"Reminder - I -" – 94 rezultate
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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EKElizabeth Kim
Elizabeth Kim was born in Korea. Omma was killed by her brother and father ('honour killing') for the sin of sleeping with an American soldier and producing a mixed-race child, Elizabeth. There is no record of her birth or of her name. Dumped in a horrific orphanage in post-war Seoul, Kim was lucky to be adopted by a fundamentalist American family. But just as her American features doomed her in racist Korea, her Korean features served as a constant reminder that she wasn't good enough for her new all-white environment. Her mother had always told her that life was made up of ten thousand joys as well as ten thousand sorrows.
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HLHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
n. 27 februarie 1807, Portland, Maine, SUA d. 24 martie 1882, Cambridge, Massachusetts, SUA Poet american Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American educator and poet whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and "Evangeline". He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy and was one of the five members of the group known as the Fireside Poets. Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, and studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854 to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former headquarters of George Washington. His first wife, Mary Potter, died in 1835 after a miscarriage. His second wife, Frances Appleton, died in 1861...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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NNostradamus
Michel de Nostredame[1] (14 or 21 December 1503[2] – 2 July 1566), usually Latinised to Nostradamus, was a French apothecary and reputed seer who published collections of prophecies that have since become famous worldwide. He is best known for his book Les Propheties (The Prophecies), the first edition of which appeared in 1555. Since the publication of this book, which has rarely been out of print since his death, Nostradamus has attracted a following that, along with the popular press, credits him with predicting many major world events. Most academic sources maintain that the associations made between world events and Nostradamus's quatrains are largely the result of misinterpretations or mistranslations (sometimes deliberate) or else are so tenuous as to render them useless as evidence of any genuine predictive power.[3] Moreover, none of the sources listed offers any evidence that anyone has ever interpreted any of Nostradamus's quatrains specifically enough to allow a clear...
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Reminder - I -
de Emil Iliescu
Alexandra se ghemuise pe fotoliul din fața șemineului. Umbrele serii se alergau sub pulberea încinsă de jar, desenând pe pereți alcătuiri fantastice, ce treceau una în alta, ca și cum s-ar fi diluat...
Reminder - IV -
de Emil Iliescu
Când Grațiela a intrat în sediul publicației, la care lucra, nu i s-a părut ciudat că aceeași mașină care staționa zilnic vis-a-vis de redacție se afla și acum de planton. Curios era că niciodată nu...
Reminder - III -
de Emil Iliescu
Tânăra tresări, căci un autoturism oprise, deși era interzis, chiar lângă trotuarul de lângă librărie. Doi tineri îmbrăcați sport, cu ochelari de soare coborâră, dezmorțindu-și torsul și căutând cu...
Reminder - II -
de Emil Iliescu
25 mai. O dată pe care Alexandra nu o va putea uita ușor. Existaseră în viața ei și alte zile ce fuseseră subliniate cu linia roșie a importanței lor. Prima ei zi de școală. Primul sărut sub castanul...
Reminder - VI -
de Emil Iliescu
Se trezi pe un pat de spital. Lângă ea se afla un doctor între două vârste. O fizionomie bonomă, cu un zâmbet pierdut în colțul buzelor trandafirii. Vru să murmure ceva, dar cu greu reuși să-și...
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
azi cred c-am revenit la treburi mai vechi la care se pare ca ma pricepeam de minune. suffery. din obisnuinta cautam fisierul in care pentru ultimul an si ceva tot imi scriam poeziile si-mi...
Reminder - V -
de Emil Iliescu
Colegă cu ea la Facultatea de Jurnalistică, Mădălina părăsise viața agitată a reportajelor și devenise o foarte bună traducătoare. Aceasta observă imediat starea de surescitare a prietenei sale. O...
Bad Choice
de Adela Setti
nu-i cineștiece doar un reminder debil undeva mă așteaptă un mâț o bătrână o pâine uscată și o fântână dar eu insist să stau aici lângă tine în liniștea asta teribilă de după țigară de după muzică de...
titlu inexistent
de nica mădălina
și cum stăteam eu cu berea brună în față, la una dintre terasele de lângă Teatrul de Comedie bucureștean, relecturând din Note și contranote a lui Ionesco și făcând însemnări în creion pe agendă, cum...
Firmistul
de felix nicolau
miercuri era termenul limită. Adică deadline-ul la care trebuia să predea organigrama, împreună cu anexa motivațională și cu itemii aferenți. Bineînțeles că era vorba de un deadline orientativ,...
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...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII
de John Milton
Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...
Missing u
de Hidden Starlight
sunlight dances across the window wind blows my memories away i\'m watching the eternal picture that takes my every breath away i feel you close to me i feel myself lost in your arms i sense your...
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man
de Luca Tiberiu
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man For bein' dead so many lost live Wonder how long before the soul dies, Today I heard you cry for the firs time, It was the worst time The way I heard you...
Un pod prea indepartat
de Dumitrescu Razvan
O privea exact așa cum o privise și în urmă cu 45 de ani. Corpul îi era același, păstrându-se intact, neîmbătrânind nici măcar o singură zi. Se întindea albastră, infinită și tăcută, rătăcind în...