"The suicide kid" – 11441 rezultate
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They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Hi
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Manuel Acuña
Manuel Acuña Narro (27 August 1849 – 6 December 1873) was a 19th-century Mexican writer. He focused on poetry, but also wrote some novels and plays. Even though he was famous at an early time of his life, he decided to commit suicide. It is not certain why he killed himself, but it is thought that he did so because of a woman. Acuña was born in the city of Saltillo, Coahuila, on August 27, 1849 to Francisco Acuña and Refugio Narro. He was taught how to write and read at an early age. Later he studied in the “Colegio Josefino”, in Saltillo. Around 1865 he was transferred to Mexico City to the School of San Ildefonso, where he entered as a full time student. Here he studied mathematics, Latin, French and philosophy. Acuña lived at a time at which Mexican society was dominated by philosophical-positivist intellectuality. Furthermore he was living as a romantic tendency in poetry was occurring. In January 1868, Acuña initiated his studies in medicine at the...
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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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Anca Emancipatu
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Pelin Razvan Romeo
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Criminali Umanitari
de Adrian Dorie
Articol din revista “Mass Destruction Today”, numarul 57 din 2191 (Rubrica ‘Criminals Against Humanity are human, too!’) “Ce vrei să te faci când vei fi mare?”. Cu lacrimi în ochi, copilul mă rugă...
By the sides of the same bridge
de Andrei Dumitrescu
By the sides of the same bridge colapsing Our hearts coliding, wearing the same stich fighting eachother to death playing with suicide, Taking on fate tonight as if it is our last dance on the chasm...
Mi-ati luat totul...
de Catalin M.
Aprilie, 01 - 2004 When my soul is bleeding, the only thing I can do... is healing it with death\" Clyde aka Catalin M. 2004 © All Rights Reserved Mi-ati luat totul... Mi-ati luat libertatea, M-ati...
Versiune
de Mariana Aurelia Gunță
Un intro indirect Dragile noastre proiecții, Cum să spun, știți, vreau război! Un „low batery” la toți Roboții din Terrabotica Ne va transporta zâmbind „In the other side”. Ce spuneți? Nu vreți...
A new me...
de Hoancea Catalin
This is what I have become! Once again a heart of stone… I cant take this anymore! My soul is dead… My heart is cold… ------------------------ So what if I want to die? Shut up and enjoy , My sweet...
Stupiditate crunta dar cosmopolita
de Iris Barbulescu
Hai s-o gandim asa: O dupa-amiaza emancipata si rece Mult, mult gri, un pictor retard, Cu frica de culoare de spital. Harmalaie cat sa nu se distinga nimic, Prostie cat cuprinde...eh. \"How do you...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Teatrul paradoxal la Antonin Artaud
de Ioana Petcu
“Le poète enfermé” de la persona la anima Scriitorul și omul de scenă francez, Antonin Artaud a fost poate nu atât de disputat ca figură socială, pe cât de neliniștit era spiritul său. Sigur că...
cascadă
de dan herciu
“fumătorii mor mai tineri “ poezie în 4 acte actul 1 “țigara întâi: kent blue vs. lucky light” jack, mascara, kenvelo, sex on the beach clubbing ca formă de emancipare supremă fete cu cravate de...
O viață (im)fuckingperfectă
de Raluca Moise
Mintea lui sângera idei – el nu putea scrie fluturi Și apoi el este un poet nici mai mult ca alții Nici mai puțin decât mine- așa ne place nouă să ne alintăm că lumina se scumpește și cum oare se duc...
