"To Cobain" – 5727 rezultate
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ALalecu liviu
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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Sylvia Plath
Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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Big Mircea Calin
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates,the poet quivers,and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. Jose Ortega Y Gasset,Meditations on Quixote(1914)
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Anca Sandu
not much to tell...
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Gabriela Radoi
"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)
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two lovers on a bench & another listen to good music campaign
de Anca Bertesteanu
doi tineri pe o bancă din cișmigiu: eu și seminarul de analiză. ne privim pe furiș, dar nici unul dintre noi nu îndrăznește să deschidă vorba. ei, drace... am nevoie de el! deci fac eu primul pas...
EgoPHobia #17
de Sorin - Mihai Grad
Pe www.egophobia.ro a aparut EgoPHobia #17, in care puteti citi #editorial ~ Ștefan Bolea - Burn Your TV [versiunea originală] ~ Ștefan Bolea - Burn Your TV [English version] #invitat ~ Peca Ștefan -...
eterna erectie/of inima mea
de Ioana Barac Grigore
era iarna si plin de copii care rulau bulgari de cocaina de-a lungul strazilor/ tramvaiele alunecau ca o pula-n prezervativ in centrul bulevardului si-si dadeau drumu inspre piata centrala trecuse...
Des Mots et Des Ailes
de Catalin M.
Cuvinte si Aripi [feat. Briana] Thanks to: Briana M., to my BMW, to M. Carey, and to Nantes Police City... [feat. Briana] [...] I-am aruncat cheile de la casa in poala. I-am spus ca nu o sa ma mai...
Iar și iar
de Alina Maria Ivan
eu sunt cea care te-a rănit am intrat în tine am fumat o țigară m-am plimbat pe venele tale ți-am înlocuit inima cu piatră am făcut licoare de pelin din sângele tău apoi am plecat eu sunt cea care...
Derelictiune bufă
de Pestrea Ion-Daniel
1. Fereastra, străveche fotografie, Caleidoscop de vortexuri îngălbenite, Vis de multicolore mucegaiuri, Dincolo de care savantul fericirii, Se sacrifică pentru cobaii săi, Nimic, niciun efort nu e...
Gulagul din umbra palmierilor (II.4)
de Doru Ciucescu
Janek a plecat dimineața la liceul "Dumuăă al Sahra" ("Lacrima Deșertului"). Avea de parcurs mai bine de un kilometru, dar, ca de obicei, a preferat să meargă pe jos. Pe drum s-a întâlnit cu un...
to stef
de Doru Chirodea
dear stef, i understand you want to tell us something...............yet please take note that you may (or could) apply your approach against this or any other world in a more efficient way if you...
To me he seems like a god
de Cristina
To me he seems like a god the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs.For now as i look at you my voice is empty and...
to my best friend ever
de Popescu Florin
De-as sti sa pictez ti-as manzgalii ochi pe o plansa shi m-as zgaii la ei fericit Sa pot sa te privesc De-as sti sa sculptez Unei pietre forma ta i-as da si-as mangaia-o fericit Sa pot sa te ating