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ABAdrian Batista
this is a test account, and a test bio. thanks for your understanding. Biografia are acum posibilitatea de a fi editata cu multe optiuni vizuale. Titlu titlu 2 un citat foarte interesant eun citat foarte intersa
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Iulia
This is real,this is me I'm exactly where i'm suppose to be
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PCPierre de Saint Cloud
This skillful and cultured poet brought the adventures of Renart the Fox, known previously only in Latin, to a wider, French-speaking public. The two earliest branches of the Roman de Renart, II and Va (ca. 1174–77), which relate the love affair of Renart and Hersent the she-wolf, are attributed to him. Though he imitated Ysengrimus for three episodes (“Renart and Chantecler,” “Renart and the Titmouse,” “Renart and Hersent”) and Marie de France for another (“The Fox and the Crow”), “Renart and Tibert the Cat” is his own invention. He pokes fun at the legal system, pontifical legates and certain religious institutions, princes and nobles, through a subtle parody, intended largely to evoke laughter, of the chansons de geste and Arthurian romance. He was read and imitated by French and foreign authors of beast epics, such as Jacquemart Gielée, Heinrich der Glîchezâre, and Chaucer), by fabulists and writers of exempla (Eudes de Cheriton, Nicole Bozon, Jacques de Vitry), and by Philippe de...
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TDTeo Dobre
What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed promise for moments caught within the spell... What happened to wonders we once knew so well? Did we forget what happened, surely we can't tell...
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IIsabella
2005-prezent studentă(cică..)somewhere in this world:D
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VVVeronica Văleanu
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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Boldizar Ruben
Born when y shouldn't exist here in this dammd world.wanna back! in to the haven....
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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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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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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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Carte haiku
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Conținutul (strict versurile, imaginile fotohaiku fac parte dintre cele postate de mine mai demult pe acest site) cărții mele de haiku Umbra unui fluture, publicată în februarie la Editura PIM....
Cascade
de Robert Desnos
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It\'s quivering, spreading like a peacock\'s fan Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers Of a comet come to nest at midnight. How blood...
Two Look at Two
de Robert Frost
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted soon in any case With thoughts of a path back, how...
The Wood-Pile
de Robert Frost
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am...
Poemul entropic
de razvan ducan
Moarte, ce îmi dai binețe în fiecare clipă a vieții, amintindu-mi, trist, că sunt simplu chiriaș în trup, se sistematizează strada ? casa e în demolare ? îmi voi pierde acoperișul ce până atunci eu...
This and...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
This and death always has been like that and always will, This and death, this and death, this and death, always will...
This day
de Alin Avram
I know I don\'t remember last weekend at all. Early this week were days that I just can\'t recall. Yesterday\'s through- What was I doing? Darned if I can say. But I know I\'ll never forget This day....
this is the story, and the story never tells
de Elena Ciobanu
își întinde membrele, necrofag al cuvintelor, păscând deliruri onirice fabulate sensuri giratorii peste corpuri dedublate în sarcofage- fuziune la rece pentru o e_lipsă - reflecția luminii, pâlpâiri...
This Is My Letter To The World
de Emily Dickinson
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge...