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PSPaul Strassburg
Secret Counsellor of the King of Sweden, Gustav the 2nd Adolf Paul Strassburg (1595 – 1654) was born at Nurnberg in 1595, two years after his father, a jurist, settled in the town arriving from Saxony. He acquired an academic degree at Altdorf. For three years he studied Italian and Latin in Italy. While in Prague he joined the protestant uprising in Bohemia, since he was a Calvinist, and he fought at The Battle of White Mountain (1) thus becoming a captain. In 1624 he makes a first trip to Transylvania as diplomatic agent / secret agent trying to persuade the prince of Transylvania Gabriel Bethlen (2) to become a member of the Hague Alliance of the Protestant countries: England, Holland, Denmark and thus to fight against the Habsburg Empire. The prince asked for too much money and nothing was settled. Four years later Paul Strassburg is commissioned with a new mission to Transylvania, on behalf of King Gustav Adolf of Sweden, who was now brother-in-law with the prince of...
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IEIoana Veronica Epure
Născută pe 22 iunie 1988, am terminat liceul Traian din Constanța, profil mate-fizică. Studentă la Facultatea de Comunicare și Relații Publice "David Ogilvy" din cadrul SNSPA. Texte publicate în Informația Cernavodei (ziar local cernavodean), Adolescentul (suplimentul cotidianului Cuget Liber), revistele literare Agora și Tomis. Premiul "Tinere Condeie" 2004, 2005. Participare la festivalul Primăvara poeților, 2006. Membră a cenaclurilor literare Săgetătorul și Atlantis. Membră agonia.ro din iulie 2004. "I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers. We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon. Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty. When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too. After all festivities the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me." (Vangelis, "The Little Fete")
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too small
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Jim Morrison
too young too old too alive
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theo
too young
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Roxy
I`m too sexy 4 your but :)
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sandor iolanda
ther's too much color in my eyes to see black and white
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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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Anda Maria Rotundu
vesnic nemultumita de sine vesnic flamanda de viata vesnic razvratita too young to die
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Marina Samoila
prea batrana pentru a fi incepatoare, prea inocenta pentru a nu fi tanara // too old for being a beginner, too innocent for being really old // trop agee pour etre debutante, trop innocente pour ne pas etre jeune
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Death of a ladies man
de Leonard Cohen
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread \"I never even knew how much I wanted you,\" she said. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete. \"O baby, I have come too...
Era prea tîrziu pentru Om
de Emily Dickinson
Era prea tîrziu pentru Om Dar prea devreme pentru Cel ce a Creat - Creația - neputincioasă să ajute - Doar Ruga de Partea Noastră s-a dat Fermecător este Cerul Cînd Pămîntul - îți scapă mereu - Și...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
things will never be the same again...within reaso
de green eyes
pareri , impresii si mai presus de toate anonimat.... critica( fie ea si literara) la umbra anonimatului are valoare intrinseca a nulitati ce resimte din pseudo-standardele pe care le expuneti....
INSIDE/INAUNTRU
de Vlad Martinescu
Inside And so the story goes, They tell me, When Sun meets Moon Inside The cryptic human soul On dunes of thought unfolded. I asked, And asked again The question mostly feared, Alas, the answer came...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
Nihilism
de Andrei Dumitrescu
There is no me, there is no you, There are no wise men, there are no fools, There is no quiet, there is no scream, There\'s no Earp Wyatt, there is no dream, There is no time, there is no earth,...
The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IX
de John Milton
Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...
Aberatie pe timp de seara
de JoKeRu`
Aberațiile se petrec pe negândite ... apar ca o damă faină care îți fură imaginea și pe urmă te lasă cu ochii în soare și te surprind precum un camion furios pe trecerea de pietoni, claxonând...