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Duluz KosminDK

Duluz Kosmin

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DULUJ KOSMIN Personal Information Date and place of birth: 09.07.1982, Bucharest, Romania Address: Vuka Karadzica 9, 26310 Alibunar, SCG Phone no: +381.13.641688 +381.637448755 (mobile) E-mail: kduluz@yahoo.com Civil status Single Education 1997-2001 - Economic High school “Dositej Obradovic” Alibunar 2002- - Faculty of Economic Scienties, Section Management, specialization: tourism management, Belgrade Previous experience 07.2003 – 09.2003 Romanian Community in Serbia (Comunitatea Romanilor din Serbia) Job Description: - Junior Economist Tasks: - Internal Financial Control - Administration tasks 07.2004 – 09.2004 D.P. “HIP-AZOTARA” P.O. Pancevo Job Description: - Warehouse man Tasks: - receive and free material from warehouse 01.2005 – 05.2005 “BIS Informatika”A.D. Job Description: - Warehouse man Tasks: - assemble computers in production warehouse PC Knowledge Internet, Word, Excel, Powerpoint, Programming language C, Web design Foreign Languages English – advanced, written-spoken...

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Pahone Marian-MihaiPM

Pahone Marian-Mihai

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Sunt nascut in 1984. Mai mult e trist sa consemnez aici.

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John KeatsJK

John Keats

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John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Phone IV

de Coana Loenida

last night we were in bed together, he was in his single bed, many hours away and me in a man\\\'s pj top, it could have been his in my dark bedroom with the quilt on. I pressed the phone to my ear...

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Dumb phone

de adrian chelaru

Pe masă am mușciuce de narghilea și un Raspberry Pi 2. Mă gândesc ce contează mai mult, să fumez până mă doare capul sau să îmi instalez sistemul de operare. Fumez și mă gândesc, citesc ceva, stau...

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numb

de Daniela Davidoff

am plecat de mult într-un vagon vechi am pus i-phone-ul să deruleze ceva despre iarnă geamurile îmi mențin cu forța respirația înăuntru e o iarnă cumplită dorul crește cerșește eliberare un deținut...

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Heart Desires

de Coana Loenida

I won\'t ask that you promise anything. Your voice on the phone captures me nails me enthralls me. I could be so happy if I could hold you and feel you fit against me where my heart knows you belong....

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Jazz ambiental. Country music pentru piculină și helix

de Luminita Suse

\"it\'s a quarter after one/ I\'m all alone and I need you now/ reaching for the phone cause/ I can\'t fight it any more/ and I wonder if I ever cross your mind/ for me it happens all the time/...

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Magiun pe pâine 7

de Anni- Lorei Mainka

nu vreau să ocup nimic stau pe tălpile mele nu vreau i-pod nu vreau i-phone nu vreau garaj parcare pom cu inimă încrustată lămpi în formă de rinichi nu vreau să-l văd pe Lenin nici pe Kohl să revăd...

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so many things unsaid

de Ohm

it\'s amazing how the tone and texture of the morning can be so charged so enhanced so lightened by the sound of your voice on the phone you may never realize how you affect me like a deep, sweet...

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luna

de Alexandru Vlad

luna-i mai aproape de om decât a fost vreodată omul de lună omul acuma-i de neon omul acuma-i din plastic omul modern e fantastic omul acuma-i un phone dar, vai! nu e deloc un smartphone.

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fotografie

de Daniela Bîrzu

// orgile au început sa cânte ca niște balene albe e imensitatea spațiului catedrala chipul meu reflectat în vitralii apoteoza vine când sună clopoțeii și sunt prinse cu harpoane balenele nu simt...

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Loted love-cantec,de fapt!

de Alina13

LOSTED LOVE It\'s a magic life, It\'s a burnin night And you are right! All is so magic But is so tragic... Why?In my mind is isolatinon since you go away... Teel me where is the fantastic,yeah?...

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I am not

de blue

I’m not even wind to blow you away, to wake up the oceans with my emotions. I am not even fire to light up the candles on your birthday cake,... I am nothing but a fake. I am not even a star,...

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The Truth

de Coana Loenida

I have not heard from you and I wait and today I wake early. The sun peaking through the blinds lights on my telephone and says, \"you have not called.\" The telephone sits and I know that it knows...

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Tai Pei

de Ana

Midnight. Blackest sky Outside my window I can see A stranger people Walking the streets. But this is not my home. I am a the stranger here With no language,but my pen. I have no Lover, Only my pen...

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Testul unei idei.

de Radu Herinean

Pentru cei care sunt pasionati de diverse concursuri, teste si provocari, lansez acum o asemenea provocare, incercand in acelasi timp sa ii fac un serviciu unui membru al comunitatii. Se da textul de...

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careless call

de Ioana Balea

as usual stau aici, cu picioarele cruciș și cu mâinile la ochi as usual în jurul meu fuge pământul în cercuri tot mai strânse pe gâtul meu as usual nimic nou, genele nu mai curg să-mi poarte noroc,...

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De ce n-o iubesc pe Emily

de Viorel Gaita

Zilele trecute a fost tornadă pe strada mea. După ce mi-am degajat mașina de sub un copac am vrut să-i sun pe cei de la SCRAP să vina să ia ce mai rămăsese. Așa am constatat că nici telefonul fix nu...

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lossss

de Alina13

LOSTED LOVE It\'s a magic life, It\'s a burnin night And you are right! All is so magic But is so tragic... Why?In my mind is isolatinon since you go away... Teel me where is the fantastic,yeah?...

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