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ANandra n
"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"
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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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G.K. Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in London, England on the 29th of May, 1874. Though he considered himself a mere \"rollicking journalist,\" he was actually a prolific and gifted writer in virtually every area of literature. A man of strong opinions and enormously talented at defending them, his exuberant personality nevertheless allowed him to maintain warm friendships with people-- such as George Bernard Shaw and H. G. Wells--with whom he vehemently disagreed. Chesterton had no difficulty standing up for what he believed. He was one of the few journalists to oppose the Boer War. His 1922 Eugenics and Other Evils attacked what was at that time the most progressive of all ideas, the idea that the human race could and should breed a superior version of itself. In the Nazi experience, history demonstrated the wisdom of his once \"reactionary\" views. His poetry runs the gamut from the comic The Logical Vegetarian to dark and serious ballads. During the dark days of 1940, when Britain...
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Grigoraș V.Vasilică
Born in his hometown Constanta, Tomis Boulevard 310 from a peasant family , his father being jokeu stud horse Mangalia , turn from a family of horse breeders village Lucina PROTV broadcast television . His mother was a very religious woman educating his son before educators and teachers , knowing the alphabet and read it before he go to kindergarten . Reading the newspapers every day to the elders at the gate. Starting kindergarten classes, already his mother teaches arithmetic and math , so his son years in a row only take first prize every year in courses taken at the secondary school in the town of Ovidiu, where his parents moved . His mother dies at her birthday on 5 november 1978, after his father married with a vicious woman practicing prostitution to place Herringbone of Wheat. In 1984 begins Industrial High School Marina of Constanta, under the tutelage of the Ministry of National Defense, where parallel attends the Higher Institute of Information , specialty Psychology -...
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GAGrama Miruna Aura
I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME
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Osho
Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...
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CCCarlos Castaneda
Carlos Castaneda (25 December 1925 – 27 April 1998) was a Peruvian-born American anthropologist and author. Starting with The Teachings of Don Juan in 1968, Castaneda wrote a series of books that describe his purported training in traditional Mesoamerican shamanism. His 12 books have sold more than 8 million copies in 17 languages. The books and Castaneda, who rarely spoke in public about his work, have been controversial for many years. Supporters claim the books are either true or at least valuable works of philosophy and descriptions of practices which enable an increased awareness. Academic critics claim the books are works of fiction, citing the books' internal contradictions, discrepancies between the books and anthropological data, alternate sources for Castaneda's detailed knowledge of shamanic practices and lack of corroborating evidence. In his books, Castaneda narrated in first person what he claimed were his experiences under the tutelage of a Yaqui shaman named don Juan...
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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Bianca Solonariu
Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. Absolventa a Seminarului Teologic Cuv. Paraschateva, -Agapia-Neamt, promotia 2003; Absolventa a Universitatii Al.I. Cuza -Iasi, Facultatea de Economie si Administrarea Afacerilor, promotia 2007;
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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...
Zwang de 11
de Miruna Gavaz
Mă uit în oglindă să-mi amintesc că exist, Ce trist. Am încercat să fac lovele, Dar nu am reuşit. Am încercat să fiu un înger, Apoi m-am plictisit. M-am transferat în poezie, Să fiu deosebit(ă). M-am...
Iti mai aduci aminte de…?
de Sandu Iaschevici
Iti mai aduci aminte de…? de Sandu Iaschevici, corneliu11@yahoo.com Parca toate s-au intamplat ieri! Cum e posibil sa fii trecut atatia ani intre ieri si azi? Terasele noastre de bere de la Astoria,...
poem of a woman
de tania cozianu
ea își decorează duminica în mătase albă înșiră pe covor scrisorile de dragoste rien de rien le leagă cu panglică satinată non je ne regrette rien surâde și-adună părul la spate diseară citesc truman...
URBS SACRA AETERNA
de Oscar Wilde
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age\'s span: Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the...
Mending Wall
de Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn\'t love a wall, That sends the frozen ground swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; ANd makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 5) ACT III SCENE I A room in the castle. [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no...
Scrisoarea lui Mardare din Toronto pentru iubita lui din România
de Viorel Gaita
Dragă darling, Stau intr-un two and a half and I’m staring la picture-ul pe care mi l-ai trimis lately pe e-mail. Parcă in cel de acum două săptamâni n-aveai boob-șii așa de mari. Mă uit la ei și-mi...
Laura
de Paul Valéry
Since dawn she has been with me, Laura, alone in a private sphere. Solitude I name this closed system where all things are alive. At this first hour I bank neither with my days nor with my nights,...
\"Out, Out - \"
de Robert Frost
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could...