"ashes to ashes" – 101 rezultate
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ACAlmasan Cristian
Nascut la 17 decembrie 1983 la Medias,un orasel langa Sibiu. Crescut la Sibiu,unde a fost invatat esentialul despre lume si cam ce se afla in ea,la scoala germana. In toamna anului 2002 a plecat la Cluj-Napoca,pentru a incepe acolo cursurile la "Facultatea de Psihologie si Stiinte ale Educatiei",specializarea psihologie. In vara anului 2006 a incheiat studiile...iar in 2007 asteapta sa-si dea licenta. A scris mult in timpul liceului si a facultatii,dar numai unele poezii au ramas...restul s-au pierdut in vant.Nu a publicat nimic,dar o va face (candva). Limbile in care scrie sunt:engleza,germana si romana.
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ashes to ashes
de Andrei Dumitrescu
ashes to ashes dirt to dirt, there\'s no love for us here in this world, ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt, nothing left here but hurt...
Outline
de Poison
From ashes to ashes, From dust to dust. The moments are like flashes And life is the crust. The moments are passing by, Without the smile of a victory. Nobody taught me how to fly. I know the wings...
O sută cincizeci și cinci
de adrian pop
au trecut zile și n-am scris despre îngeri poemul meu erotic stă-ntr-un fișier word office douămii șapte șlefuit polișat și încă ai nevoie de el au trecut zile și nu am renunțat la prostiile astea...
Adnotări pe marginea ideii de dublă refracție în cristalele spat de Islanda
de serban georgescu
Motto: Se ia cartea, se închide și se merge la culcare. Corolar: ”Părintele alege povestea, pentru că... la el e punguța cu doi bani. Nu?” (Mihaela Dedeoglu, emisiune despre poveștile pentru copii,...
Lumea pute și ferestre nu se pot deschide
de Sorin Stoica
Periodic merg în Spania, în orașul care mi-a marcat decisiv viața și m-a format. Văd reclame peste tot cu tineri și tinere mai altfel. Panouri mari, moderne, scumpe. Oamenii din anunțuri au sindromul...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
Phoenix
de Sepia
Shall I cry again For your tears, Phoenix? Shall I let myself be spreaded again, Along with your ashes? You redeem me every time I lose my soul Somewhere, amidst the ruins of Svarog... Shall I...
Liquid Sunshine Days
de Ohm
Don\'t slip away Under the stairs Or think bad thoughts In the middle of prayers Exposing your soul Like an open door Stained on the surface Rotten to the core Sleeping all day Locks up your mind And...
(Madman?) (Exorcism? Painkiller?)
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
(Madman?) (Exorcism? Painkiller?) I can hear your madness In the darkness I can feel the pain within your soul The sky is in your brain The brain is in the sky My boy fly And let your soul slip In...
Life\'s Turn
de Bledea Ovidiu
Even though the moon\'s the same Shining down on tips of trees, Its rays of weak glow Light a chaotic quietness, Which echoes deep in my soul Off the walls of the emptyness that you left; None of...
Wish you were here
de Roger Waters
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell And did they get you to trade...
DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...
Sonnet LXXIII
de William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...
Wish You Were Here
de Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade...
Nothing
de Crisan Iulian
I did have nothing when I came And so shall I take nothing when I go I was myself, with me… and all And I’ll be nothing nevermore A crow was I, I flew through life I had but me, and nothing more I...
Joan of Arc
de Leonard Cohen
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, \"I\'m tired of the war, I...