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dan mariusDM

dan marius

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"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/

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Naomi Shihab NyeNN

Naomi Shihab Nye

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Naomi Shihab Nye was born on March 12, 1952, in St. Louis, Missouri, to a Palestinian father and an American mother. During her high school years, she lived in Ramallah in Jordan, the Old City in Jerusalem, and San Antonio, Texas, where she later received her B.A. in English and world religions from Trinity University. Nye is the author of numerous books of poems, including You and Yours (BOA Editions, 2005), which received the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award, as well as 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East (2002), a collection of new and selected poems about the Middle East, Fuel (1998), Red Suitcase (1994), and Hugging the Jukebox (1982). Nye gives voice to her experience as an Arab-American through poems about heritage and peace that overflow with a humanitarian spirit. About her work, the poet William Stafford has said, \"her poems combine transcendent liveliness and sparkle along with warmth and human insight. She is a champion of the literature of encouragement and...

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Aldous Leonard HuxleyAH

Aldous Leonard Huxley

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[[en]] Aldous Leonard Huxley was born on July 26, 1894, into a family that included some of the most distinguished members of that part of the English ruling class made up of the intellectual elite. Aldous' father was the son of Thomas Henry Huxley, a great biologist who helped develop the theory of evolution. His mother was the sister of Mrs. Humphrey Ward, the novelist; the niece of Matthew Arnold, the poet; and the granddaughter of Thomas Arnold, a famous educator and the real-life headmaster of Rugby School who became a character in the novel Tom Brown's Schooldays.Brave New World book cover Undoubtedly, Huxley's heritage and upbringing had an effect on his work. Gerald Heard, a longtime friend, said that Huxley's ancestry "brought down on him a weight of intellectual authority and a momentum of moral obligations." Throughout Brave New World you can see evidence of an ambivalent attitude toward such authority assumed by a ruling class. Like the England of his day, Huxley's Utopia...

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RB

Robert Browning

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Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, which is south of London. His birthday falls within a couple of months of the births of Dickens and Thackeray. He was the eldest of 2 children, born to Robert and Sarah Anna Browning. His father was a bank clerk. He attended London University for a short while in 1828, but received most of his education by readinghis from his father\'s library. His first poem, Pauline, was published when he was 21. It was soon followed by Paracelsus (1835) and Sordello (1840). A year later, Pippa Passes, the first in a series entitled Bells and Pomegranates was published; the remaining seven parts appeared between 1841-46. In 1846, Browning eloped with Elizabeth Barrett and lived with her in Italy until his death in 1861. Various difficulties made the poet\'s requested burial in Florence impossible, and his body was returned to England to be interred in Westminster Abbey. The they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one, Some...

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Roxy

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I`m too sexy 4 your but :)

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Ovidiu P. SachelarieOS

Ovidiu P. Sachelarie

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I write your life away.

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RaduR

Radu

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There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

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Boboc ClaudiaBC

Boboc Claudia

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You are looking a way to change your life

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Alin PopaAP

Alin Popa

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The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred. Nu îți cere niciodată iertare pentru sentimentele pe care le afișezi. Atunci când faci acest lucru, tu îți ceri practic iertare pentru adevărul din tine. Și puțini au puterea să pună în palma altcuiva emoții, într-o lume de măști și suflete goale. Sunt puține lacrimi sincere pe pământ – Marin Preda

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Geo Mihali

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Last but not least i'm off the leash reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off i'll put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you're village from a different angle

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Shut your mouth

de Adela Setti

de la prima până la ultima dezarticulare - un amurg perpetuu de sine viața e o arteră monstruoasă - cuvintele creează ambuteiaje în nevoia de alții imaginăm coincidențe fericite - intersecțiile ne...

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cearșafuri ude

de Dacian Constantin

___my___breath___is___in___your___mouth___ într-o zi a bătut la ușă copilul meu s-a tăvălit în făină mi-a șters pe șorț picioarele taților lui sunt plină de urmele lor băloase care zvâcnesc și se...

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The Ventriloquists

de Harold Pinter

I send my voice into your mouth You return the compliment I am the Count of Cannizzaro You are Her Royal Highness the Princess Augusta I am the thaumaturgic chain You hold the opera glass and cards...

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Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore

de Comte de Lautreamont

Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...

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my skin

de B. Andreea

Take a look at my body Look at my hands There\'s so much here that I don\'t understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don\'t need them \'Cause I\'ve been treated so wrong, I\'ve...

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Sinucigasul

de Nikolai Erdman

Young man, do you think -- or I should say what do you think -- please don\'t interrupt me, just listen -- imagine that tomorrow at twelve noon you are going to take a revolver in your hand -- please...

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I like you calm, as if you were absent

de Pablo Neruda

I like you calm, as if you were absent, and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you. It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying: it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth. Since...

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TAKE THIS WALTZ

de Leonard Cohen

now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...

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miercuri

de Anne Marie Oprea

Astazi cred ca am sa intarzii, daca nu ma grabesc un pic. Bine asa, inca un pic de ciocolata, si plecam. Uite, masina mea a venit deja, vorbim mai tarziu, te iubesc... si totul suna atat de aiurea pe...

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Goblin Market

de Christina Rossetti

MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...

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