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PIPhaedrus Caius Iulius
Phaedrus, Gaius Julius (c.15 BC—c. AD 50), Thracian slave who came to Rome and became a freedman in the household of Augustus, the author (in Latin) of a collection of fables in five books containing some hundred stories, published probably in the thirties of the first century AD. There is also an appendix of another thirty-two fables, probably also by Phaedrus. The collection includes fables proper, a number of anecdotes (e.g. about Aesop, Socrates, and Menander), and defences of the author against detractors. The fables are based on those of Aesop and on beast-stories from other sources which had come to be attributed to Aesop. They are written in verse, in iambic senarii (see METRE, LATIN 2), and their object is two-fold, to give advice and to entertain. They are generally serious or satirical, dealing with the injustices of life and social and political evils, but occasionally they are light and amusing. In general they express patient resignation. Phaedrus observed in the...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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RZRobert Allen Zimmerman
Bob Dylan (născut Robert Allen Zimmerman în 24 mai 1941 la Duluth, Minnesota) este un cântăreț, compozitor, muzician și poet american ale cărui contribuții în muzica americană sunt comparabile, în faimă și influență, cu cele ale lui Stephen Foster, Irving Berlin, Woody Guthrie și Hank Williams. O parte din cele mai apreciate cântece ale lui Dylan sunt din anii 1960, iar cântece precum "Blowin' in the Wind" și "The Times They Are a-Changin'" au devenit embleme ale mișcărilor anti-război și pentru drepturile civile. Cel mai recent album al său, Modern Times, a intrat în topul vânzărilor de albume din America în 2006, Bob Dylan fiind astfel cel mai în vârstă artist care reușește acest lucru. Dylan cântă din muzicuță, chitară și orgă electronică. În 2004 a fost trecut pe locul doi în lista celor mai mari artiști ai tuturor timpurilor al revistei Rolling Stone.
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
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MBMaria Bungău
Nsscuta pe 6 martie 1987. In prezent studenta in anul I la Facultatea de Litere din Brasov. Si cum zice Fernando Pessoa "If, after I die, they should want to write my biography, There's nothing simpler. I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death. In between the one thing and the other all the days are mine. "
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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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C.J. VORTEXX
I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't take much time 'cause at 5 o'clock They take me to the Gallows Pole The sand of time For me are running low...
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AJadrian jigăranu
25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...
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JBJames G. Ballard
James Graham Ballard (15 November 1930 – 19 April 2009) was an English novelist and short story writer who was a prominent part of the science fiction New Wave movement. His best-known novels are the controversial Crash, an exploration of sexual fetishism connected to automobile accidents, and the loosely autobiographical Empire of the Sun, about his childhood internment by the Japanese during World War II after the invasion and conquest of Shanghai, where Ballard was born in the International Settlement. Both books were adapted into films, by David Cronenberg and Stephen Spielberg respectively. So distinctive was his work that the adjective "Ballardian" entered the language, defined by the Collins English Dictionary as "resembling or suggestive of the conditions described in J. G. Ballard's novels and stories, especially dystopian modernity, bleak man-made landscapes and the psychological effects of technological, social or environmental developments." Ballard was diagnosed with...
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They Are The Champions!
de Gabriel Nita
Câștigătorii concursului “Dragoste (& gheață) de haiku” : La categoria HAIKU au fost exprimate 30 de voturi (în total au fost votate 32 de poezii, dintre care 17 au fost vazute pe locul I de cel...
Pariul
de Cristian Rosu
Fata barbatului radia de fericire;eforturile sale fusesera in sfarsit rasplatite,afacerea reusindu-i din plin.Se gandea amuzat la momentele cind era in toiul negocierilor,chiar se minuna de calmul de...
Melcul fara casa
de Motoc Lavinia
Eu nu am avut o strada a mea au murit toti aia cu strazi la mine-n cartier pisicile aveau mersul de cover girl eu nu am avut o casa a mea doar un contur de creta pe-asfaltul din Puskin din care iesea...
Cum sapă bizbuzdrucii*
de Laurentiu Ghita
Văzând imaginile la televizor cu bijuteria de stadion născută în mijlocul Bucureștiului, m-am entuziasmat și eu, ca tot românul cu pieptul umflat și mi-am luat bilet la meciul cu Argentina. Sincer,...
The Poems of Sappho Part I
de Sappho
The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...
Ch-ău
de Emilian Galaicu-Păun
Ch-ău oraș de cîmpie pleoștit ca o balegă-n drum Ch-ău oraș de-ntuneric oraș-ebonită pe care un nebun îl învîrte în degetul mic ca pe-un disc și un milion de picioare merg aleargă mereu de la margini...
Scurt tratat de eolofilie
de serban georgescu
Motto: ”Pentru a-și împăca un fel de nevoie ce-l silea să-și ducă corpul dintr-un loc în altul, el deschidea ușa și, de-ar fi nins, de-ar fi plouat, ieșea afară, străbătea insula, urca ori cobora...
Trăgând cu urechea
de Andrei Badea
Ați încercat vreodată să priponiți de unul singur sau singură un cort pe vânt? E\'al dracului de greu. Chiar și în doi sau trei nu e o treabă ușoară. Cu ceva vreme în urmă am ascultat accidental o...
Match-ball
de Alexandru Uiuiu
Suvițele se lipesc de frunte, de-a lungul lor alunecă stropi care se adună în sprîncene scurgîndu-se apoi pe tîmple și obraz și-ți scuturi capul stîrnind în jurul tău o mică ploaie strălucitoare....
the despisers of the body
de Friedrich Nietzsche
4. The Despisers of the Body TO THE despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus be dumb....