"The Doors" – 11433 rezultate
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Jim Morrison
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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ANAndreea Neacsu
Born on 22.11.1985, somewhere in the Realm of Dreams. As in any other world, this one has forbidden doors. Doors that I always tried to open.
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KVKatri Vala
( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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SHSelima Hill
Poet Selima Hill was born on 13 October 1945 in London, England and grew up in rural England and Wales. She read Moral Sciences at New Hall, Cambridge (1965-7). She regularly collaborates with artists and has worked on multimedia projects with the Royal Ballet, Welsh National Opera and BBC Bristol. She is a tutor at the Poetry School in London, and has taught creative writing in hospitals and prisons. Selima Hill won first prize in the 1988 Arvon Foundation/Observer International Poetry Competition for her long poem The Accumulation of Small Acts of Kindness, and her 1997 collection, Violet, was shortlisted for the Forward Poetry Prize (Best Poetry Collection of the Year), the T. S. Eliot Prize and the Whitbread Poetry Award. Her book of poetry, Bunny (2001), a series of poems about a young girl growing up in the 1950s, won the Whitbread Poetry Award. Selima Hill lives in Dorset. Her most recent book of poetry is The Hat (2008).
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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 Shadow
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BBBen Ber
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The Doors
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Ziua de azi a fost cu un dram mai lunga decat celelalte parca... Mai altfel invelita intre norii de siclam, mai alta... Am vazut un film astazi. The Doors. La cinemateca. cu Val Kilmer, Meg Ryan,...
the doors. on fire
de Vasile Munteanu
nu. nu voi scrie despre clasici ai muzicii. ci despre uși. m-am săturat să comunicăm prin ferestre duplicitare. prin perdele de ceață. în care lumina se zbate cu inconștiența fluturelui în plasa de...
Doors Of The Temple
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
Many are the doors of the spirit that lead Into the inmost shrine: And I count the gates of the temple divine, Since the god of the place is God indeed. And these are the gates that God decreed...
Hardly had I left the house
de Dorin Popa
when, all of the sudden,implacable all the doors closed hermetically exactly when I was about to leave this house this life this death oh, so many things are to be done when nothings is left to be...
Insomniac
de Razvan Dragoi
“…And thank God that I’m not aware and thank your God that I just don’t care oh and I guess that I just don’t know and I guess that I just don’t know.” (The Doors- Heroin) Ploua marunt si picaturile...
femeia-muzică
de Alexandru Gheție
da există femeia-muzică ea nu mă iubește ile se plimbă prin herăstrău prin trivale pe malul someșului bea nectar de piersici poartă mânuși colorate caută un colț ascuns să asculte the doors mângâie...
stufstock 2004
de marjus dasad
pot sa fiu foarte fericit- am putin timp sa va scriu insa intre un cuvant sau altul pot pune o virgula de-a latul: acum Enigma, multumesc mult, fara nici o legatura cu muzica rock, insa tocmai am...
notre raison d\'être
de emilian valeriu pal
în fiecare zi la ora patru după-amiază fetele de la apartamentele sociale ies după chiștoace. simulează că nu au vreo țintă se opresc în fața vreunui bar sau magazin își fac de lucru cu sandalele...
Echinocțiu
de Alina Manole
nu te mai aștept timpul necesar lunii s-a scurs în atingere nodurile se desfac senzual dinții tăi mai trec centurile van allen zonele de anomalie canonul și celelalte straturi interioare orbitând...
resturi de idei
de katy matkovski
Umbre tăcute își găsesc azi locul printre noi. Umbre negre se arestează prin unghere. * * * nu uita să privești cerul * * * Văzul ochiului obosit de soartă cade neatent, Se aud în depărtare replici...