"To want" – 5726 rezultate
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MBMaria Bungău
Nsscuta pe 6 martie 1987. In prezent studenta in anul I la Facultatea de Litere din Brasov. Si cum zice Fernando Pessoa "If, after I die, they should want to write my biography, There's nothing simpler. I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death. In between the one thing and the other all the days are mine. "
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MMMoarcăș Monica
Din tăcere, m-am născut (în 1988, Brașov), iar acum cuvântul îmi este prietenul cel mai drag, scut, dușman și mângâiere. 2002-2006: Colegiul Național ”Dr. Ioan Meșotă” Brașov 2006-prezent (adică 2012): Facultatea de Medicină Brașov viitor: ”Be the change you want to see in the world” (Gandhi)
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Joseph Louis Vance
Louis Joseph Vance was born on September 19, 1879 in New York, New York (although some sources say Washington, DC). He was an American fiction writer of short stories, novels and screenplays. Vance was the son of Wilson and Lillie Beall Vance. Originally, Vance wanted to become an artist and illustrator and attended the Art Students League and Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Vance married Nance Elizabeth Hodges in 1898. They had one son, Wilson Beall Vance who was born the following year. Vance was 26 years old when his first book,Terence O\'Rourke,Gentlema Adventurer was published in 1905. Vance was a \"hack\" writer for many years producing hundreds of short stories and some adventure novels until he published a group of three mystery novels which promoted him to best-selling author status. The novels were: The Brass Bowl (1907) about a beautiful young girl, who in order to help her grieving father,becomes a burglar and meets a professional burglar who resembles the identical twin...
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ECEdward Estlin Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894 to Edward and Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. He was named after his father but his family called him by his middle name. Estlin's father was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University and later a Unitarian minister. Cummings described his father as a hero and a person who could accomplish anything that he wanted to. He was well skilled and was always working or repairing...
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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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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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SSaadi
Abū-Muḥammad Muṣliḥ al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, better known by his pen-name as Saʿdī or, simply, Saadi, was one of the major Persian poets of the medieval period. He is not only famous in Persian-speaking countries, but he has also been quoted in western sources. He is recognized for the quality of his writings, and for the depth of his social and moral thoughts. A native of Shiraz, his father died when he was an infant. Saadi experienced a youth of poverty and hardship, and left his native town at a young age for Baghdad to pursue a better education. As a young man he was inducted to study at the famous an-Nizzāmīya center of knowledge (1195–1226), where he excelled in Islamic Sciences, law, governance, history, Arabic literature and theology. The unsettled conditions following the Mongol invasion of Khwarezm and Iran led him to wander for 30 years abroad through Anatolia (he visited the Port of Adana, and near...
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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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NANaim Araidi
Naim Araidi was born in 1950, in the Druze village of Marrar in the Galilee. He went to Hebrew school in Haifa, and continued to a PhD in Hebrew Literature. He teaches in Haifa and has published numerous books of poetry and prose both Arabic and Hebrew. He has been awarded the Prime Minister's Award; The Creativity Prize for Arabic Literature; and an honorary PhD from the World Academy for Arts and Culture. A book of poetry entitled Back to the Village is available in English The first poetry book published in 1972 and others: Back into the village, 1986 - Perhaps this is love, 1990 - Five dimensions, 1991 Soldiers of water,1988 (prose) Fatal baptizing, 1992 (novel), Still - run deep, 2003 (poems). He has been translated into many languages. Books Published in Hebrew Is Love Possible [poetry), Eked, 1972 [Eich Efshar Leehov) Compassion and Fear [poetry), Eked, 1975 [Hemlah Ve-Pahad) Return to the Village [poetry), Am Oved, 1986 [Hazarti El Ha-Kefar) Perhaps it`s Love [poems ), Sifriat...
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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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South Park, serialul care a schimbat lumea
de Fluerașu Petre
”- I believe that if we are to form a new country, we can not be a country that appears war hungry and violent to the rest of the world. However, we also can not be a country that appears weak and...
O idee de bun simț – bucură-te de ceea ce ai
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Aș fi scris poate o recenzie seacă, o prezentare suficientă și expeditivă despre o carte oarecare, dacă acest volum nu m-ar fi atras de la început și n-aș vrea să-l recomand ca pe o carte ce merită...
Want to
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I want to share words with you Kisses,desires, Melted snowmen guitar cords and fallen empires, Dead stars and the long distance to Mars, I want to share with you my unborn skars and my metatars, my...
I want to break free!
de Ioana
Din nou…de cam multe ori din nou-uri…dar asa sunt eu…apar, dispar, revin...plec...nu pot fi stabila in ceea ce priveste scrisul, dar imi place sa scriu, sunt incredibil de fericita cand scriu. Stiu....
Who wants to live forever
de Runceanu Adrian
Hoinăresc prin cimitire de sfinți În cartușieră cu doi dinți Și cerșesc o mângâiere de noroc Cu nemurirea-mi la troc. Tânjesc după un mormânt de draci În căciulă cu trei franci Și să mă strecor...
I don't want to stop at all
de Marinescu Victor
iubirea e aici nu acolo întotdeauna a fost aici așa cum Freddie Mercury a fost tot aici chiar dacă vocea lui părea că e de-acolo mai ales prin interviuri cînd spunea “dragă” “pentru mine,...
Eu cobor , want to join me ?
de Andrei Prisacaru
cat de ciudat se vad lucrurile coborand deziluzionat , am pierdut dorinta voi arde , oare in focul necrutator? plec din flacari, am gasit un mod de a rupe durerea un inger pazitor a dat alarma nu te...
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 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 hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...