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Mircea BraslasuMB

Mircea Braslasu

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Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...

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adrian jigăranuAJ

adrian jigăranu

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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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Radu Contes

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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.

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Veronica VăleanuVV

Veronica Văleanu

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All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.

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John KeatsJK

John Keats

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John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Keiko ImaokaKI

Keiko Imaoka

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Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...

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Emilia DinaED

Emilia Dina

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Emilia Dina, was born in 1977 in Slatina, a small town, capital, Olt country, southern Romania. The town of Slatina is mentioned for the first time in an official document issued by Vladislav I Vlaicu on January 20th, 1386. The name's origin is Slavic "Slam-tina", which means "salted land" or "salty water", although a small minority promote a politicized misconception that the term originates in the Latin "Salatina". In this city is located one of the biggest factories producing Aluminum in southeastern Europe ("ALRO"). She was the second child of the family and the most mature one, taking care of the youngest and in the same time being very preoccupied of her studies. In 1995 she received her bachelor degree and left to Capital Bucharest following her dream: to become teacher. After she entered to University Of Foreign Languages, she started to look for job because her family had some financial difficulties and the other sister became also student in the same time. So she started to...

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James Alan Hetfield

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James Hetfield In Brief: James Alan Hetfield Born: August 3, 1963 From: Los Angeles, California Personal: Married, 2 Children Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals Instrument: vocals, guitars Vitals: blue eyes, blonde hair, 6\'1\"/1.85 meters tall, weighs 180 lbs/81.65 kilos Hetfield was born to a truck driver and light opera singer on August 3rd, 1963, in Los Angeles. His family\'s Christian Science religious beliefs are often mentioned as the root of James\' \"tortured soul\" lyrics. Musically, he began at age 9 with piano lessons, then banging away on his brother David\'s drums and finally to guitar. With his guitar in hand, James aspired to become a rock star in his first band, Obsession. The band was made up of the Veloz brothers on bass and drums and Jim Arnold on guitar. A pair of friends, Ron McGovney and Dave Marrs, acted as the band\'s roadies. This meant sitting in the loft of the Veloz garage running a control panel for makeshift lighting...

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Don Miguel de Cervantes y Saavedra

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It is not known for certain the exact date of his birth, but since according to Spanish tradition the Christening was carried through very closely after the birth, there is no doubt that his birthday was in 1547. The actual date of the Christening was October 9th, 1547 at the city of Alcala de Henares. Since then, little is known of his childhood, other than he lived with his family in Valladolid, Madrid, and other Andalusian cities. Finally, they settled in Madrid, and afterwards, he became the attendant to the Cardinal Acquaviva in Italy in 1569 . Later on, Cervantes enlisted in to armed forces for the naval Battle of Lepanto (it took place on the 7th of December of 1571) where he was injured. This meant the handicap of his left hand, but he still continued as a soldier, on his voyage returning to Spain 1575 in the galley Sun, he fell prisoner of the Turks when it was over powered. The next five years, Cervantes is a prisoner of war in Algiers, from where he tried to escape four...

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Gerald SternGS

Gerald Stern

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Gerald Stern (born February 22, 1925) is an American poet. Born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. to Harry and Ida Barach Stern, he was educated in the Pittsburgh Public Schools. Stern earned his B.A. at the University of Pittsburgh in 1947 and an M.A. at Columbia University in 1949. He did post-graduate study at the University of Paris in 1949-50. He married Patricia Miller in 1952 (divorced); they have two children: Rachael and David. His work has been widely recognized after the 1977 publication of Lucky Life and a series of essays on writing poetry in American Poetry Review. He has been given many prestigious awards for his writing, including the 1996 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize and a National Book Award for poetry in 1998 for his book, This Time: New and Selected Poems. He was Poet Laureate of New Jersey from 2000 to 2002 [1] [2], and received the Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets in 2005. Stern has taught at Temple University and Indiana University of...

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..::Red Lace::..

de Sopov Joana

stiu ca nu e in romana dar mi-a venit sa scriu in engleza so... ..::Red Lace::.. Entering the room with the swiftest of grace wearing the dress made of cheap red lace made by the angonising exploit...

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Sonnet II

de William Shakespeare

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty\'s field, Thy youth\'s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter\'d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask\'d...

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little story

de .

There was once a little boy lonely, grump, depressed and coy. so the days come one by one poor boy, spitting on fun. long time passed and near him came a red blue submarine. some jump out of this old...

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Sonet II

de William Shakespeare

Când patruzeci de ierni îți asaltează A ta sprânceană, bând din frumusețe, Podoaba tinereții - meditează - Va tremura ca buruieni răzlețe: Și întrebat vei fi unde sunt puse Minunăția și comoara...

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Flowers and Answers

de Coana Loenida

She sat in rapt contemplation of the tiny tender flower she was slowly, methodically destroying. She wondered at how this age-old childhood ritual had come to hold so much importance to her now. “He...

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Anathema

de Dragos

Forgive me father for I have sinned, the end of my last confession was a world away, when u cast me out into the blades of this rotting reality that cut my soul so thin my own feelings would not...

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TAKE THIS WALTZ

de Leonard Cohen

now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...

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At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood

de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...

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The End

de Jim Morrison

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I\'ll never look into your...

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the end

de Jim Morrison

This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of ev\'rything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I\'ll never look into your...

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