"To wastage indulges in the Florist" – 5726 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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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
To be or not to be?
de Anca Casciaro
Sunt zambet stins In ideal oniric Si ma agat in disperare De lacrima-mi ce doare. Ingenunchez cu flori pe frunte In cimitirul azilului de soare. Adorm pe-al meu mormant, Tacere,lipsita de culoare......
To smile with the smile of a god
de Andrei Dumitrescu
For to see with the eye of the mind is to embrace the seeing with the flame of blue darkness, For to breathe with the breath on the angel is to love with the unkind kindness of invisible creatures...
To the unknown
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Frumusetea este acolo unde esti tu.
to andy
de Andrei Dumitrescu
de am putea da jos cadavrele de pe noi sa fim in sfarsit goi pe de-a intregul... de am putea putea zambi in sfarsit cu altceva decat cu buzele si cu ridurile unor imbujorari perfide, de am putea sa...
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...
To be?
de Geronimo Trascau
Concertele lui Handel, o cupă de Pinot Noir și un apus de soare cândva, toamna... Apoi să mor aș vrea, singur, lângă un izvor, cu urechea plecată vorbelor de duh rostite de greieri prin iarbă. A...
To Be or Not to Be
de Eugen Constantinescu
“ – Zborul spre Eden va avea loc preț de o bătaie de aripă ! Pasagerii sunt rugați să se prezinte la Poarta Petru! Ne scuzați, la poarta patru! ” ………………………………. Te-am înconjurat ca de-obicei cu...