"To Mr Death" – 5724 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchSilvio C. Cantelli
Silvio C. Cantelli EXETER - Silvio C. Cantelli, 80, of 8 Hampton Road, died Friday, March 28, 2003 at SunBridge for Exeter. He was born Feb. 15, 1923 in Boston, the son of the late Carlo and Maria (Giberti) Cantelli. He was raised in Somerville, Mass., where he was a 1944 graduate of Somerville High School. He had resided for many years in Cambridge, Mass., before moving to Exeter in 1999. He worked as a factory clerk for Cambion Inc., a Cambridge electronics manufacturer. Mr. Cantelli is survived by a son, Stephen C. Cantelli of Exeter; a sister, Rena A. Stahlman of Winchester, Mass.; a grandson; a great-granddaughter; and several cousins.
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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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To Mr Death
de Laura Cozma
în adâncul pielii mele se așază gresia simt frigul care-mi urcă în ovare cum își face loc cu coatele printre copii nenăscuți îmi place să-mi fumez sufletul să-l urămaresc cum iese încolăcit din gură...
hamalul
de viorel gongu
Benone Vasiliu a fost hamal în Gara de Nord din București, o viață întreagă. Bărbat frumos, înalt, cu ochi albaștri și cu părul alb încă de tânăr, Beni avea o ținută dreaptă și impunătoare. Acest om...
dimineata 1002
de Cristian Oravitan
ascultam (Mr Big - To be with you) si ma gandeam la 1001 de nopti intr-una, in doua, in douasuteoptzecisisase, in 1001, fie ce-o fi, sa cante Mr Big, sa zambeasca ochii, sa be with EA, sa planga...
mr. “smile”
de Virgil Titarenco
motto: To be able to look back upon one\'s past life with satisfaction is to live twice. ... începe din încheieturile mîinilor te întrebi dacă e adevărată dacă o mai simte cineva poate chiar speri să...
Look Here Mr. Beefy
de Ohm
A poem for all the ones who ever typed A/S/L I look up in the corner, and a message up has arrived, a private message from a stranger who thinks I have no pride, who thinks the three little words...
I’d love to kill you
de diana dumitraciuc
intru într-o cameră albă am un cuțit în mână păpuși goale împrăștiate pe jos în mijlocul lor stă ea privește fix peretele împlinește treizeci de ani și încă vorbește cu umbrele încă îi strigă numele...
It was a time of triumph for the morons
de Alexandru Paleologu
Mr. Paleologu, to begin with, let us say that this talk is the result of certain hostile attitudes, especially in the Western media, concerning Mircea Eliade and what we call here “Generation ’27”. I...
Interview cu o mireasa
de adrian grauenfels
MOTTO: Many believe that Che Guevara is one of the greatest revolutionaries and greatest Latin Americans to ever live. Mr. Sartre says that he was a complete man. Looking at his life, one can see...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
Atlas Shrugged
de Ayn Rand
\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" said a voice that came from the radio receiver—a man\'s clear, calm, implacable voice, the kind of voice that had not been heard on the airwaves for years—\"Mr. Thompson...