"Soul Desire" – 6866 rezultate
0.03 secundeMeilisearchAxel Lenn
Activitate: - redactor sef al revistelor Un altar cu singuratati, Ioan Maiorescu, Catcher – C.N. Carol I, Craiova - redactor sef al revistei A Doua Veghe – UMF Craiova - redactor al revistei virtuale Sisif, E-Leonardo - Cenaclul Al. Macedonski, C.N. Carol I, Craiova - Cenaclul Litera, Craiova - Societatea Scriitorilor din Oltenia - Cenaclul Colinele Vietii, UMF Craiova Colaborari: - rev. Traian, Deva - Cuvantul Libertatii – supliment cultural, Craiova - Museum, Craiova - Litera, Craiova - Noi, NU! Bun de tipar: - Victor Stoicea, Mihai-Ciprian Stoicea – "Despre cele sapte minuni ale lumii antice", Ed. SITECH, Craiova 2001, ISBN – 973-657-164-5 - Axel H.Lenn – "Letters from the Soul" (An International Poetry Anthology), The International Library of Poetry, USA 2002, Library of Congress ISBN – 0-7951-5160-8 - Axel H.Lenn – "The Sound of Poetry" (CD Anthology), Library of Congress, USA 2002 - Axel H.Lenn – grafica si prezentare pentru volumul de poezie "In numele iubirii" – Raissa Simion,...
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Géo Norge
Norge, pseudonyme de Georges Mogin, né le 2 juin 1898 à Bruxelles et décédé le 25 octobre 1990 à Mougins, est un poète belge francophone . L'auteur signait initialement Géo Norge, mais a tôt modifié son nom en Norge, nom sous lequel il a publié la quasi totalité de son œuvre, et sous lequel il désirait être connu. Le nom de Géo ou Geo Norge se retrouve toutefois souvent dans les bibliographies, dans la mesure où la présence d'un prénom est plus conforme aux habitudes de ces dernières. Georges Mogin est né le 2 juin 1898 à Molenbeek-Saint-Jean (Bruxelles) au sein d'une famille bourgeoise. Son père est d'origine française (il est le descendant d'un protestant ayant fui la France après la révocation de l'Édit de Nantes). Il fait ses études classiques au collège Saint-Michel puis à l'École allemande. D'un premier mariage, en 1918, naîtra un fils, l'écrivain Jean Mogin (qui sera l'époux de la poétesse Lucienne Desnoues). Pendant 34 ans, il sera représentant de commerce en textiles pour...
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John Saul
John Saul s-a nascut pe data de 25 februarie 1942 in Pasadena, California si a crescut in Whittier. A absolvit in 1959 Whittier High School. A inceput mai multe facultati (Antioch, in Ohio, Cerritor, in Norwalk, California, Montana State University si San Francisco State College) fiind atras mai mult de antropologie, teatru si arta, dar nereusind niciodata sa obtina vreo diploma. Dupa ce a plecat de la colegiu, a decis ca cea mai buna modalitate de a absolvi un colegiu ar fi prin publicarea unui roman, fapt care l-a determinat ca urmatorii 15 ani sa lucreze in diverse domenii, in paralel scriind mai multe manuscrise ce spera ca vor fi publicate. Indiferent daca ar fi fost vorba despre probeme industriale sau eforturile unei dactilografe, John este in masura sa redacteze un material captivant si interesant. Anii acestia au generat o colectie interesanta de manuscrise nepublicate, si in mod firesc fara realizari materiale. La un moment dat a gasit un agent in New York, caruia ia trimis...
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victor
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radu
vesnic atent, cu privirea pe tine.
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aurora bahan
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Alexx
Absolvent de liceu, actualmente student..nu stiu de am inceput sa scriu..poate k nimeni nu ma intelege..
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Lita Simona
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Dan Elena
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Olteanu Marius Stefan
Munceste ca si cum nu ai avea nevoie de bani. Iubeste ca si cand nimeni nu te-a facut sa suferi. Danseaza ca si cand nimeni nu te vede. Canta de parca nu te-ar auzi nimeni. Traieste ca si cand ar fi ultima zi pe pamant. Cand iti vine sa plangi, adu-ti aminte de clipele in care zambeai, cand simti ca viata nu are nici un rost gandeste-te la cei ce mai au doar o zi de trait, cand simti ca vrei sa mori gandeste-te ca altii ar da orice sa traiasca....iubeste-ti viata si mai ales prietenii...E cel mai de pret lucru.
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In Tempore Senectutis
de Ezra Pound
When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad in your remembrance Of the careless, mad-heart semblance That the wind hath blown away When I am...
My Everything
de Tia
You are my heart, You are my soul, You are my life This you should know. You are my love, My deepest desire, When I think of you My heart burns like fire. I love you deeply, I hope this you know,...
Blood red love
de Ileana Ioan
I wish that I could eat your heart But only for to be inside it; To nourish you from my own blood; To keep your life from dying… I wish I could become a part Of your desire and your soul; To be a...
Spam
de dan bortoc
My dearest stranger repudiate not my words for lack of proper signature nor impersonal deem my reply but mark it on your screen as nothing of consequence. blush I desire not to notice thy cheeks on...
The Kiss
de pop ciprian
The kiss The beauty I can see in you it\'s coming from the eyes and body, But, above all, it\'s coming from the soul! And even now, as I imagine you in front of me My wish goes far beyond the body...
Dive in my vein
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dive in my vein, I\'m alive... Feel my pain strifeing outside the walls, Take a dive down the pipes into my soul, Dig into my story... your wing on my clouds, your Ming dinasty nails into my hair,...
the despisers of the body
de Friedrich Nietzsche
4. The Despisers of the Body TO THE despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus be dumb....
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 3) ACT I SCENE III A room in Polonius\' house. [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] LAERTES My necessaries are embark\'d: farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Proverbs of Hell
de William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...
