"The immortality" – 11441 rezultate
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Adresa mea de mail: yvory_ender@yahoo.com Adresa de yahoo messenger: yvory_ender Data nasterii 15 dec '84 AMV-uri create de mine: http://www.youtube.com/user/yvoryender http://www.youtube.com/user/inuyashatokagome2 In prezent - Proiect de Cercetare in Japonia - Tokyo Of what use is the draught of immortality to me? Now that we shell never see each other again, And I spend my days shedding enough tears to float upon their wake. Ma proclam rege al strangatorilor. Sunt o veriga de legatura dar functionez ca un intreg. Imi ridic privirea spre teluri inalte si dau lovituri ferme si sigure. Viata imi este o calatorie presarata de bucurii. Fiecare cautare trebuie sa sfarseasca intr-o noua expeditie. Sunt progres, exploatare si intuitie. Sunt pantecul unde germineaza actiunea. EDUCATION - Aprilie 2009 - Tokyo, Japan - Research Student - Oct.-Nov. 2009 – Meiji Daigaku 50th Anniversary Symposium – Innovation within Square Enix Corporation - Sept. 2008- Mart. 2009 Esslingen Hochschule -...
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olga 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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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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Robert Sheckley
Robert Sheckley, born in 1928, grew up in New Jersey and served in Korea before selling his first story in 1951. A master of satire and irony whose work has been called \"galactic humor,\" Sheckley was one of the first to portray gadgets that think for humans, such as intelligent refrigerators. Among his classic stories are \"Shape\", \"Specialist\", \"Seventh Victim\", and \"Warm\" (all 1953), \"The Prize of Peril\" (1958), \"The Store of the Worlds\" (1959), \"The People Trap\" (1968), and \"Can You Feel Anything When I Do This?\" (1969); \"Shall We Have a Little Talk?\" (1965) and \"What Is Life?\" (1976) were Nebula and World Fantasy award nominees respectively. Early story collections Untouched by Human Hands (1954), Citizen in Space (1955), and Pilgrimage to Earth (1957) were followed by others in the \'60s and \'70s, with retrospective The Collected Short Fiction of Robert Sheckley published in 5 volumes in 1991. Sheckley\'s first novel Immortality Inc. (1959) was an expanded...
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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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The Rave parties going Jester
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
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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A spirt passed before me
de George Gordon Noel Byron
From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled - Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine - And there it stood, -all formless -but divine: Along my bones the...
Churchill\'s Grave
de George Gordon Noel Byron
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed With not the less of sorrow and of awe On that neglected turf and quiet stone,...
Față în față cu moartea
de Lucia Daramus
Articol publicat în revista TOMIS, februarie, 2005 Față în față cu moartea Lucia DÃRÃMUȘ. „Toată viața este un proces de distrugere. Singura reușită pe care o poți concepe în acest proces lent sau...
The change of the heart
de Gondos Ana
I started long ago a journey And ended up with an attorney, To plead my innocence to others, Ans it was fair enough to witness The Phoenix and the change of the heart And a writer who played well his...
Perils of the Small Hours
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
When life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening\'s books are read, I sit alone, save for the dead And the lovers I have grown to hate. But all at once the narrow gloom Of hatred and...
Midnight fantasy
de Lorena
Shadows danced in the night staggering with velvet rain drops… Hello there, the shadow from my nightmare… u’r still crawling in wind and dust and you look at me so scared, so lonely, with nobody to...
Ode to Thor
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Rising his hammer once more breaking in his flight the smoothen edge of the eternal femur with a twisted dark love- natural born obscure, With his earth hammer of blood the god of all gods,Thor,...
Earthly
de Arseny Tarkovsky
Earthly If I\'d been destined at birth To lie in the lap of the gods, I\'d have been reared by a heavenly wet-nurse On the holy milk of the clouds. I\'d be god of a stream or a garden, Keeping watch...
Life, life
de Arseny Tarkovsky
I don\'t believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not exist. Everyone\'s immortal. Everything is too. No point in fearing death at seventeen, Or...
life, life
de Arseny Tarkovsky
1 I don\'t believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not exist. Everyone\'s immortal. Everything is too. No point in fearing death at seventeen, Or...
