"The Dam" – 11439 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchCarla Ionita
I am the damnedest creature! I make you think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquerr. Will I weep when there are no more rules to break?
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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Boldizar Ruben
Born when y shouldn't exist here in this dammd world.wanna back! in to the haven....
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ÉGÉdouard Glissant
Edouard Glissant (born in Sainte-Marie, Martinique in 1928) is a French writer, poet and literary critic. He is widely recognised as being one of the most influential figures in Caribbean thought and cultural commentary. He studied at the Lycée Schoelcher, named after the abolitionist Victor Schoelcher, where the poet Aimé Césaire had studied and had come back to as a teacher. Césaire had met Léon Damas there; later in Paris they would join with Léopold Senghor, a poet and the future first president of Senegal, to formulate and promote the conecpt of négritude. Césaire did not teach Glissant, but did serve as an inspiration to him; another student at the school at that time was Franz Fanon. Glissant left Martinique in 1946 for Paris, where he received his PhD, having studied ethnography at the Musée de l'Homme and History and philosophy at the Sorbonne. He established, with Paul Niger, the separatist Front Antillo-Guyanais pour l'Autonomie party in 1959, as a result of which Charles...
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Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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ODolga alexandra diaconu
OLGA ALEXANDRA DIACONU Poet, prose writer, essayist; Education: Faculty of Letters, 1971 Occupation: teacher of Romanian and French Language and Literature; Date of birth: April 19, 1948; Place of birth: Moreni city, Dâmboviţa department; First published in a literary magazine: the Luceafărul magazine, the 4th of November, 1974; First published book: 1993 Ed. Helga, Iasi, with the volume of poetry “The right to immortality”; Other volumes published: the essay “Creation and creativity in the vision of Mircea Eliade”, Sedcom Libris, Iasi, 2001; “The round of elements”, Augusta, Timișoara, 2003, poems; “Waiting for a wave to come”, Augusta Art Press, Timișoara, 2005, novel; “The eye of Eve”, Cronica, Iasi, 2007, poetry - Second prize in religious poetry contest Daniil Sandu Tudor, initiated by Radio România Cultural, Vatra Dornei, 2007; “The light of the Mountain”, Timpul 2007, poetry - The special prize for poetry in Romanian Competition Poesia e arti figurative prose - Il...
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ADAlfred Döblin
Alfred Döblin (n. 10 august 1878, Stettin — d. 28 iunie 1957, Emmendingen, lîngă Freiburg) a fost un scriitor german, considerat a fi unul din principalii reprezentanți ai expresionismului în literatură. Lucrarea ce i-a adus notorietate mondială este romanul Berlin Alexanderplatz (1929). Romanul "Berlin Alexanderplatz" (povestea lui Franz Biberkopf) a fost publicat și în România, (ediția 1, Editura Romanul secolului XX, 1987; ediția a 2-a, Editura Paralela 45, Pitești, 2005), traducere și note de Ion Roman. *** = Selected bibliography = Die Ermordung einer Butterblume Die drei Sprünge des Wang-Lun (The Three Leaps of Wang-Lun) Wadzeks Kampf mit der Dampfturbine Der schwarze Vorhang Wallenstein Berge, Meere und Giganten (Mountains, Seas and Giants) Die beiden Freundinnen und ihr Giftmord Reise in Polen (Journey To Poland) Manas Berlin Alexanderplatz Die Ehe Unser Dasein Babylonische Wandrung (Babylonian Wandering) Pardon wird nicht gegeben (Men Without Mercy) Amazonas-Trilogie (Vol. 1...
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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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The Naming of Cats
de T.S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn\'t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I\'m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have three different names. First of...
::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...
Davinci
de bataus cati georgiana
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519) Leonardo da Vinci was the embodiment of the Renaissance ideal of the universal man, the first artist to attain complete mastery over all branches of art. He was a...
rainbows and death
de Zavera Ioan Alexandru
i see gray clouds , gliding on the night\'s immaculate sky , and from them falling ... dropping towards the ground , dead butterflies with broken wings and shadowy colors , but why ... this is unreal...
defectul de seră asupra cristalelor Svarowski
de George Asztalos
ei bine taie-mi și mie o felie de carte poethele meu vorbesc serios acum s-au încățelit tristețile cu seriozitatea nu ești un con-sacrat serios dacă nu mai și întristezi pe deasupra ca noaptea cu lux...
Þiganul II
de Shalom Ben_Gal
Þiganul II Își pipăie fruntea și o simte arzînd. Piciorul îi este bandajat cu o pînză curată, dar vede că singele a răzbătut prin ea. Ușa se deschide și intră un barbat în vîrstă cu o trusă medicală....
Viata unei \"cutii\"
de Nitu Alexandru
Cine esti tu sa zici ca-s prost ? Cine esti tu sa crezi ca ai ceva in plus fata de mine ? Cine te-a mintit in a crede ca esti mai destept si mai frumos decat mine? Rapsunde-mi, te rog......
The Dude Bandit
de Adrian Firica
- E greu de presupus că nu ar exista o recompensă a zilelor pe care le trăim. Nu te oprește nimeni și nimic să te gândești la ceva, sau să schimbi câteva vorbe înainte de a adormi. Se cuvenea să...
”The cool man”
de Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu
Doar sâmbata trăim Și suntem tineri... Poate și vineri... Restul nu muncim. Doar vânăm nururi Și avem mașini. Trăim din tunuri, Nu știm de rușini. Și-avem ”fetițe” Nu să le iubim; Le vindem ”fițe” Și...
The positive shit
de George Asztalos
oamenii te vor optimist dar luzăr așa un fel de banc prost ăsta ar fi idealul lor comunitar să gîndești pozitiv în nenorocirea ei de viață să fii absent la toate nasoliile ei oribile pentru că însuși...