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Robert Louis Stevenson

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13 noiembrie 1850 - 3 decembrie 1894 Robert Louis Stevenson was born to Thomas and Margaret Isabella Balfour Stevenson in Edinburgh on 13 November 1850. From the beginning he was sickly. Through much of his childhood he was attended by his faithful nurse, Alison Cunningham, known as Cummy in the family circle. She told him morbid stories about the Covenanters (the Scots Presbyterian martyrs), read aloud to him Victorian penny-serial novels, Bible stories, and the Psalms, and drilled the catechism into him, all with his parents' approval. Thomas Stevenson was quite a storyteller himself, and his wife doted on their only child, sitting in admiration while her precocious son expounded on religious dogma. Stevenson inevitably reacted to the morbidity of his religious education and to the stiffness of his family's middle-class values, but that rebellion would come only after he entered Edinburgh University.

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James Alan Hetfield

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James Hetfield In Brief: James Alan Hetfield Born: August 3, 1963 From: Los Angeles, California Personal: Married, 2 Children Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals Instrument: vocals, guitars Vitals: blue eyes, blonde hair, 6\'1\"/1.85 meters tall, weighs 180 lbs/81.65 kilos Hetfield was born to a truck driver and light opera singer on August 3rd, 1963, in Los Angeles. His family\'s Christian Science religious beliefs are often mentioned as the root of James\' \"tortured soul\" lyrics. Musically, he began at age 9 with piano lessons, then banging away on his brother David\'s drums and finally to guitar. With his guitar in hand, James aspired to become a rock star in his first band, Obsession. The band was made up of the Veloz brothers on bass and drums and Jim Arnold on guitar. A pair of friends, Ron McGovney and Dave Marrs, acted as the band\'s roadies. This meant sitting in the loft of the Veloz garage running a control panel for makeshift lighting...

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Shutting down

de Gabriel-Vincențiu Mălăescu

Fantastici arlechini decorporați – brand motivat de generații – în stil agrest de demonstrații, priapic suferă neconsolați. Uscate schelete cu decorații visa-vor inorogi înaripați, copii insomniaci...

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windows is shutting us down

de Ligia Pârvulescu

trădarea, ceața, conturul blând al serilor contopirea într-o mare de umbră tai nodul lucrurile se rotunjesc, sângele are murmurul bărbatului îndrăgostit trăirile rotesc valsul întunecat și încerci să...

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Fish

de Mihai Costin

The fish\'s long shadow slid under the ice and the man knew the fish thought…I’m gonna stay alive….they were the same, fisherman and fish, up and down the ice. Hurling the spear the man missed and...

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diagnosis

de Alina

diagnosis: emotional illness.neurosis.anxiety neurosis.depression.chronic depression.depressive personality. bad person.hysterical features.obsessive features.schizoid features.somatic complaints....

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The Sphinx

de Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...

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Haiku și tanka

de Marian Nicolae TOMI

* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...

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on the stairs of your house

de adriana

On the stairs of your house There’s a letter in my hand. Yours. I wrote it on the stairs of your house While waiting. Don’t you remember the day my heart went on a strike? That wet summer...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...

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The Star-Splitter

de Robert Frost

`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by...

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My farewell

de Crisan Iulian

Long lost city, what is left of you? Where is your grace and glamour? Where is your shining? Lost… And then I saw it, in His right hand The One sitting on the throne, a book Written inside and out,...

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A dangerous working place

de Adrian Arvunescu

My brother is a war journalist. He corresponds for Reality TV from places all over the world where conflagrations take place. This year, he went to Iraq to question Saddam, but unfortunately, the...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...

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Portrait of a Lady

de T.S. Eliot

Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...

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Who say words with my mouth

de Jelaluddin Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that, and I intend to end up...

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Heart of glass

de Miruna Gavriliu

What am I to you? - A black-and-white pokemon pinned on a canvas, a fluffy explorer roaming the interstellar space, a drop-dead hag, but not yet in her bloom Yet no harm’s done And nothing’s coming...

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Hei tu!

de Roger Waters

Hei tu, de acolo, din frig, Însingurat, îmbătrânind, Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, care bântui pe coridoare Cu picioarele roase de mâncărimi și cu zâmbetul ofilit Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, Nu-i lăsa să...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...

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Jazz-ul și blues-ul sunt coloanele sonore ale vieții! (II)

de Ghinea Nouras Cristian

-Vorbim de blues. Dacă am privi blues-ul ca pe un copac, cum i-ați descrie rădăcinile, trunchiul și ramurile actuale? -Aș începe, firesc, cu rădăcina. Bunicul este blues-ul, care avea un unchi numit...

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