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M-am nascut, exist, dar cine sunt? [ancheta sociala]
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EFErich Fried
Erich Fried (um 6. Mai 1921 in Wien geboren und am 22. November 1988 in Baden-Baden gestorben) war ein österreichischer Lyriker, Übersetzer und Essayist jüdischer Herkunft. Erich Fried wuchs in Wien als einziges Kind einer jüdischen Familie auf. Sein Vater Hugo war Spediteur und seine Mutter Nellie Grafikerin. Bereits als Fünfjähriger trat er mit einer Kinderschauspielgruppe auf verschiedenen Bühnen Wiens auf. Fried besuchte das Gymnasium Wasagasse am Alsergrund. Bald nach dem Anschluss Österreichs an Deutschland starb im Mai 1938 Frieds Vater an den Folgen eines Verhörs durch die Gestapo. Daraufhin emigrierte Erich Fried über Belgien nach London, wo er viele Jahre bleiben sollte. Er gründete dort die Selbsthilfegruppe Emigrantenjugend, der es gelang, viele Gefährdete, darunter auch seine Mutter, nach England zu bringen. Während des Kriegs schlug er sich mit Gelegenheitsarbeiten als Bibliothekar, Milchchemiker, Fabrikarbeiter durch, wurde anschließend Mitarbeiter bei zahlreichen neu...
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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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Cristina Toropu
I was born in Tg-Jiu ( the beatiful place where people might admire Brancusi's monumental masterpieces), Romania. After getting my Master's degree in Mathematics from University of Bucharest and working for four years as Junior Assistant Professor in Romanian-American University, Bucharest, I decided to leave my country in order to study some more Mathematics. After spending two years in Montreal, Canada, I moved to USA where I am currently doing my Ph.D in Mathematics. Writing poems helps me convey ideas and feelings to other people. It happend that two short poems of mine, translated in French, got published in " North Texas World Literatures Review" Vol. 2, ETC... , run by the Foreign Language Department of UNT, Denton, TX, USA.
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APAlina Popescu
City of birth: Bucharest I am a graduate of the Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures. My major was English. Currently I am a freelance translator. As of 2009, I work for the Embassy of Japan.
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NANaim Araidi
Naim Araidi was born in 1950, in the Druze village of Marrar in the Galilee. He went to Hebrew school in Haifa, and continued to a PhD in Hebrew Literature. He teaches in Haifa and has published numerous books of poetry and prose both Arabic and Hebrew. He has been awarded the Prime Minister's Award; The Creativity Prize for Arabic Literature; and an honorary PhD from the World Academy for Arts and Culture. A book of poetry entitled Back to the Village is available in English The first poetry book published in 1972 and others: Back into the village, 1986 - Perhaps this is love, 1990 - Five dimensions, 1991 Soldiers of water,1988 (prose) Fatal baptizing, 1992 (novel), Still - run deep, 2003 (poems). He has been translated into many languages. Books Published in Hebrew Is Love Possible [poetry), Eked, 1972 [Eich Efshar Leehov) Compassion and Fear [poetry), Eked, 1975 [Hemlah Ve-Pahad) Return to the Village [poetry), Am Oved, 1986 [Hazarti El Ha-Kefar) Perhaps it`s Love [poems ), Sifriat...
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GSGheorghe Stanila
M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!
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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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Vladimir Tritescu
Nu prea scriu in romana asa ca cele mai multe poezii pe care le scriu sunt in engleza si alea care-s in romana sunt copilaresti,prostesti si ma urasc ca le-am scris. Opere apreciate:Patheticlly In Love,Jesus Almost Loves Us,God was born in Seattle si The Roach
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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I Am
de Sorana Petrescu Felicia
I AM all here... yet all you’re able to perceive of me is a part of my Dream. Illusions? Rather a deeply seductive mask of disillusions… - “You’re beautiful !” - No ! You are what’s beautiful about...
Zori
de Arthur Rimbaud
Am îmbrățișat zorii zilei de vară. Nimic nu se clintea încă pe fruntea palatelor. Apa era moartă. Taberele umbrelor nu părăseau drumul de pădure. Am umblat, trezind răsuflările vii și călduțe, iar...
Nimeni
de paul rotaru
Nu sunt. N-am fost. Nu voi fi. Sunt nimeni fiul nimanui. Din nimic Sunt. Sunt, cand nu sunt . Tu nu ma vezi, dar eu te vad. Tu nu m-auzi, dar eu te aud. Tu crezi ca esti Tu Dar gresesti... . Eu sunt...
He Was a Quiet Man
de razvan cirezaru
Am primit filmul ăsta de la un prieten ale cărui alegeri în materie nu sunt dintre cele mai fericite. Cu atât mi-a fost mai mare mirarea cu cât filmul e relativ recent, din 2007, și a scăpat atenției...
Elegantly wasted
de alice drogoreanu
am să te aștept cu picioarele încrucișate într-o provocare malițioasă insidios lenea se pisicește pe pielea mea și-mi urcă pe gât îmi zburlește părul tot ochii tăi stinși sunt undeva în urmă ca și...
Alles was ist, ist vernünftig
de Mihai Vogoride
astăzi la ora 12 am început să cred cu înverșunare era un ion pozitiv acolo care vorbea cu mine nedefinit ca o răcoare prin limpezimi și umbre venite de departe exist doar ca o verigă a lanțului...
If I was in World War II they\'d call me spitfire
de alice drogoreanu
ți-am lăsat un sentiment în spate un cuțit lat să mă ții minte până mori și-o palmă mai sus nu zidurile astea sunt bolnave sunt gata să jur e altceva în rest totul e cât de poate de corect...
hope was a place
de ispas florin ciprian
Din cauza ta sunt un om terminat.Nu credeam ca o sa ajung sa zic asa ceva, nenorocitii aia de papuci! De ce i-am luat in picioare atunci? De ce? De ce? De ce am urcat la etaj? Am urcat la etaj sa...
it´s was not my plan to find this but it´s GREAT. Wonderful!
de Marinescu Victor
Nu știu nimic despre viață și nu știu mai nimic despre cucurigule și ăsta e secretul meu cel mai ascuns și nu stiu de ce am destule motive să nu mai cred în liniștea care se preface. dar întotdeauna...