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Joe Milky

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VF

Vlad Fratila

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M-am nascut recent, am avut vise si iluzii, am trait si am simtit, am vazut si am regretat, am auzit si am plans...si am impresia ca ascultand Bjork, chiar le-am vazut pe toate, si nu mai am nimic de vazut.

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nicoleta d.

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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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Naomi Shihab NyeNN

Naomi Shihab Nye

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Naomi Shihab Nye was born on March 12, 1952, in St. Louis, Missouri, to a Palestinian father and an American mother. During her high school years, she lived in Ramallah in Jordan, the Old City in Jerusalem, and San Antonio, Texas, where she later received her B.A. in English and world religions from Trinity University. Nye is the author of numerous books of poems, including You and Yours (BOA Editions, 2005), which received the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award, as well as 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East (2002), a collection of new and selected poems about the Middle East, Fuel (1998), Red Suitcase (1994), and Hugging the Jukebox (1982). Nye gives voice to her experience as an Arab-American through poems about heritage and peace that overflow with a humanitarian spirit. About her work, the poet William Stafford has said, \"her poems combine transcendent liveliness and sparkle along with warmth and human insight. She is a champion of the literature of encouragement and...

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Gheorghe Oncioiu

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Născut - comuna Sărulești, jud.Buzău. Absolvent liceu - 1964. Absolvent facultate de stomatologie București - 1975.

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RM

ron mael

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In collaboration with vocalist brother Russell, composer/keyboardist Ron Mael was the mastermind behind the skewed pop smarts and wiseguy wordplay of cult favorite Sparks. Born August 12, 1950, in Culver City, CA, Mael spent his childhood modeling young men\'s apparel for mail-order catalogues; while attending UCLA in 1970, he and Russell formed their first group, Halfnelson. Although Todd Rundgren produced the band\'s self-titled 1971 debut, their quirky, tongue-in-cheek art pop initially failed to find an audience. After their manager successfully convinced the Maels to change the group\'s name, however, Sparks almost reached the Hot 100 with the single \"Wonder Girl.\" 1972\'s sublimely bizarre A Woofer in Tweeter\'s Clothing cemented the band\'s cult status, and scored another near-hit with \"Girl From Germany.\" Following the Maels\' relocation to England, 1974\'s glam-bubblegum opus Kimono My House reached the Top Five on the U.K. album charts and spawned two major British hits,...

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René DepestreRD

René Depestre

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René Depestre (born 29 August 1926) is a Haitian poet and communist. He lived in Cuba as an exile from the Duvalier regime for many years and was a founder of the Casa de las Americas publishing house. He is best known for his poetry. The city of Jacmel, his birthplace, is often evoked in his poetry and his novels, in particular Hadriana In All My Dreams (1988). He did his primary studies with the Breton Brothers of Christian Instruction. His father died in 1936 and Rene Depestre left his mother, his two brothers and his two sisters to go live with his maternal grandmother. From 1940 to 1944, he completed his secondary studies at the Pétion college in Port-au-Prince. Étincelles (Sparks), his first collection of poetry, appeared in 1945, prefaced by Edris Saint-Amand. He was only nineteen years old when the work was published. The poems were influenced by the marvelous realism of Alejo Carpentier, who planned a conference on this subject in Haiti in 1942. Depestre created a weekly...

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Adrienne RichAR

Adrienne Rich

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Adrienne Cecile Rich is an American poet, essayist and feminist. She has been called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20t century Adrienne Rich was born in Baltimore, Maryland on May 16, 1929. Her father, Arnold Rice Rich, was a professor of medicine at Johns Hopkins Medical School. Her mother, Helen Jones Rich, studied musical composition and was a concert pianist but after becoming a wife and mother, she focused her life entirely on her husband and two daughters. Adrienne Rich's early poetic influence stemmed from her father who encouraged her to not only read but also to write her own poetry. Her interest in literature was sparked within her father's library where she read the work of writers such as Matthew Arnold, William Blake, Thomas Carlyle, John Keats, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Adrienne Rich and her younger sister were home schooled by their mother until Adrienne began public education in the fourth grade....

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Yours

de Lia Miruna Dumitrache

You’ve left rains of dust on my cheeks On my eyelids and eyes Though it’s been enough weeks And I vowed not to cry. My right arm seems to tremble Because of a weight that is no more And I’m lonely,...

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Diving inside you

de Feather B

I’m diving in the deep end of my life. What for? Too many reasons... But they never understand me... They didn;t, they don’t and they won’t Understand me. Diving in the deep end of a fight. Where you...

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A lung-full

de Dragos

The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...

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hunting

de Acsy Mark

Where did my inspiration go when I could fly and had a flow? Why did my inspiration fade... cut from it\'s roots by s strange blade? Like diamonds sparkled then my eyes untamed then by the “what...

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Mama

de ion untaru

Era o zi ploioasă Întorcându-mă acasă Mașina m-a condus Spre tine Spre mormântul tău... Aș putea oare să uit cât de mult îți plăcea ție ploaia? Marmora albă și udă A mormântului tău Strălucea la fel...

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Venus din Mila Domnului

de carmen mihaela visalon

Follow up: http://www.agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/198061/index.html & Profetiile lui Nil Atonitul* Corsets, camisoles, culottes \"Ala, bala, portocala, Iesi fetită, la portită, Că te-asteaptă Talion,...

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Lacrimi mentolate

de cristina minea

mestec bomboane cu baneze fascinată de teleenciclopedia aha care vasăzică americanii sunt ăia care umblă la costum și cu pălărie baston umbrelă și ce bune sunt banezele astea din bomboane foarte bune...

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Experimentul Aman - partea a III a

de Ioan Dan

...Reusi sa traverseze curtea spitalului fara sa fie observat. Ajuns in parculetul de langa statia de metrou Eroilor, se aseza pe o banca, stapanindu-si anevoie emotia. Se simtea foarte slabit, se...

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never the same: Romania and Bulgaria

de Felix-Gabriel Lefter

Never the same: Romania and Bulgaria Suspicious, holding the blade in trembling hands, always carrying on each other trouble, or superiority, as it takes, competing, hating, trying to do something...

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sparkling

de Daniela Bîrzu

sacha deschide ochii. îngropat în automatisme, orașul îi transformă inima într-o casă frumoasă. în casă ninge, o să vină crăciunul. o să avem mâncare de la supermarket. pisicile or să toarcă un basm...

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leviatând șparole

de Bogdan Nicolae Groza

leviatând șparole am înnins cerverul cu buricii-n jeb usturat de urizci nesfiind rezon dau cu cercevelul și mă-nreb tenot ce beu io aici? baște sap de-a surda vreme de tri poli fantabând intruna fără...

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metamorfoză cu infinitul

de Ana Gabriel-Laurențiu

credeam că am reușit spărsesem zidul alb imaculat și dintr-o dată un altul apare mai alb plec dar unde? în față un zid în spate un alb zidurile se apropiau se contopeau și eu odată cu ele treceam...

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