1993. There is no other band that sounds remotely like Rammstein. The East German sextet\'s unique blend of metal, industrial, techno and classical musical elements has made it one of Europe\'s most successful rock bands ever since the 1995 release of its debut album HERZELEID (which went platinum in several Euro territories). Its successor SEHNSUCHT (released abroad in 1997, and as the band\'s U.S. debut in January 1998) was not only the logical continuation of the musical concept, but also even more successful than album No. 1. with platinum in Germany AND in the USA and a string of awards in other European countries, Rammstein secured their place in the history of rock music - a development on which their third album MUTTER will build....

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Samuel Taylor "Estese" Coleridge (1772-1834) Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary on 21 October 1772, youngest of the ten children of John Coleridge, a minister, and Ann Bowden Coleridge. He was often bullied as a child by Frank, the next youngest, and his mother was apparently a bit distant, so it was no surprise when Col1 ran away at age seven. He was found early the next morning by a neighbor, but the events of his night outdoors frequently showed up in imagery in his poems (and his nightmares) as well as the notebooks he kept for most of his adult life. John Coleridge died in 1781, and Col was sent away to a London charity school for children of the clergy. He stayed with his maternal uncle2. Col was really quite a prodigy; he devoured books and eventually earned first place in his class. His brother Luke died in 1790 and his only sister Ann in 1791, inspiring Col to write "Monody," one of his first poems, in which he likens himself to Thomas Chatterton3. Col was...

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Dinu DianaDD

Dinu Diana

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There is only one conclusion to every story: we all fall down.

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Hal Sirowitz

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Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?

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Radu

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There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

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night of new years eve

de kim

Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...

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story....

de Florea Ana-Maria

Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...

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A happy/unhappy event

de Adrian Arvunescu

It was a beautiful day when I met Traian on a cargo ship to Afghanistan. We both were illegal immigrants seeking a better life. I forgot to mention that I m from Papua, where big people eat little...

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it\'s only words

de oana stanescu

I wish I could give up I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be...

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The Wood-Pile

de Robert Frost

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...

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Slavery

de Poison

Don’t think before you act, You’ll only get things worse. Remember that we made a pact. Do not try to remove the curse. Just look behind your back: You’ll see me pushing you away. You’ll see the...

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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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Ferice, Buon, Merry, Joyeux Crăciun

de Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu

E atât de rară nașterea în viață, Înscrisă a ta ’ntr-un calendar comun, Aniversata zi, o dată ce-ți răsfață Steaua, propriul ”Ferice Moș Crăciun!”. J’attends passage non retournables...

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Men and Trees

de Alice Genes

What do you feel while watching a tiny crippled tree? D’you feel compasion, or d’you ignore that that you see? A choped off tree is just a shattered life That for a moment peered the murderous knife....

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Hello, can I speak to Michael?

de Sorana Petrescu Felicia

Pilaștrii sprijineau cerul. Da, era tocmai cortina de deasupra noastră Ce lăsa la vedere o rază, O șansă… Jocul e de-a dreptul absurd, dar mai nebuni am fi să-l pierdem fără-al fi jucat vreodată… -...

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