"Wasted Dreams" – 231 rezultate
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Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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GSGheorghe Stanila
M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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NGNot Wanted Girl
Nimic de zis...
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Joseph Louis Vance
Louis Joseph Vance was born on September 19, 1879 in New York, New York (although some sources say Washington, DC). He was an American fiction writer of short stories, novels and screenplays. Vance was the son of Wilson and Lillie Beall Vance. Originally, Vance wanted to become an artist and illustrator and attended the Art Students League and Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Vance married Nance Elizabeth Hodges in 1898. They had one son, Wilson Beall Vance who was born the following year. Vance was 26 years old when his first book,Terence O\'Rourke,Gentlema Adventurer was published in 1905. Vance was a \"hack\" writer for many years producing hundreds of short stories and some adventure novels until he published a group of three mystery novels which promoted him to best-selling author status. The novels were: The Brass Bowl (1907) about a beautiful young girl, who in order to help her grieving father,becomes a burglar and meets a professional burglar who resembles the identical twin...
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Karin Boye
Karin Boye s-a născut pe 26 Octombrie 1900, în orașul Suedez Göteborg. Ea a început să scrie și sã participe la dezbateri culturale chiar din vremea studenției, la început din punct de vedere religios, răzvrătindu-se pe atunci împotriva politicii conservatoare culturale. Poeziile din tinerețe au fost influențate de Buddhism, Schopenhauer și în cele din urmã de Nietzsche. A scris în tinerețe volumele de poezii: MOLN(1922), GÖMDA LAND(1924) și HÄRDARNA(1927). În volumul FÖR TRÄDETS SKULL( 1935) ea își schimbă stilul… Romanele și povestirile scurte pe care le-a scris au tratat dificile probleme psihologice și morale… În 1931 Boye a fondat cu Erik Mesterton revista de poezie Riwkin Spektrum, prezentându-i pe T.S.Eliot și Surrealists cititorilor Suedezi. Împreunã cu criticul Erik Mesterton, ea a tradus Eliot's Waste Land. Boye a contribuit de asemenea la revista Arbetet(între anii 1932-1933). A scris și povestiri științifico-fantastice, KALLOCAIN (1940). Torturată de...
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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."
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ECEdward Estlin Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894 to Edward and Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. He was named after his father but his family called him by his middle name. Estlin's father was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University and later a Unitarian minister. Cummings described his father as a hero and a person who could accomplish anything that he wanted to. He was well skilled and was always working or repairing...
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HELLO
de cantece celebre
I\'ve been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I\'ve kissed your lips a thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door. Hello is it me you\'re lookin\' for? I can see it in your...
A rose
de Andrei Tudora
When you’re sad and want to cry I want to help but don’t know why. To make you smile, remove your tears, It’s all I wanted for so many years. But you ignore me all the time, And don’t whant for us to...
Lovesong
de Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and...
A murder of one
de Radu Herinean
Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn\'t have to mean you\'re on your own Your can look outside your window He doesn\'t have to know We can talk...
Finding the right path
de Cristina
Since young Nadejda\'s destiny was decided by others, The adult life she began as a child; Her life represents the embodiment of a curved, dark tunnel, She accomplished her goals with more than one...
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...
Athanasia
de Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...
Always on my mind
de George
You are always on my mind You are so sweet and caring Sweetheart, you are one of a kind You are on my mind day and night When I sleep, I always dream of you Knowing everything will work out right I...
Sometimes
de Laura
Maybe sometimes is too dark to find the way inside your heart, Maybe sometimes you feel like dying and everything you've got is crying, Maybe sometimes you lose a dream and your soul and mind and...
No More...
de bayar
No more, I said, not one more tear No more moments to crush my will Not one second of looking behind At what has been in a crazy mind No more, she said, and kissed my cheek Making me shiver down to...
Destinație
de Dana Stanescu
Înainte de a citi, cer puțină îngăduință. În ultimul timp, mi se nasc versurile în engleză, nu e snobism și nici experimentalism, cam tot ce citesc acum e în această limbă, asta poate fi o...
Best wishes
de Crisan Iulian
You were my greatest deceit And my treason was me, then I thought of you to be more, Much more than I could ever imagine. I kept looking for you among the stars On a shallow sky, and so I failed To...