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Adonis, Ali Ahmad Saïd EsberAE

Adonis, Ali Ahmad Saïd Esber

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Adonis (Ali Ahmad Saïd Esber) naît à Qassabine près de Lattaquié au nord de la Syrie le 1er janvier 1930. Saïd commence à travailler dans les champs jeune mais son père l'incite aussi à apprendre la poésie. En 1947, contre l'avis de ses parents, il se rend à la ville voisine où il trouve le président syrien Choukri al-Kouwatli. Adonis, alors âgé de douze ans seulement, veut se joindre à l'assemblée des poètes locaux pour honorer le président mais on l'écarte. En insistant il capte l'attention de ce dernier, qui demande à l'entendre. Il proclame sa prose et subjugue toute la foule. Le président décide alors de lui payer sa bourse. Il part à l'école, au lycée français de Tartous(en 1942), puis à Lattaquié où il obtient son baccalauréat en 1949, c'est également à cette époque qu'il prend le pseudonyme d'Adonis lors de la publication de quelques poèmes. Il entre ensuite à l'Université syrienne de Damas qu'il quitte en 1954 avec une licence de philosophie En 1955, il est emprisonné six...

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S1d

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HG

Hancu George

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Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...

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SepiaS

Sepia

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"I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument" (Sapho)

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Consuela Bischof MarcuCM

Consuela Bischof Marcu

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Wenn du einen Menschen richtig kennenlernen und etwas über sein innerstes Wesen in Erfahrung bringen willst, so mach dir nicht erst die Mühe zu analysieren, wie er spricht, schweigt, weint oder von hehren Gedanken ergriffen wird. Du brauchst ihn bloß beim Lachen beobachten. Hat er ein gutes Lachen, ist er ein guter Mensch. Dostojewskij

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JK

Jiddu Krishnamurti

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The core of Krishnamurti\'s teaching is contained in the statement he made in 1929 when he said: \'Truth is a pathless land\'. Man cannot come to it through any organisation, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind . . . Statement by Krishnamurti in 1981. Jiddu Krishnamurti was born on 11th May 1895 in Madanapalle, a town in south India, the eighth child in a middle-class family. At an early age he was adopted by Annie Besant, then the President of the Theosophical Society, with its headquarters in Madras. She took Krishnamurti and his brother Nitya to England where she had them educated privately. On Krishnamurti\'s return to India while still in his teens, Theosophists proclaimed him to be the world teacher whose coming they had been awaiting. They built a large and rich order round him, with...

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Juan de Yepes (San Juan de la Cruz)

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Su verdadero nombre era Juan de Yepes y nació el 24 de junio de 1542 en Fontiveros, pequeño pueblo abulense perteneciente a Castilla y León, una comunidad autónoma de España. Murió su padre cuando Juan tenía seis años; a los nueve años, se trasladó con su madre al abulense pueblo de Medina del Campo, en donde a los 17 años, ingresa en un colegio de jesuitas para estudiar humanidades. El año 1563 toma los hábitos de la orden religiosa Carmelita, adoptando el nuevo nombre de fray Juan de san Matías; al año siguiente se traslada a Salamanca para cursar estudios de teología en su célebre universidad. En el año 1567 es ordenado sacerdote, y adopta el nuevo y definitivo nombre de Juan de la Cruz. Su ilustre paisana de Ávila, Teresa de Jesús, trabó gran amistad con él y le integró en el movimiento de la reforma carmelita que ella había iniciado. En 1568 Juan de la Cruz fundó el primer convento de Carmelitas Descalzos, los cuales practicaban a ultranza la contemplación y la austeridad. Unos...

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Octavian MihaescuOM

Octavian Mihaescu

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www.billigzahnurlaub.de oder http://meine-literarischen-werke.cabanova.de/ Heimatlos-Roman, Vorwort Roland Erb Octavian Mihaescu, der Autor dieses Buches, ist ein Rumäne, der seit rund fünfzehn Jahren in Deutschland lebt. Er wurde 1963 im südrumänischen Städtchen Caracal in der Region Oltenien geboren, wo er die letzten, höchst deprimierenden Jahre der Ceausescu-Diktatur erlebte, einen Fluchtversuch unternahm und im Dezember 1989 an den revolutionären Kämpfen gegen das faschistoide, nationalistische Schreckensregime der Parteiclique um die Familie Ceausescu teilnahm, das sich immer noch sozialistisch genannt hatte. Der junge Octavian Mihaescu wurde nach den Dezemberereignissen und dem Sturz der alten Regierung Mitglied der neugegründeten Christdemokratischen Nationalen Bauernpartei und protestierte zusammen mit vielen anderen engagierten Demokraten im Juni 1990 gegen die antidemokratischen, restaurativen Maßnahmen des Iliescu-Regimes, das mehrmals Tausende Bergleute aus den...

