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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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Iulia Constantinescu

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nothing that could interest you...

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alice drogoreanuAD

alice drogoreanu

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things that only exist while I'm photographing them m-am născut pe 7 august iubesc lucruri derizorii. de obicei alb-negru. un pod. o apă. cerul liber. cărțile. mirosul de curat. asta poate fi o biografie sau asta http://krasavita.wordpress.com/ http://insunnyty.deviantart.com/ sunt undeva sus

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paul rotaru

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I am That I am nobody son of nobody he who is and he who is not

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Ankh JokerAJ

Ankh Joker

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They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Hi

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JM

Jim Morrison

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The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.

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Igor Ursenco

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CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?

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ionut

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"When a person is born They cry and the world laugh But let them live such a life That when they die they laugh And the world cries."

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Hal Sirowitz

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Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?

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David Bowie

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A consummate musical chameleon, David Bowie created a career in the Sixties and Seventies that featured his many guises: folksinger, androgyne, alien, decadent, blue-eyed soul man, modern rock star-each one spawning a league of imitators. His late-Seventies collaborations with Brian Eno made Bowie one of the few older stars to be taken seriously by the new wave. In the Eighties, Let\'s Dance (#1, 1983), his entree into the mainstream, was followed by attempts to keep up with current trends. David Jones took up the saxophone at age 13, and when he left Bromley Technical High School (where a friend permanently paralyzed Jones\' left pupil in a fight) to work as a commercial artist three years later, he had started playing in bands (the Konrads, the King Bees, David Jones and the Buzz). Three of Jones\' early bands -- the King Bees, the Manish Boys (featuring session guitarist Jimmy Page), and Davey Jones and the Lower Third -- each recorded a single. In 1966, after changing his name to...

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::exhibition 666::

de Sopov Joana

::exhibition 666:: A new scultpure,in the early morning, arrived beckoning critics, meanings to be derrived a beauitful structure cast in red emitting an inner glow, crimson shed arms out-stretched...

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The Killer in Me

de Raluca

It was the cold shiver of sudden understanding that woke me from the trance: had I really done it or was it just my imagination? And with quivering arms I raised the gun, its barrel hot and smoking,...

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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...

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Birds

de Saint-John Perse

A man at sea, feeling noon in the air, lifts his head at this wonder: a white gull opened on the sky, like a woman\'s hand before the flame of a lamp, elevating in daylight the pink translucence of a...

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A lover\'s complaint

de William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tun\'d tale; Ere long espied a...

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Ghost

de Alin Niculae

\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...

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Invictus

de William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as a Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under...

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EVERYBODY KNOWS

de Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice is loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost. Everybody knows the fight was fixed : the poor...

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Sonnet XVI

de William Shakespeare

But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy...

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Sonnet L

de William Shakespeare

How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel\'s end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say \'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!\' The beast that bears me,...

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