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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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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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Chwoika
mă plictisesc. într-o zi așa urâtă chiar nu am ce face. melodia se repeta obsesiv. îmi place. mă gândesc la tine și pe ritmul agresiv al lui marylin manson încep sa mă ating. mâna mea coboară lasciv pe tot corpul. îmi imaginez că ești tu, iubire. mintea mi-o ia aiurea și m-i te imaginez la picioarele mele, sărutându-mă cum numai tu știi să o faci. mâinile tale mă ating peste tot, iar buzele tale moi mă alintă. Mâna mea alunecă… „ I don’t care if you don’t want me… ‘ Cause I’m yours, yours, yours anyhow… “ și nu mă interesează nimic. mă gândesc numai la mâinile tale fine, la săruturile fără sfârșit. închid ochii și mă pierd. deodată simt o mână. aș putea să o recunosc oriunde. mă privești curios și mă întrebi ce fac. mă rușinez… nu am mai făcut-o niciodată … - Mi-era dor de tine iubire… când ai venit ? nu spui nimic și îmi faci semn să continui. mi-e greu la început, dar intru în joc. continui să mă mângâi și din când în când îți arunc câte o privire. mă privești și îți umezești...
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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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ULUrsula K LeGuin
Ursula Kroeber was born in 1929 in Berkeley, California, where she grew up. Her parents were the anthropologist Alfred Kroeber and the writer Theodora Kroeber, author of Ishi. She went to Radcliffe College and did graduate work at Columbia University. She married Charles A. Le Guin, a historian, in Paris in 1953; they have lived in Portland, Oregon, since 1958, and have three children and three grandchildren. Ursula K. Le Guin writes both poetry and prose, and in various modes including realistic fiction, science fiction, fantasy, young children\'s books, books for young adults, screenplays, essays, verbal texts for musicians, and voicetexts for performance or recording. She has published six books of poetry, twenty novels, over a hundred short stories (collected in eleven volumes), four collections of essays, eleven books for children, and four volumes of translation. Few American writers have done work of such high quality in so many forms. Several of Le Guin’s major titles have...
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JPJacques Prevert
Jacques Prévert (4 februarie 1900 - 11 aprilie 1977) este un poet și un scenarist francez. După succesul primului său volum de poezii, Paroles (la vârsta de 45 de ani) devine, grație limbajului familiar și jocurilor de cuvinte, un mare poet popular. Poeziile lui sunt celebre în cadrul statelor francofone și sunt învățate în școlile franceze. *** Jacques Prévert: 4 February 1900 – 11 April 1977) was a French poet and screenwriter. His poems became and remain very popular in the French-speaking world, particularly in schools. Some of the movies he wrote are extremely well-regarded, with Les Enfants du Paradis considered one of the greatest films of all time. Prévert was born at Neuilly-sur-Seine and grew up in Paris. After receiving his Certificat d'études upon completing his primary education, he quit school and went to work in Le Bon Marché, a major department store in Paris. Called up for military service in 1918, after the war, he was sent to the Near East to defend French interests...
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John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck (1902-1968), born in Salinas, California, came from a family of moderate means. He worked his way through college at Stanford University but never graduated. In 1925 he went to New York, where he tried for a few years to establish himself as a free-lance writer, but he failed and returned to California. After publishing some novels and short stories, Steinbeck first became widely known with Tortilla Flat (1935), a series of humorous stories about Monterey paisanos. Steinbeck's novels can all be classified as social novels dealing with the economic problems of rural labour, but there is also a streak of worship of the soil in his books, which does not always agree with his matter-of-fact sociological approach. After the rough and earthy humour of Tortilla Flat, he moved on to more serious fiction, often aggressive in its social criticism, to In Dubious Battle (1936), which deals with the strikes of the migratory fruit pickers on California plantations. This was followed...
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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....
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...
After today
de Emilian Lican
Azi este duminică cum ieri a fost duminică și mâine va fi aceeași duminică de ieri și de azi... La radio se difuzează ,,Qeen-I want to break free"!Îi dau shout down și mânuiesc cu grație telecomanda...
my fight to lose
de oana stanescu
I came into the world bit by bit torn into pieces and people I didn’t know I didn’t want to know took me inside one had my ear another my nose my lip..my finger..my lung.. another my heart and...
Today
de Laura Kiritescu
TODAY Today is just another day Worse than yesterday And maybe better than tomorrow ‘cause my heart is full inside of sorrow. Nothing can compare with the things we had No one could imagine the great...
Come to me
de bayar
Come to me to the darkest woods In the darkest place of the planet, Join me through the creeping trees That embrace me with their frozen branches. Search me in the reigning darkness While I watch...