"Things she does" – 613 rezultate
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VHVicente Huidobro
Vicente García-Huidobro Fernández (January 10, 1893 – January 2, 1948) was a Chilean poet born to an aristocratic family. He was an exponent of the artistic movement called Creacionismo ("Creationism"), which held that a poet should bring life to the things he or she writes about, rather than just describe them. Huidobro was born into a wealthy family in Santiago. After spending his first years in Europe, he enrolled in a Jesuit secondary school in Santiago where he was expelled for using a ring, which he claimed, was for marriage. He studied literature at the University of Chile and published Ecos del alma (Soul's Echoes) in 1911, a work with modernist tendencies. The following year he married, and started to edit the journal Musa Joven (Young Muse), where part of his later book, Canciones en la noche (Songs in the Night) appeared, as well as his first calligram, "Triángulo armónico" ("Harmonic Triangle"). In 1913, along with Carlos Díaz Loyola, he edited the three issues of the...
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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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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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ADalice drogoreanu
things that only exist while I'm photographing them m-am născut pe 7 august iubesc lucruri derizorii. de obicei alb-negru. un pod. o apă. cerul liber. cărțile. mirosul de curat. asta poate fi o biografie sau asta http://krasavita.wordpress.com/ http://insunnyty.deviantart.com/ sunt undeva sus
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Tteddy
"no regrets for things i've done no regrets for wars i've won no regrets for fires i've started no regrets for faith departed"
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OMOtilia Mărculescu
I am a great deal of things, but surely I am not your projection upon me.
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ENEdward Nygma
Once you open yourself to enigmas you see things differently...
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AIadriana ilin
"Mai bine o noapte eterna decat o zi fada,mai bine obscuritatea decat o lumina stearsa.."(E.Cioran) "We can do no great things,only small things with great love"(M.Teresa) Defectul tuturor oamenilor este ca asteapta sa traiasca, deoarece n-au curajul fiecarei clipe... Toti învatam sa traim dupa ce nu mai avem nimic de asteptat, iar când traim nu putem învata nimic, fiindca nu traim în prezentul concret si viu, ci într-un viitor fad si îndepartat. (E.Cioran)
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Carmen Harra
Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...
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Olimpiada
de Dafina David
Totuși, am crezut că merg mai puțin, asta ar fi trebuit să țină mai puțin. Soarele merge după pământ, nu rămâne decât sunetul brăzdat de cerneală, o întâlnire suavă între mâini și picioare - podul se...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...
Up and down in the dark
de Sholly
Conceived Of straw and trimmings Rags and cloth, Lace and stiches, Wasn\'t supposed To have a soul - Marionette. Her once bright colours Withered shades, Fervent expressions Fade away. The thigh is...
First Day at School
de Roger McGough
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all...
Laboratory, The
de Robert Browning
ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil\'s-smithy--- Which is the poison to poison her,...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873) By Friedrich Nietzsche Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there...
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...