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Carmen Harra

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Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...

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Pete Brown

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(b 25 Dec. \'40, London) Poet, lyricist, singer, producer, percussionist. Active on London jazz-poetry scene early \'60s, then worked with Cream, writing lyrics for hits \'Sunshine Of Your Love\', \'White Room\', \'I Feel Free\', \'Politician\' etc which he said would pay the rent for the rest of his life. After Cream split \'68 he continued to work with Jack Bruce (see his entry), also his own Jazz Poetry \'66, A Meal You Can Shake Hands With In The Dark \'69 (as Pete Brown and His Battered Ornaments, Chris Spedding on guitar), Things May Come And Things May Go, But The Art School Dance Goes On Forever \'72, and Thousands On A Raft \'70 (as Pete Brown and Piblokto, with Jim Mullen). He worked with other groups; an album of demos by Back To The Front was later issued. He co-led Bond and Brown with Graham Bond \'72 (see Bond\'s entry); was part-time A&R and producer for Deram \'73--5; well-received poetry album The Not Forgotten Association \'73 had backing incl. Viv Stanshall on tuba....

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Brian Wilson Aldiss

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Data nașterii 18 august 1925 - East Dereham, Norfolk, England Brian Wilson Aldiss, scriitor britanic, antologist si critic, si-a publicat prima carte, "The Brightfount Diaries", in 1955. In acelasi an a castigat primul premiu literar pentru nuvela "Not For an Age". Cel mai popular scriitor SF din Marea Britanie al sfarsitului secolului 20, este faimos pentru stilul lui, imagistica, surealism si o atitudine degajata fata de sex mai degraba decat pentru utilizarea stiintei. Primul roman "Non-Stop" (1958), este considerat un clasic al SF-ului. Aldiss a fost recunoscut in anii 60 ca unul dintre autorii SF ai “noului val”. Last Orders and Other Stories (1977) Pile (1979; Poem) New Arrivals, Old Encounters (1979) Moreau's Other Island (1980) The Squire Quartet Life In The West (1980) Forgotten Life (1988) Remembrance Day (1993) Somewhere East Of Life (1994) The Helliconia Trilogy Seasons in Flight (1984) Courageous New Planet (c. 1984) The Year before Yesterday (1987); A fix-up of Equator...

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the crow

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un spectru bantuie Europa

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The Rave parties going JesterTJ

The Rave parties going Jester

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nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect

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The Shadow

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Ben Ber

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Alex Dan

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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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Anca Emancipatu

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Pull the plug off

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Pull the plug of the stereo, Let\'s listen to the absence of the music on some quiet bench on the forgotten streets of Borneo, Going round our brains and taking place as bleeding symposiums into our...

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Mai târziu

de Dafina David

Am luat cu mâna aceasta melcul pe care l-ai chemat din varza lui albăstruie, pe pătrățelele de piatră. Praful se albește virgin, soarele a mugit în dreptul meu și mi-am spus Melli, fetița cu...

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Postcard to The Past

de Ohm

The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...

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Life On The Speedball

de Laura Sylvia Dragomir

Life on the speedball Is like driving your race-car Out into space. Survival is not essential, Though the stars in your head Push you forward. What matters if this Is the edge of destruction? You...

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Athanasia

de Oscar Wilde

To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...

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BLUE

de cristina boruga

One day a butterfly set on my nose and sais: I want you to speak about blue as if this is the last time a minute has 60 seconds. Well, I know blue is the colour of my coffee cup in the morning. I...

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sally

de Augusta Graham

liver sickness is no good unless you are good with liver sickness. I’m not afraid of canned beans or fruit sofas. last night I spoke to sally and he said his arm is afraid of sickness. then the liver...

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The October Night

de bayar

The October night evaded from my past Searching for something too big to grasp It made me wonder what was the point of it all Why go to sleep if you do not want to fall? The October night, so cold,...

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It\'s all forgotten now

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Metallic wings and magic rings, It\'s all forgotten now... Blitzkriegs and serpent dreams, it\'s all forgotten now... Death and honor and seeings on higher grounds, all forgotten now... Bloody swords...

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A lung-full

de Dragos

The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...

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