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Eternity

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"An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing"

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John KeatsJK

John Keats

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John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Alina Greavu

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http://alina-greavu.blogspot.ro/p/about-me.html

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Carmen FenesanCF

Carmen Fenesan

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"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)

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Mircea BraslasuMB

Mircea Braslasu

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Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...

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Carla Ionita

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I am the damnedest creature! I make you think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquerr. Will I weep when there are no more rules to break?

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Tom Waits

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In the 1970s, Tom Waits combined a lyrical focus on desperate, lowlife characters with a persona that seemed to embody the same lifestyle, which he sang about in a raspy, gravelly voice. From the '80s on, his work became increasingly theatrical as he moved into acting and composing. Growing up in southern California, Waits attracted the attention of manager Herb Cohen, who also handled Frank Zappa, and was signed by him at the beginning of the 1970s, resulting in the material later released as The Early Years and The Early Years, Vol. 2. His formal recording debut came with Closing Time (1973) on Asylum Records, an album that contained "Ol' 55," which was covered by labelmates the Eagles for their On the Border album. Waits attracted critical acclaim and a cult audience for his subsequent albums, The Heart of Saturday Night (1974), the two-LP live set Nighthawks at the Diner (1975), Small Change (1976), Foreign Affairs (1977), Blue Valentine (1978), and Heart Attack and Vine (1980)....

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Lafcadio HearnLH

Lafcadio Hearn

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Patrick Lafcadio Hearn (27 June 1850 - 26 September 1904), also known as Koizumi Yakumo (СÈȘ°Ëë…?) after gaining Japanese citizenship, was an author, best known for his books about Japan. He is especially well-known for his collections of Japanese legends and ghost stories, such as Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things. Hearn was born in Lefkada (the origin of his middle name), one of the Greek Ionian Islands. He was the son of Surgeon-major Charles Bush Hearn (of County Offaly, Ireland) and Rosa Antonia Kassimati, who had been born on Kythera, an island in the Myrtoon Pelagos (currently in the municipality of Athens). His father was stationed in Lefkada during the British occupation of the islands. Lafcadio was initially baptized Patricio Lefcadio Tessima Carlos Hearn in the Greek Orthodox Church. It is not clear that Hearn's parents were ever legally married, and the Irish Protestant relatives on his father's side considered him to have been born out of wedlock. (This may,...

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Baba Radu IulianBI

Baba Radu Iulian

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Realizator TV Emisiune "Pericol de viata" Emisiune cu target tineri intre 14 si 20 de ani Emisiune difuzata la TV NEPTUN Constanta Premiul I la TINERE CONDEIE pentru piesa de teatru - "HOT ZONE IN '89" One Minute Films Hungary - " A question about shoes" Budapesta 2003 Extreme Passion Festival Sweden " A small story about my country" Stockholm 2003 Student in Anul I la UNATC "I. L Caragiale" Bucuresti sectia Regie Film si Televizune UNATC 2005 "Compozitie de cadru" Bucuresti 2005 UNATC 2006 "SEX APPEAL" Bucuresti 2006 UNATC 2007 "SECUNDA 0" UNATC 2007 "TRIP FM" UNATC 2007 "THANK U FOR A WONDERFULL ORDINARY DAY"

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tudor ursenteTU

tudor ursente

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16 ani,clasa a10 la colegiul national mihai eminescu oradea,jurnalist(colaborator la saptamanalul 'sportul bihorean'). scriitor in devenire iq 142 girls,about me:1,84,sarmant,romantic u'll see the rest;)-hi5:http://tudor-ace.hi5.com

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about nothing

de ioana negoescu

“delicat trădător de sine” pândind o culoare dicriminatorie în certitudinea vagului ca definire a limitei, devenire aleatorie în spațiul centripet împotriva unui univers paradoxal expansiv, călcând...

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draft

de Petru Teodor

(nobody tells you how is going to be nobody worries about nothing looking through you like through a paper through an empty paper no letters, no worries, no thoughts) ți-am deschis ușa și în urma ta...

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Dreams

de Bratu Mihai

Sometime you want it, Sometime you feel it, Sometime You want to catch it, But you never think about find it! A desire?...maybe A dream?...can be A thought?...possibly Your guilty...

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IReverSYBIL

de dorinMOLDOVEANU

FADE IN: INT. EMPTY ROOM: Nothing happens for about 10 minutes. INT. SAME ROOM, BUT NOW IS DECORATED WITH OLD NAKED MALES ON BEDS: UGLY OLD MALE: I always thought of my mum as a good woman. VERY UGLY...

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Hardly had I left the house

de Dorin Popa

when, all of the sudden,implacable all the doors closed hermetically exactly when I was about to leave this house this life this death oh, so many things are to be done when nothings is left to be...

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Portrait D\'une Femme

de Ezra Pound

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things, Strange spars of...

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The Last Question

de Isaac Asimov

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over...

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thoughts in the rain

de blue

a man lost in the rain is hiding under trees, he takes a nap and a pretty woman appears in his dream. the blue sky, the rainbow up, and a pretty woman to love you up. a man dreams about his love when...

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The Axe Helve

de Robert Frost

I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...

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Le Spectre de la rose

de Théophile Gautier

Open your closed eyelid, Brushed by a virginal dream. I am the spectre of a rose That you wore last night to the ball. You took me still pearled With the silver tears of the watering can, And about...

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