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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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KIKeiko Imaoka
Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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YBYosa Buson
Yosa Buson (1716-1783) a fost un poet japonez, situat printre cei mai mari autori de poeme haiku alaturi de Matsuo Basho si Kobayashi Issa. *** Yosa Buson: 1716 - December 25 1784), was a Japanese Haiku poet and painter, usually referred to simply as "Buson". He is one of the greatest poet of the Edo period, comparable with Matsuo Basho and Kobayashi Issa. He was born in Osaka, his real family name was Taniguchi. When he became 20 years old, he went to Edo and studied Haiku under Yahantei Soua. He named himself as Saicho. The master was gone when Buson was 27 years old, he stayed with Sunaoka Gando in Shimotuke. He had longing for Matsuo Basho, he began the long journeys like Basho, he went around Tohoku, Tango, Sanuki and so on. During this travel, he called himself Bushon. From 1758, he began to live in Kyoto, and he stayed there for rest of his life. He got married when he was 45 years old, and became a father of his daughter Kuno. *** ä¸Žè¬ è•Șæ‘ï¼ˆă‚ˆă• ă¶ăă‚“ă€ă‚ˆă•ă®...
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Hancu George
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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CZCristian Zeletin
Sunt un experimentalist însă nu și un oportunist. Primul bungee jumping nu m-a oprit să-l fac și pe-al doilea, așa s-a justificat căsătoria mea. Când am sărit prima dată cu parașuta am spus că n-o s-o mai fac niciodată, cu toate acestea am făcut 2 copii. Dacă aș spune prea multe despre cărțile pe care le-am scos lumea ar căuta să mă judece, eticheteze, după editurile care m-au publicat, după recenzii, după lungimea cravatei, după ascuțimea nodului din gât, după cât de lung mi-e părul, chiar și ăla de la subsuoară. Și-ar scufunda privirile adânc în oglinzile Google-ului și atunci vor trimite vânătorul cel iscusit să scoată inima frumoaslor mele creații, deși, slavă Domnului e loc pentru toată lumea. Am terminat la Iași Facultatea de Cibernetică. Am cunoscut destui informaticieni care își iau un aer de superioritate datorită cunoștințelor lor. Informatica e doar o unealtă. Nu te face cu nimic mai presus decât pensionara din Cișmigiu care mânuiește andrelele sau croșetează. Lumea mea...
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SSorin
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John Enache McGogoo
so... i dont have one but u can visit my blog: http://360.yahoo.com/johnnykid9 i hope u will like it
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FAFallen Angel
so hard to survive.. i fell i cant stand it anymore... y? just y?
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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So long, goodbye
de Laurentiu
See, yesterday thought that you said Though time will pass you\'ll still be here, And now I\'m laying on the bed Without having you love, my dear. ............................................ Six...
Flowers and Answers
de Coana Loenida
She sat in rapt contemplation of the tiny tender flower she was slowly, methodically destroying. She wondered at how this age-old childhood ritual had come to hold so much importance to her now. “He...
Bowery Blues
de Jack Kerouac
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don\'t know why Something so conditional And all talk Should hurt me so. I am hurt I am scared I want to live I want to die I don\'t know Where to...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
Lil\' Beethoven
de Florescu Bogdan
Exista lucruri pe le trecem cu vederea pentru simplul fapt ca ar putea sa ne tulbure constiinta si strafundurile prea tare cu frumusetea lor. Un astfel de lucru este Lil\' Beethoven, al 19-lea album...
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...
a l`enterrement d`Sidney Bechet y`avait des flûtes des clarinettes, SO LONG BIG MAN
de Bogdan Geana
sidney bechet emitea prost notele de la si tu vois ma mére însă nimeni cu desăvârșire nu și-ar fi permis să îi atragă atenția. odată împușcase o femeie numai pentru că bărbatul de lângă ea îl acuzase...
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de melinte dan
I felt lonely for so long God I need a helping hand. este strigatul meu.de fapt nici asta nu e al meu e preluat desigur, n-are rost sa precizez de unde.oricum mi se pare ca tot ce-as putea scrie sau...
i miss you
de cosmin fleseriu
i miss you terrible and sometimes the day are so long without you but come the sunset i know i\'ll be just fine because you will be here in my dreams where you always be mine.
Little Miss Lover
de Jimi Hendrix
Little Miss Lover Where have you been in this world for so long? Excuse me while I see if that gypsy in me is right If you don\'t mind. Well, he signals me okay So I think it\'s safe to say I\'m...