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Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on October 27, 1914 in Swansea, Glamorganshire (Wales). He was educated at Swansea Grammar School and became well-known for his obscure poetry and amusing plays and prose. Before the publishing of Thomas' first book in 1934, he worked as a reporter for The South Wales Daily Post, in Swansea, (1931-1932) and as a free-lance writer from 1933. "18 Poems", Thomas' first book, was published as the result of a prize. Thomas was only 19 when this volume of poetry was released. He wrote nearly 30 poems in late 1933 and early 1934, of which 13 were published in this volume. Between May and October 1934, he completed another five for inclusion in the book. The Thomas' poems first appeared in the Sunday Referee in 1933 in a feature column called the "Poets' Corner," edited by Victor Neuburg and Runia Sheila MacLeod. Neuburg began to award prizes to poets whose work was judged to be the finest printed in the column over a period of six months. The prize was that the...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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BRBucseneanu Radu
We are how we choose to be! ..nimic nu e concret si totu-i relativ !¿!
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Ohm
Life is entertaining when we do not take it too seriously...To be able to laugh at life is marvelous.
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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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Bangau Cristina Simona
hmm... i can be whatever you want me to be... ...ador zilele de toamna tarzii, in care simt ca e ultima zi cu soare care va mai exista... cred ca intr-un final vom ajunge cu totii sa suferim de depresii, degradandu-ne treptat, pentru ca aceea entitate suprema sa poata savura momentul in care ne vom autodistruge prin combustie interna... imi place teatrul de calitate, lectura, intr-o zi in care s-a intrerupt electricitatea din cauza furtunii, la lumina unor lumanari pe cale sa se stinga. imi place sa cred ca exista sfarsitul lumii... lipsit de paradis totusi. as vrea sa pot crede in basme cu creaturi fantastice, in care mai exista o farama de speranta in zambetele schingiuite de caldaramurile mizerabile. cand voi simti prima urma de fericire adimensionala, nedistorsionata, ma voi arunca de pe o stanca, in speranta ca voi reusi sa strang in gheare, nemurirea. pana atunci, iubesc...un nu stiu ce, nedefinibil, pe o margine de banca deformata de imaginea soarelui oglindit in ghetarul pe...
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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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Iulia
This is real,this is me I'm exactly where i'm suppose to be
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Anisia Mădălina Sara Trandafir
22.12.1982 / 21.09.1985 Well. It used to be some way. Now, it's just a little bit strange. But I cannot tell the difference!
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Radu Contes
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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Davinci
de bataus cati georgiana
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519) Leonardo da Vinci was the embodiment of the Renaissance ideal of the universal man, the first artist to attain complete mastery over all branches of art. He was a...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII
de John Milton
Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man (1782)
de Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
PRIEST - Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices - say, my son, do you not repent...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
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Beyond Good and Evil
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On the Prejudices of Philosophers 1 The will to truth which will still tempt us to many a venture, that famous truthfulness of which all philosophers so far have spoken with respect - what questions...
The change of the heart
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I started long ago a journey And ended up with an attorney, To plead my innocence to others, Ans it was fair enough to witness The Phoenix and the change of the heart And a writer who played well his...
Interview with Enrique Iglesias
de A.M. Rika
Enrique Iglesias reaches for the stars with his feet on the ground Enrique Iglesias is the boy next door, someone who grew up doing things quietly, but effectively. Dreaming of becoming a pop star...