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RSRobert Sheckley
Robert Sheckley, born in 1928, grew up in New Jersey and served in Korea before selling his first story in 1951. A master of satire and irony whose work has been called \"galactic humor,\" Sheckley was one of the first to portray gadgets that think for humans, such as intelligent refrigerators. Among his classic stories are \"Shape\", \"Specialist\", \"Seventh Victim\", and \"Warm\" (all 1953), \"The Prize of Peril\" (1958), \"The Store of the Worlds\" (1959), \"The People Trap\" (1968), and \"Can You Feel Anything When I Do This?\" (1969); \"Shall We Have a Little Talk?\" (1965) and \"What Is Life?\" (1976) were Nebula and World Fantasy award nominees respectively. Early story collections Untouched by Human Hands (1954), Citizen in Space (1955), and Pilgrimage to Earth (1957) were followed by others in the \'60s and \'70s, with retrospective The Collected Short Fiction of Robert Sheckley published in 5 volumes in 1991. Sheckley\'s first novel Immortality Inc. (1959) was an expanded...
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DIDan Iordache
Am imigrat cu familia in Québec, Canada. In tara am fost traducator, profesor de istorie si engleza, fotoreporter si jurnalist. In Québec, am reluat studiile de arte plastice, am obtinut un Certificat in Artele Visuale. Din 2002 sunt artist visual profesionist iar din 2003 predau expresiunea artistica (in special pictura acrilica si acuarela).O parte din ce am facut se poate vedea fie pe www.artsquebec.ca (ca Ion Danu) fie pe id.sito.org/yan. I've immigrated to Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada, with my family. In the old country I was a translator, a history teacher, a reporter, journalist and such. Here, in Quebec, I've did all kind of odd jobs and studied art until I've found my last job as an art teacher (and freelance visual artist). If interested, you can see what I do at : http://id.sito.org/yan/ J'ai imigré au Québec avec ma famille. En Roumanie, j'étais traducteur, professeur d'historie et d'anglais, photo reporter, journaliste. Au Québec, j'ai étudié à l'Université (j'ai une...
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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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Stan Virgil
Salut dragi scriitori anonimi! Am aflat de curand de site-ul acesta si mi se pare foarte interesant ca lumea inca mai citeste... ba mai mult, ca lumea inca mai scrie intr-o societate de manelisti, jocuri video si filme violente! What can I say... sunt un tip cu studii medii, cu un an de actorie si innebunit dupa lectura si scris... Motivul pentru care aplic pe acest site este simplu: Am inceput scrierea unui roman, si m-ar interesa din partea voastra cateva impresii sincere, asa... ca de la un scriitor anonim la un altul. Am sa pun cateva fragmente din romanul meu in zilele urmatoare. Nu prea se incadreaza cuvintele mele in chenarul \"Biografie\" ci mai degraba ca o scrisoare de introducere, insa detaliile tehnice nu prea m-au interesat nici sa le expun si nici sa le primesc de la altii. Sunt un om al esentei, nu al superficialului. Asadar, sper sa fiti cat mai sinceri in a-mi da o nota textului pe care il voi scrie. Va urez mult succes si voua in aceasta arta care din punct de vedere...
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TDTeo Dobre
What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed promise for moments caught within the spell... What happened to wonders we once knew so well? Did we forget what happened, surely we can't tell...
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DDdiaconescu diana
"Though nothing can bring back the hour,of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what remains behind." william wordsworth
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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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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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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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
EMSHA
de Olariu Fabian
Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...
FROZEN
de Anca Pepelea
- MADONNA - You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You\'re frozen When your heart\'s not open You\'re so consumed with how much you get You waste your time...
Maniac
de cantece celebre
Just a still town girl on a saturday night Lookin\' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she\'s crazy Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 8) ACT IV SCENE VI Another room in the castle. [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have...
Lil\' Beethoven
de Florescu Bogdan
Exista lucruri pe le trecem cu vederea pentru simplul fapt ca ar putea sa ne tulbure constiinta si strafundurile prea tare cu frumusetea lor. Un astfel de lucru este Lil\' Beethoven, al 19-lea album...
What is Love?
de ciocas alex
What is Love? Someone asked me “What is love?” Is this feeling when you’re hurt? When you love you see the best Of this world and ignore the rest. Your mind’s focused on one thing On the girl that...
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...
The Final Cut
de Pink Floyd
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I\'m spiralling down to the hole in the ground where...
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...