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Gabriela Radoi

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"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)

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Bucseneanu RaduBR

Bucseneanu Radu

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We are how we choose to be! ..nimic nu e concret si totu-i relativ !¿!

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Gheorghe StanilaGS

Gheorghe Stanila

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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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Taneda SantôkaTS

Taneda Santôka

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Taneda Santōka, birth name: Taneda Shōichi; 3 December 1882 - 11 October 1940) was the pen-name of a Japanese author and haiku poet. He is known for his free verse haiku. Santoka, an ordained Zen priest, after spending most of his life wandering all over the country as a begging monk, chose to settle in Matsuyama only to die 10 months later. The humble cottage where he dwelt -- Isso-an (A Blade of Grass Hermitage) is preserved north of Ehime University. His books and documents are also preserved in Shiki Memorial Museum. "In February of 1929 I received ordination as a monk and became resident priest at Mitori Kannon-do in the countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture. It was truly a solitary forest life (sanrin dokuju); as for quietness it was quiet, as for loneliness it was lonely -- such a life it was." (Taneda Santoka - from "Sômokutô") The Zen he was ultimately to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become...

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choose wisely

de Cantoriu Alex

mă privea! am luat șervețelul pe care aveam scris numărul și m- am șters în grabă la gura sufletului pe bilet scria o călătorie dus spre iad inițial, prețul era ignoranța... dar apoi m- a părăsit!...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII

de John Milton

Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...

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In the Old Age of the Soul

de Ezra Pound

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet Brings momentary life and...

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Dream

de Antemir Antonio Eduard

I listen how time passes And I choose beautiful words Which I lign up along the way destiny takes I am watching through the window of a bitter-sweet smile A mob of words awaits To sacrifice...

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To A Young Beauty

de William Butler Yeats

DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest Soon topples down the hill. You may, that...

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Awake

de Jim Morrison

Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day\'s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples...

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sorry..

de oana stanescu

I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...

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it\'s only words

de oana stanescu

I wish I could give up I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be...

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Sonnet LXIV

de William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time\'s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the...

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the three shadows

de dan mihuț

o gentlemen swallow your prayers because the wind makes a mockery of men your soul becomes a fish you swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss your soul feeds on fish on piss, puss and men who...

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Procrastinație

de serban georgescu

Stimați existenți, stimate existențe, Dați-mi voie să îmi încep discursul cu o ezitare... „Când fata dori să apuce fructul, craniul din copac îi scuipă în palmă ... și atunci ... fata rămase gravidă”...

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Interview with Enrique Iglesias

de A.M. Rika

Enrique Iglesias reaches for the stars with his feet on the ground Enrique Iglesias is the boy next door, someone who grew up doing things quietly, but effectively. Dreaming of becoming a pop star...

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The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man

de Ohm

Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...

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Alexandra Leaving

de Radu Tudor Ciornei

Suddenly the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder, They slip between the sentries of the heart. Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure, They...

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A Teen\'s Thoughts

de Oana Tautu

Darkness... Confusion... fear of tomorrow. Hopes and Dreams. I\'m 18 years old The world is in front of me; At least, that is what I\'m told. All I have to do is grab it, and I\'ll do ok in the thing...

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to hell and back

de oana stanescu

Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...

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