"The Miss of Samos" – 11441 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchJack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac (1922-1969) The American writer Jack Kerouac, b. Jean Louis Kerouac, Lowell, Mass., Mar. 12, 1922, d. Oct. 21, 1969, became the leading chronicler of the beat generation, a term that he coined to label a social and literary movement in the 1950s. After studying briefly at Columbia University, he achieved fame with his spontaneous and unconventional prose, particularly the novel On the Road (1957). After the success of this work Kerouac produced a series of thematically and structurally similar novels, including The Dharma Bums and The Subterraneans (both 1958), Doctor Sax (1959), Lonesome Traveler (1960), and Big Sur (1962). His loosely structured, autobiographical works reflect a peripatetic life, with warm but stormy relationships and a deep social disillusionment assuaged by drugs, alcohol, mysticism, and biting humor.
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paulo coelho
Paulo Coelho was born in 1947 into a middle-class family, the son of Pedro, an engineer, and Lygia, a housewife. At seven, he entered the Jesuit school of San Ignacio in Rio de Janeiro. Paulo came to detest the obligatory nature of religious practice. However, although he hated praying and going to mass, there were compensations. In the school\'s austere corridors, Paulo discovered his true vocation: to be a writer. He won his first literary prize in a school poetry competition, and his sister, Sonia, recounts how she won an essay prize by entering something that Paulo had discarded in the wastepaper bin. \"Paulo Coelho is not only one of the most widely read, but also one the most influential authors writing today,\" wrote the Bambi awards in Germany. \"His books have had a life-enhancing impact on millions of people\" wrote The Times in UK. To date a sum of 280 translations in 59 languages have been published with sales totalling almost 56 million copies in 150 countries. For 15...
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Silvio C. Cantelli
Silvio C. Cantelli EXETER - Silvio C. Cantelli, 80, of 8 Hampton Road, died Friday, March 28, 2003 at SunBridge for Exeter. He was born Feb. 15, 1923 in Boston, the son of the late Carlo and Maria (Giberti) Cantelli. He was raised in Somerville, Mass., where he was a 1944 graduate of Somerville High School. He had resided for many years in Cambridge, Mass., before moving to Exeter in 1999. He worked as a factory clerk for Cambion Inc., a Cambridge electronics manufacturer. Mr. Cantelli is survived by a son, Stephen C. Cantelli of Exeter; a sister, Rena A. Stahlman of Winchester, Mass.; a grandson; a great-granddaughter; and several cousins.
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FPFluerașu Petre
Petre Andrei Fluerașu s-a născut în 1987, în București. A urmat cursurile gimnaziale la liceul teoretic "Nicolae Iorga". A terminat cursurile liceale în cadrul Colegiului Național de Informatică "Tudor Vianu" din București. Experiență profesională: 2007 – redactor la ziarul studențesc The Bullet 2007-2008 – redactor colaborator la cotidianul Jurnalul Național, secțiunea Cultură Mass-Media 2008 – Internship în cadrul companiei Candole Partners, firma internațională specializată în “political and regulatory analysis, advocacy and lobby” În prezent: - student în anul al III-lea la "Facultatea de Jurnalism și Științele Comunicării (FJSC)" din cadrul Universității din București, specializarea Jurnalism - director al revistei de entertainment cultural ARCAD@ - managing partener Creative Area - membru al Asociației Studenților la Jurnalism și Comunicare (ASJC), organizație membru deplin în European Youth Press (EYP) - membru al "Societății Române de Haiku (SRH)" - membru al "Societății de...
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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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Alex Dan
21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...
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Matei Alexandru Marian
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About a girl who\'s been messing up my sleep
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I miss your playful voice climbing up to my ear, I miss your unreal embrace, and you being here, I miss your eyes and your smile and those lies of yours and how you\'re usually caught up in the...
Dracula
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Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
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I’m sick of being healthy In this world of sickness They miss the mental quickness I miss material wealthy ! This world has lacks of pleasure Even the love is random I quit finding a treasure I’m...
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...
tears
de blue
are tears of pain over a sad face, are tears gone in disgrace. are tears for fears, tears from the eyes I miss. are tears to cry as the leaves fall, are tears of blood over all. are shaded tears from...
Poem of Unspoken Words
de raluca
From time to time i miss what i didn\'t do and i smile at the recall of all the places I\'ve never been to.. Every now and then I cry thinking of all the iloveyou-s and tender words left unsaid...
I miss
de blue
I miss... I miss to hear in the morning the sound of love coming. I miss to look in your empty eyes, I miss those days when nobody cries. I miss to say “I love you!”, I miss to be a child and...
The Star-Splitter
de Robert Frost
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by...