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IIIurcencu Teodora Ioana
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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Tarnoveanu Silviu
I shouldnt say nothing ... cuz Nothing is to say ... or should be , but would hurt ... Incearca sa intelegi ce citesti si cum citesti atunci cand citesti ceea ce citesti , citind poieziile ce le-am citit atunci cand le-am scris ... atunci cand le citesti defapt le mai citesc eu odata pentru tine , pentru ca si dealtfel ar fi doar si numai ..... stii tu ... ceva cuvinte fara de`nteles . Incearca sa intri pe : http://ConstantinSilviu.blogspot.com de-ti place iti fac si tie una Originala ... will not take more then 5 mins ... but will be like .... a durat 1 an . Nr contact : 0749 12 55 22 e-mail : Dizzy.minimal@gmail.com Best Regards T.C Silviu
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Joseph Louis Vance
Louis Joseph Vance was born on September 19, 1879 in New York, New York (although some sources say Washington, DC). He was an American fiction writer of short stories, novels and screenplays. Vance was the son of Wilson and Lillie Beall Vance. Originally, Vance wanted to become an artist and illustrator and attended the Art Students League and Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Vance married Nance Elizabeth Hodges in 1898. They had one son, Wilson Beall Vance who was born the following year. Vance was 26 years old when his first book,Terence O\'Rourke,Gentlema Adventurer was published in 1905. Vance was a \"hack\" writer for many years producing hundreds of short stories and some adventure novels until he published a group of three mystery novels which promoted him to best-selling author status. The novels were: The Brass Bowl (1907) about a beautiful young girl, who in order to help her grieving father,becomes a burglar and meets a professional burglar who resembles the identical twin...
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ABAlan Brownjohn
Alan Charles Brownjohn FRSL (born 28 July 1931) is an English poet and novelist. He was born in London and educated at Merton College, Oxford. He taught until 1979, when he became a full-time writer. He participated in Philip Hobsbaum's weekly poetry discussion meetings known as The Group. Alan Brownjohn is a Distinguished Supporter of the British Humanist Association. Works Travellers Alone (1954) poems The Railings (1961) poems To Clear the River (1964) novel, as John Berrington Penguin Modern Poets 14 (1965) with Michael Hamburger, Charles Tomlinson The Lions' Mouths (1967) A Day by Indirections (1969) broadsheet poem First I Say This: A Selection of Poems for Reading Aloud (1969) editor Sandgrains On A Tray (1969) Woman Reading Aloud (1969) broadsheet poem Synopsis (1970) Brownjohn's Beasts (1970) Transformation Scene (1971) broadside poem An Equivalent (1971) poem New Poems 1970 - 71. A P.E.N. Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (1971) edited with Seamus Heaney and Jon Stallworthy...
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Isaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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KRKay Ryan
Kay Ryan was born in California in 1945 and grew up in the small towns of the San Joaquin Valley and the Mojave Desert. She received both a bachelor\'s and master\'s degree from UCLA. Ryan has published several collections of poetry, including The Niagara River (Grove Press, 2005); Say Uncle (2000); Elephant Rocks (1996); Flamingo Watching (1994), which was a finalist for both the Lamont Poetry Selection and the Lenore Marshall Prize; Strangely Marked Metal (1985); and Dragon Acts to Dragon Ends (1983). About her work, J. D. McClatchy has said: \"Her poems are compact, exhilarating, strange affairs, like Erik Satie miniatures or Joseph Cornell boxes. She is an anomaly in today\'s literary culture: as intense and elliptical as Dickinson, as buoyant and rueful as Frost.\" Ryan\'s awards include the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, a Guggenheim fellowship, an Ingram Merrill Award, a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Union League Poetry Prize, the Maurice English Poetry...
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SASait Faik Abasıyanık
Sait Faik Abasıyanık ya da Sait Faik (d. 18 Kasım 1906[13][14] ya da 22 Kasım 1906[15] ya da 23 Kasım 1906[16][17], Adapazarı – ö. 11 Mayıs 1954, İstanbul) Türk öykü ve roman yazarı, șair. Türk hikâyeciliğinin önde gelen yazarlarından sayılan Abasıyanık[18], çağdaș hikâyeciliğe yaptığı katkılarla Türk edebiyatında bir dönüm noktası sayılır.[19] Modern Türk hikâyeciliğinin öncülerinden olan Sait Faik, getirdiği yeniliklerle \"kökü kendisinde olan\" bir yazar olarak kabul edilir.[20] Klasik öykü tekniğini yıkarak doğayı ve insanları basit, samimi, hem iyi hem kötü taraflarıyla oldukları gibi fakat șiirsel ve usta bir dille anlattı.[21] Bunu yaparken diğer çoğu Cumhuriyet sonrası sanatçısı gibi Batı\'daki gelișmelere bağlı kalmadı, hiçbir edebî anlayıșın etkisinde...
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to stef
de Doru Chirodea
dear stef, i understand you want to tell us something...............yet please take note that you may (or could) apply your approach against this or any other world in a more efficient way if you...
to stef
de Doru Chirodea
dear stef, i understand you want to tell us something...............yet please take note that you may (or could) apply your approach against this or any other world in a more efficient way if you...
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de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
I’m cold – give me your sweater I’m sad – give me your comfort I’m scared – give me your arms To make of all these circle. A circle of fire, a circle of light Could it protect me...
feerie de primăvară
de masha djinn (nepoata)
între mcdonald’s și ivan denisovici stau eu cu bateria descărcată, fluierând a pagubă. (numai furnica dotată cu lunetă leica vede cum pe furiș îi îndes pe gât prizonierului bucăți strivite de cartof...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 4) ACT II SCENE I A room in POLONIUS\' house. [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO] LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. REYNALDO I will, my lord....
I always say
de Lia Miruna Dumitrache
So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...
Mending Wall
de Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn\'t love a wall, That sends the frozen ground swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; ANd makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is...
Discutie cu Candyce
de Luca Tiberiu
Candyce says: can i ask you something.....what are you sending me? PaDaS says: yep PaDaS says: Candyce says: what is it? Candyce says: how'd you do that? Candyce says: please tell me Candyce says:...
I love you.
de Ion Adrian Ionut
I never have been happy, Since you left away, Days are passing, they are many, But I love you every day. There\'s something I can say, In this criticaly moment, I loved you in my way, And there\'s...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...