"Spirits of the dead" – 8155 rezultate
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AJadrian jigăranu
25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...
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EBElizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979), was an American poet and writer from Worcester, Massachusetts. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, and a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956. Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. After her father died when she was eight months old, Bishop’s mother descended into mental illness and was institutionalized in 1916. Although Bishop’s mother would live until 1934 in an asylum, they would not meet again. Effectively orphaned, Bishop lived with her grandparents in Nova Scotia, a period she would later idealize in her writing. Bishop boarded at the Walnut Hill School in Natick, Massachusetts, where her first poems were published by her friend Frani Blough in a student magazine. She entered Vassar College in the fall of 1929, shortly before the stock market crash. In 1933 she co-founded Con Spirito, a rebel literary magazine at Vassar, with writer Mary McCarthy (one year her senior), Margaret...
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NNNaomi Shihab Nye
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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fara cuvinte
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Relu N. Sordok
1983
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LGLaciu Georgiana-Andreea
Sunt un Rac apărut pe lume într-o dimineață de iulie,în vara anului 1990. Marile mele pasiuni sunt: muzica scrisul animalele desenul în creion limba engleză fotografia plimbările în natură fie pe jos,fie cu bicicleta cărțile filmele bune serialele polițiste și despre supranatural cafeaua radio Guerrilla South Park gătitul ezoterismul (ordinea nu este importantă,toate fiind pe primul loc în inima mea) Dacă ai poate pasiuni comune,vrei să mă critici sau vrei să discutăm,mă găsești astfel: id messenger: andreealaciu email: andreealaciu@yahoo.com Vă voi răspunde,indiferent de motivul pentru care sunt contactată!
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OAOnici Ana-Maria
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GEORGIANA ELENA PAVEL
" Sunt spirit din lacrimile unui inger fara aripi! "
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ICIakab Cornelia Claudia
Sunt un spirit. M-am aratat în 8.08.1971 duminică la ora 8 dimineata. Omul e in imaginatia mea, il framant, dospeste. Intr-o zi imi voi ascunde chipul iar. carpe_diem464
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vranceanu robert iulian
stari de spirit
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de felix nicolau
Motto: ‘Let heav’n kiss earth! Now let not Nature’s hand Keep the wild flood confin’d! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a lingering act; But let one spirit...
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de felix nicolau
‘Let heav’n kiss earth! Now let not Nature’s hand Keep the wild flood confin’d! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a lingering act; But let one spirit of the...
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