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Bangau Cristina Simona

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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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whatever is

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whateverW

whatever

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Ioana

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Whatever!

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JK

John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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The Seafarer

de Ezra Pound

May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...

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I always say

de Lia Miruna Dumitrache

So there we were, in hell. Burning programme’s nine to four – the perpetual thing is bogus cause there’s too many of us and they have to have shifts and besides they gotta cool the place down at...

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An everlasting love

de Filip Ruxandra

It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...

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Way Of The Souls

de Octav Chivulescu

ISBN 973-0-03999-2 Noita R. Ipsni WAY OF THE SOULS * OURSELVES CIVILIZATION OF THE INS SOURCE OF LIGHT ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS CHAPTER 666 TRACES IN THE SAND Computer...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book X

de John Milton

Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...

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Invictus

de William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as a Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under...

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THE ANTICHRIST

de Friedrich Nietzsche

THE ANTICHRIST by Friedrich Nietzsche Published 1895 translation by H.L. Mencken Published 1920 PREFACE This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. It is possible...

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Invinctus (de William Ernest Henley)

de Cristian Vasiliu

Prin noaptea neagră ca un hău Adânc, ce-n brațe m-a cuprins, Îi mulțumesc lui Dumnezeu Pentru-al meu suflet neînvins. N-am plâns și n-am strigat deloc În gheara sorții, iar când trec Prin viața-mi...

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The Use and Abuse of History

de Friedrich Nietzsche

The Use and Abuse of History (1878) By Friedrich Nietzsche Forward \"Incidentally, I despise everything which merely instructs me without increasing or immediately enlivening my activity.\" These are...

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To Thomas Moore

de George Gordon Noel Byron

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here\'s a double health to thee! Here\'s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever...

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things will never be the same again...within reaso

de green eyes

pareri , impresii si mai presus de toate anonimat.... critica( fie ea si literara) la umbra anonimatului are valoare intrinseca a nulitati ce resimte din pseudo-standardele pe care le expuneti....

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PARADISE LOST -- Book IX

de John Milton

Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...

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From Paracelsus

de Robert Browning

I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whateer you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross...

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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...

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Featuring

de Stefan Caraman

interviu în vis se făcea că eram într-o sală de bal toată lumea dansa salsa încercau să treacă pe sub o bară pe care scria “ego” îi distra faptul că nu reușeau stăteam pe-un taburet și luam notițe...

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