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sandor iolanda

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ther's too much color in my eyes to see black and white

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Paul Strassburg

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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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TS

too small

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JM

Jim Morrison

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too young too old too alive

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theo

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too young

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Roxy

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I`m too sexy 4 your but :)

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Ohm

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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

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vesnic nemultumita de sine vesnic flamanda de viata vesnic razvratita too young to die

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Marina Samoila

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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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dan marius

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"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/

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too much heven

de Mariana Pancu

crăciunul era singurul timp care ne strângea împreună, pentru asta juram în fiecare zi, cu mâna pe inimă și degetele încucișate la spate, că am fost cuminți, am mâncat tot și am ascultat-o pe bunica,...

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To Earthward

de Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of- was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill...

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Moarte lenta

de Catalina Hascu

Moarte lenta.... I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me About growing up and what a struggle it would be In my tangled state of mind I\'ve been looking back to find Where I went wrong Too much...

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tot ce știam despre noi

de Monica Mihaela Pop

tot ce știam despre noi s-a întors împotriva noastră ca un bumerang tăios împrăștiind cai verzi pe pereții întâmplărilor neprevăzut de parșive care ne-au scos la mezat fericirea universul nostru s-a...

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Scrisori

de Eva Anghelescu

Prima scrisoare De n-ai primit scrisori să-ți spună despre mine De dorul și de plânsul lăsate-n urma ta E pentru că de fapt… dar tu știi asta bine Nu ți-a păsat deloc… și spui că-I vina mea Dar eu...

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astigmatism

de Florina Daniela Florea

nu mă tem de nimic altceva așa cum mă tem de uitare de diminețile în care nu-i voi mai ști umerii pe de rost (de parcă azi ar fi o așa dimineață sub piele se zvârcolesc peștii unei mări în care n-am...

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Jurnal de drogată II

de Alina Maria Ivan

Merg printr-o mare de oameni și îi simt că le e silă de mine. Cred că put! Căcat! Mă doare în cur ce gândesc oamenii, numai de mi-ar mai trece durerea asta de oase! Am ieșit ca proasta degeaba că nu...

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Cenaclul Agonia.ro - 28 mai

de Paul Bogdan

În această duminică vor citi Alexandra Mihalcea și Gelu Diaconu . Domnul Lucian Chișu , a cărui absență o simțim de câteva săptămâni, va fi prezent la această sesiune. Așteptăm și comentariile...

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Oana, I love you

de Florin DeRoxas

Oana, I love you More than you know, Is no doubt about it, I am not so-so. For the moments you gave me, For being so honest and true, Oana, I love everything What belongs to you. I love your eyes, I...

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tonight is the night

de shole

drunk too much grass too many pills I will always remember to love you tomorrow your white dress your words your touch and your smile how come I failed when I followed all the rules will we ever meet...

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