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Jan TwardowskiJT

Jan Twardowski

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Jan Jakub Twardowski (June 1, 1915 – January 18, 2006) was a famous Polish poet, but, as he said of himself, he was a priest (of the Catholic Church) first of all. He was a chief Polish representative of contemporary religious lyrics. He wrote short, simple poems, humorous, sometimes with colloquialisms. He joins observation of nature with philosophical reflexion. Twardowski received many awards and medals for his output. Jan Twardowski was born on June 1, 1915 in Warsaw, Congress Poland, Russian Empire as a son of Jan Twardowski and Aniela Maria Konderska. Several weeks later his family was forced to move to Russia (it was World War I). After 3 years the family moved back to Warsaw. In 1927, after finishing a primary school, he started his education in mathematical and environmental gymnasium. He finished it in 1935. In 1932 he began working with the gymnasium youth newspaper called KuŸnia M³odych. He had his own column there, he wrote poems, short stories, interviews with writers,...

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Hal SirowitzHS

Hal Sirowitz

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Hal Sirowitz (born 1949) is an American poet. Sirowitz first began to attract attention at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe where he was a frequent competitor in their Friday Night Poetry Slam. He eventually made the 1993 Nuyorican Poetry Slam team, and competed in the 1993 National Poetry Slam (held that year in San Francisco) along with his Nuyorican teammates Maggie Estep, Tracie Morris and Regie Cabico. Sirowitz would later perform his poetry on stages across the country, and on television programs such as MTV's Spoken Word: Unplugged and PBS's The United States of Poetry. He has written six books on poetry and is arguably best known for the volumes Mother Said, My Therapist Said and Father Said. Sirowitz is a 1994 recipient of an NEA Fellowship in Poetry and is the former Poet Laureate of Queens, New York. He worked as a special education teacher in the New York public school system for 23 years. He is married to the writer Mary Minter Krotzer. Sirowitz is the best-selling translated...

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Eine Liebesgeschichte

de Heinrich Mann

Die Liebe bringt auf Ideen und in Gefahren. Als Beispiel will ich einen einfachen Kaufmann – nicht so einfach wie man denkt, aber doch immer ein durchschnittlicher Mitgänger des Zeitalters, das...

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Sed Non Satiata

de Charles-Pierre Baudelaire

Sed Non Satiata Ciudată zeitate cu trupul brun și plin, Împrăștiind mireasmă de mosc și de havană, Făcută de vreun obi, de-un Faust din savană Cu șold ca abanosul lucios și mers felin, Mai bine decât...

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Sed Non Satiata

de Charles-Pierre Baudelaire

Ciudată zeitate cu trupul brun și plin, Împrăștiind mireasmă de mosc și de havană, Făcută de vreun obi, de-un Faust din savană Cu șold ca abanosul lucios și mers felin, Mai bine decât opiul sau cel...

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Seic

de Felix Onofrei

Seic Un mare Seic are un vis Sa-ngenunche capitalism Sa curme credinte vechi Sa spulbere cealalte lumi Ce nu se-nchina la Alah. Foloseste arme si ascunde Tirania sub deserturi Seicul brav vrea doar...

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șeic șeic iubito

de Dacian Constantin

eu zic așa deschide radioul dă-ți părul pe spate și shake that thing iubito eu zic așa dacă i-ai găsit măcar un motiv d e g a j e a z ă - l dintre toate metodele mie îmi place cel mai mult aia în...

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Sed non satiata

de Ionescu Bogdan

Pe-o navă cu galben flam mi-aș îmbarca În pântecul ei de lemn și smoală Gânduri ce-n colcăieli rotunzi îmi par De negri șobolani fermecătoare Cum viața-n tine dă în pârg delicii De nouă luni crescută...

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Sed Lex Dura Lex

de george lupascu

Sed Lex- Dura Lex Că Justiția e oarbă, Este arhicunoscut. De la cine-a primit șpagă?!... Nu știe...căci n-a văzut!

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said lisa

de masha djinn (nepoata)

astăzi mă simt ca lisa simpson galbenă ca lisa țâșnind ca un balon înțepat printre alte baloane-nțepate înjurându-se la semafor propovăduind învățături pentru sănătatea traficului țâșnit eu, biată...

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sein zum tode

de Valeriu Sofronie

animalul a intrat în casă și a început să urce era încă începutul lumii cocoțat pe acoperiș jurându-se că nu va lăsa niciun obiect neatins de înțelepciunea sa curiosul își începu primul discurs din...

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seif

de Stanica Ilie Viorel

timpul nu este altceva decât un depozitar imaginar al pierderilor florile cireșilor se scutură pârga fructelor gustată-i aruncă cheia, preia controlul în spațiul tău se află întregul așa cum este nu...

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