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NPNicanor Parra
Nicanor Parra Sandoval (born in San Fabián de Alico, Chile on September 5, 1914) is a mathematician and poet often considered to be the most influential poet Chile has produced since Pablo Neruda.[citation needed] He describes himself as an "antipoet," due to his distaste for standard poetic pomp and function (after recitations he would exclaim Me retracto de todo lo dicho, or, "I take back everything I said"). Trying to get away from the conventions of poetry, Parra's poetic language renounces the refinement of most Latin American literature and adopts a more colloquial tone similar to prose. His first collection, "Poemas y Antipoemas" (1954) is a classic of Latin American literature, one of the most influential Spanish poetry collections of the twentieth century, and is cited as an inspiration by American Beat Writers such as Allen Ginsberg. Parra has been nominated several times for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Parra comes from the artistically prolific Chilean Parra family of...
2 poezii, 0 proze
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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Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
The Killer in Me
de Raluca
It was the cold shiver of sudden understanding that woke me from the trance: had I really done it or was it just my imagination? And with quivering arms I raised the gun, its barrel hot and smoking,...
Chase your song
de Florea Ana-Maria
It was raining, again- it was normal and expected. Thoughts were sailing through the rain, trying not to get wet, not to be stopped by the strong,wicked clouds. It was the kind of night in which you...
poems inspired by the movie Red dragon
de Andrei Dumitrescu
demons take me higher aching in my chest rising up the liar resting his lips on my nest, far away dreaming breaking out from its egg the left arters bleeding crossing heart over leg. She bears the...
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...
Laboratory, The
de Robert Browning
ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil\'s-smithy--- Which is the poison to poison her,...
trying to bury santa
de Andrei Dumitrescu
They\'re trying to bury Santa Claus, to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They\'re trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the...
a questionable brain
de Alina
i'm happy trying to communicate as a small human being .. with a fragile heart ... and a questionable brain...in the global scope of what it all means .i am really just passing through...and i feel...
The Apocalypse (1995)
de Ana Leibovici Hutanu
The road to hell is full of traffic And black like never was before Is strange that never was so long And hard to believe now is so crowd But people still run to the Desert Land Keep trying to find...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
vorbesc cu tine, acum
de Alexandru Gheție
\"I\'m sitting here, simply trying to figure out, what my life\'s all about, can you tell me? I never wanted to be, the person you see, can you tell me who I am? I always wanted to die, but you kept...
Daydreamer
de Calin Alexandru
Everyday is so much more amazing Waking up right next to you And it feels like I\'m daydreaming \'Cause it\'s always sunshine when I look at you! I play games with you trying to resist, Trying to...
mIRC dream
de Coana Loenida
I stumbled onto you, half by mistake, trying to elude the hounds who have no discretion or taste. You were a polite voice, in a world of ramble, A gentleman searching for more than the tepid...
night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...
Cateva poezii
de Nikita. V
Midnight,the town and the remorse. Waiting for the sleep to come Hearing the sleepy city moan Something doesn\'t seem okay Something doesn\'t appear secure Hearing the lunatics shout While trying to...
Andrei ,de ziua ei
de Alina
La multi ani ,Andra..... e mult de-atunci ....sper numai ca ti s-au indepilinit visele .....I've lost mine ...trying to define happiness Daca te-as intalni acum ... ipotetic vorbind ...ma intreb daca...
Saturday Night
de Dumitrescu Florescu Alexandru
SATURDAY NIGHT: TOM WAITS: For starters, I\'d like to see the term wooden kimono return to the lexicon. Means coffin. Think it originated in New Orleans, but I\'m not certain. Another one I like is...
Re-offender
de Miruna Gavriliu
Oh, crêpe, how papier-mâché of me! I’ve left my paper wounds wide open oozing a fake serenity caught in a loop, tying white bows under the table while trying to overlook that my lava cake is left out...