"The pie, the orgasm and the women" – 11442 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchDon McLean
Famed for -- and ultimately defined by -- his perennial \"American Pie,\" singer/songwriter Don McLean was born October 2, 1945, in New Rochelle, NY. After getting his start in the folk clubs of New York City during the mid-\'60s, McLean struggled for a number of years, building a small following through his work with Pete Seeger on the Clearwater, a sloop that sailed up and down the eastern seaboard to promote environmental causes. Still, McLean was primarily singing in elementary schools and the like when in 1970 he wrote a musical tribute to painter Vincent Van Gogh; the project was roundly rejected by a number of labels, although MediaArts did offer him a contract to record a number of his other songs under the title Tapestry. The album fared poorly, but Perry Como earned a hit with a cover of the track \"And I Love Her So,\" prompting United Artists to pick up McLean\'s contract. He returned in 1971 with American Pie; the title track, an elegiac eight-and-a-half-minute folk-pop...
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AAAnda Amir-Pinkerfeld
Scriitoare din Israel - născută 1902 - decedată 1981 Anda Pinkerfeld-Amir was born to an anti-Zionist family in Poland but became a committed Zionist who immigrated to Israel as a member of Ha-Shomer ha-Za'ir, abandoning her goal of writing in Polish to become instead a beloved writer of Hebrew poetry and children's literature. Anda Pinkerfeld was born in Rzeszow, Poland on June 26, 1902. Her father Joel Pinkerfeld, who served as an officer in the Polish army, was an architect who designed buildings in Galicia. Her family was assimilated and cultured; as anti-Zionists, they did not believe in the necessity of Hebrew or Jewish education. Anda wrote her first work in Polish, a prayer for the emancipation of Poland, when she was seven years old and published her first volume of Polish poetry (Pie’sni Zycia, Song of Life, 1921) when she was eighteen. In the wake of antisemitic pogroms in Lvov, Anda came under the sway of Ha-Shomer ha-Za’ir while a student at a Polish gymnasia and switched...
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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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Pelin Razvan Romeo
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Porn meditation
de Theodor Emilian Barbu
Porn has ruined it for me. I mean now I can never be with a girl who is less than perfect. Pretty just won’t do it anymore. It seems this is my curse. It’s hard even to talk to the ugly ones. That...
Curajul de a fi
de Serban Stanescu
Începând cam din anul 1994, pașii m-au purtat prin lumea afacerilor. Faptul de a lucra într-un domeniu de vârf --- tehnica de calcul --- și pătrunderea masivă a calculatoarelor personale în casele...
the dog
de George Potyng
se auzi: scârț-scârț. am tras mai aproape lanțul. sub picioare era cald. plouă? câinele din ograda vecinului spune că nu. delirez. m-am apropiat de zidul dinspre drum. - juju, juju! delirez? câinele...
The Pasture
de Robert Frost
I\'m going out to clean the pasture spring; I\'ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the clear water, I may): I shan\'t be gone long - You come too. I\'m going out to fetch the...
The Road Not Taken
de Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the...
the end
de iulian cimpoeșu
te-am întâlnit înspre bara tonurilor târzii ale timpului meu erai eroina unui striptease al simțurilor maltratate de-o unică trăire te dezgoleai de tot de mine aruncai veșmintele la second-hand-ul...
The Phœnix and the turtle
de William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever\'s...
The Muse & The Singer
de Doru Alexandru
[link] e cântul pasilor tai de vină că urma ți-o port pășindu-ți sub umbră sfios am învățat să încetez a cutremura gânduri acum le aștern pe filamente de lumină îngerii de zapadă au cules liniștea la...
The end?
de Mihai Meșter
Mă topesc singur pe tâmplele noastre e un fel de tic nervos mi-ai zis și denaturat m-am tăcut, as usual apoi mi-am vorbit prin tine over and over m-am săturat de voce ce ciudat, azi mâncăm un melc și...
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...