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Novica TadiæNT

Novica Tadiæ

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Novica Tadiæ was born in 1949 and has lived most of his life in Belgrade. The author of fourteen previous collections of poetry, including The Object of Ridicule, Monster, and The Unknown, he is the most-respected living Serbian poet. Tadiæ has won almost every major Serbian literary award, including the prestigious Laureat Nagrade. In the last two decades, he has served as editor of several Serbian literary magazines. Tadiæ's books of poems have been translated into more than two dozen languages.

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silviu vasileSV

silviu vasile

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Attopoet Jurist, inginer si scriitor. The greatest weapon anyone can use against us is our own mind. By preying on the doubts and uncertainties that already lurk there. Are we true to to ourselves? Or do we live for the expectations of others? And if we are open and honest, can we ever truly be loved? Can we find the courage to release our deepest secrets, or in the end are we all unknowable... even to ourselves.

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TC

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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TS

The Shadow

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Ben BerBB

Ben Ber

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AD

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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MM

Matei Alexandru Marian

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AE

Anca Emancipatu

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PR

Pelin Razvan Romeo

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To the unknown

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Frumusetea este acolo unde esti tu.

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Seek in the dirt

de Andrei Dumitrescu

I seek knowledge in dirt where all the secrets of the world are buried, In the abstract substance of the word I seek the truth in the absurd where all the unknown and the unheard is being translated...

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Simpozionul internațional despre avangardă: București-Zurich-Paris-Tel Aviv: Romanian and Jewish Avant-gardists in the Romanian Cultural Milieu; București, 26-27 mai

de marlena braester

Ca urmare a succesului simpozionului \"Avangarda românească între București, Paris și Tel Aviv\" care a avut loc la Tel Aviv în luna decembrie 2010 (www.agonia.ro/index.php/press/13963144/simpozionul_...

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Necronomikon

de Abdul al-Hazred

THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...

Clasic

Supreme heresy

de SweetSong

SUPREME HERESY The dogmas we know as sustaining the world Are so easily heard, but so misunderstood And each of us is waiting motionless-hearted To have the bliss dreamt of, as we really should. We...

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TRANCEFORMER (Dual)

de Ionel Catalin Diaconu

TRANCEFORMER Dual To Elisa, my muse -I am the Traveler! he said and in the ninth nanosecond I saw him jumping a few lightyears further. -And I, your shadow! And I was by his side, at his feet....

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Legs

de Maria Lazar

Surreal legs that kept me upright and got me as far as here, How have I unconsidered your pains and fears. Walking surely was the easiest, but the unknown charted places like the very first party...

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slide

de emilian valeriu pal

și vine o zi când te uiți în oglindă mulțumit cu cât ești un mix de carne și oase echilibrat potrivit pentru o strângere-n brațe și pentru spălarea din urmă inima ți-e ușoară călduță ca puful de...

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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,...

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THE GRIFFIN

de Alina Mihai

I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...

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