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Stanis³aw Jerzy LecSL

Stanis³aw Jerzy Lec

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Stanis³aw Jerzy Lec (6 March 1909 – 7 May 1966) (born Baron Stanis³aw Jerzy de Tusch-Letz) was a Polish poet and aphorist of Polish and Jewish noble origin. Often mentioned among the greatest writers of post-WW2 Poland, he was one of the most influential aphorists on the 20th century. Lyrical poetry, sceptical philosophical-moral aphorisms, often with a political subtext. He was born on March 6, 1909 in Lviv (then Lemberg, Austro-Hungarian Empire), the son of the Baron Benon de Tusch-Letz and Adela Safrin. The family moved to Vienna at the onset of First World War, and Lec' early education was received there. After the war the family returned to Lviv-Lemberg to continue his schooling at the Lemberg Evangelical School. In 1927 he matriculated at the Lviv's Jan Kazimir University in jurisprudence and Polish. As a result of his political activities — writing articles for socialist revolutionary periodicals, making speeches in the Technological Institute’s Yellow Hall — Lec had to leave...

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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 BerBB

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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MM

Matei Alexandru Marian

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Anca Emancipatu

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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Florin DumitruFD

Florin Dumitru

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Mai multe poezii scrise de mine gasiti la varianta in engleza a site-ului... (apasati pe steagul britanic). Adresa mea de mail este floringabriel2003@yahoo.com

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August și tot ce a mai urmat

de Radu Herinean

Un mare artist spunea într-un interviu: Când ai scos 20 de materiale sau când simți nu mai ai nimic nou de spus prin muzică, e momentul să scoți primul \"Best of\" . Au trecut mai mult de 7 ani de...

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Surprise For the Soul

de soulmate

A second of Eternity suspended in time, A place where every shout is a crime, A girl with a bloodily red hair Who life didn\'t always treat her fair, Who did not like the part offered by God, Whose...

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Pointless ear of mine

de Dafina David

Pretty far- Soul, come with your spheres for my dawn, i’m so dizzy-Ruben-girlish, master of the univers - hurricane with no fear but breaking neck when breathing too fast! - Mercy- dining mercy,...

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Ah, vocabularul!(do you take sugar with that?)

de Nicoleta Stefanescu

sau cum se poate aplica (yeah!) legea pruteanu în sens invers și în traduceri libere de tot (like, you know, “Revenge of the Nerds”) Avem oră de “dirigenție”: directorul răcnește din toți rărunchii...

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The Sphinx

de Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...

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Soon

de Florian Antonescu

Soon I shall leave this place It has been good to me The yellow lights in the evening The sky through the pine needles I think maybe I'll stay

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Meeting At Night

de Robert Browning

I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And...

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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind

de Stephen Crane

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little...

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

de George Gordon Noel Byron

Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 \'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The...

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Chinoiserie

de Théophile Gautier

It is not you, no, madam, whom I love, Nor you either, Juliet, nor you, Ophelia, nor Beatrice, nor that dove, Fair-haired Laura with the big eyes; No. She is in China whom I love just now; She lives...

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