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Dead on ArrivalDA

Dead on Arrival

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6 poezii, 0 proze

MF

Mihaescu Florin

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BI

bakari itami

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Nascuta fara sens,voi muri la fel. Viata nu are sens si e mai presus de orice discutie filosofica,fiind mult mai simpla si mult mai complicata decat un om o poate vedea,neavand niciodata un motiv sau obligatie.

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Spinache CatalinSC

Spinache Catalin

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HUH? me? well, just (almost) dead.

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TT

Tomas Tranströmer

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TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER is the author of eleven books of poetry, most recently For the Living and the Dead and Grief Gondola, and a prose memoir, Memories See Me. His work has been translated into thirty languages, and has received the Petrach Prize in Germany, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Miroslav AnticiMA

Miroslav Antici

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Miroslav "Mika" Antiæ (March 14, 1932 – June 24, 1986) was a Serbian poet, journalist and painter. Antiæ was born in Mokrin, Vojvodina, Serbia (then Yugoslavia). He wrote poems, articles, dramas, movie and TV scripts and documentaries. Mika also acted in several movies, and was an amateur painter. His best known poem is "Srem", in which he mourns for dead in World War II and describes the beauty of Srem using "beæarac" song form. He is well known as a bohemian. Mika Antiæ is best known as a children and youth poet, a master of delicate and gentle sentiments. His bohemian, hard-drinking lifestyle is best illustrated by a barely translatable pun about him: "Èika Jova deci, èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" "Èika Jova deci" meaning "Mister Jova to the children", referring to Jovan Jovanoviæ Zmaj, a known children's poet. "Èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" means "Mister Mika Antiæ two deciliters", referring to drinking from a glass, likely of alcohol.

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AnathemaA

Anathema

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[[ro]] Anathema- formata in 1990 in Liverpool, Marea Britanie Perioada de activitate: 1990 - prezent. Membri: - Vincent Cavanagh - chitara, voce; Daniel Cavanagh - chitara; Les Smith - clape; Jamie Cavanagh - Bass; John Douglas - tobe Ex-membri:: Darren White - voce (The Blood Divine, Dead Men Dream, Serotonal); Duncan Patterson - Bass (Antimatter, Dreambreed); Dave Pybus - Bass (Dreambreed, Cradle of Filth); George Roberts - Bass (doar sesiuni live); Shaun Steels - tobe (My Dying Bride); Martin Powell - clape, vioara (My Dying Bride, Cradle of Filth, Cryptal Darkness) Stiluri abordate:: Doom/Death Metal, Atmospheric Rock * Anathema - discografie Anathema, una din cele mai proeminente trupe din scena doom/gothic, un adevarat fenomen muzical care a luat pe sus scena metalica britanica si care a impus un stil unic, urmat si copiat de multi altii. Anathema vine din Liverpool, fiind creatia fratilor Cavanagh, Danny si Jimmie. In 1990, Anathema a scos primul lor demo "An illiad of woes",...

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Davide RondoniDR

Davide Rondoni

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Poezie: La frontiera della ginestra, (The Frontier of the Broom Flower), Quinta Generazione 1985 O les invalids, N.c.e. 1988 A rialzare i capi pioventi (To Raise the Raining Heads), N.c.e., Guaraldi, 1993 Nel tempo delle cose cieche (In The Time of Blind Things), N.c.e., 1995 Il bar del tempo (The Bar of Time), Guanda, 1999, (Winner of Montale, Camaiore, Metauro, S. Domenichino, and Caput Gauri prizes) Non sei morto, amore (You Are Not Dead, Love), Quaderni del battello ebbro, 2001 Avrebbe amato chiunque (He Would Have Loved Anyone), Guanda, 2003 Antologii editate: Preghiera della Vergine (The Virgin’s Prayer), Marietti, 2003Dante Alighieri, Commedia (Comedy), Rizzoli, 2001 Il pensiero dominante: Antologia della Poesia italiana 1970-2000 (The Dominant Thought, Anthology of Italian Poetry 1970-2000), Garzanti, 2001 Leopardi, l’amore (Leopardi, Love), Garzanti, 1999 Charles Péguy, Lui è qui (He is Here), Rizzoli, 1999 Ada Negri, Mia giovinezza (My Youth), Rizzoli, 1996 La sfida...

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JK

John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Philip MacDonaldPM

Philip MacDonald

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Philip MacDonald (November 5, 1900, London — December 10, 1980, Woodland Hills, California) was an English author of thrillers. MacDonald was the grandson of the writer George MacDonald and son of the author Ronald MacDonald and the actress Constance Robertson. During World War I he served with the British cavalry in Mesopotamia, later trained horses for the army, and was a show jumper. He also raised Great Danes. After marrying the writer F. Ruth Howard, he moved to Hollywood in 1931. He was one of the most popular mystery writers of the 1930s, and between 1931 and 1963 wrote many screenplays along with a few radio and television scripts. His detective novels, particularly those featuring his series detective Anthony Gethryn, are primarily "whodunnits" with the occasional locked room mystery. His novel X v. Rex (1933), aka The Mystery of The Dead Police, is an early example of what has become known as a serial killer novel (before the term "serial killer' was coined), in which an...

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dead souls

de Ela Victoria Luca

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The Witch of Coos

de Robert Frost

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...

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Cursed

de Ruxandra Moholea

almost flowerlike core beyond green and the shadows crawling dusk towards dawn erupting the heat in a circle of whites and blacks frenzy guardian angels wrap me in arms hiding me from the sweet...

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Supreme heresy

de SweetSong

SUPREME HERESY The dogmas we know as sustaining the world Are so easily heard, but so misunderstood And each of us is waiting motionless-hearted To have the bliss dreamt of, as we really should. We...

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Black Eleven

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Smile ! Your smile is pure, Is full of light is empty of the tiredness that consumes us all in hipocrizy: Burning flag of the lost patiance: Here we are pretending to smile Pretending to cry...

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The last night that she lived

de Emily Dickinson

THE LAST night that she lived, It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different. We noticed smallest things,— Things overlooked before, By this great light upon our minds...

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The Hollow Men

de T.S. Eliot

I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats\'...

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Necronomikon

de Abdul al-Hazred

THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...

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FEELINGS

de petra carmela claudia mihai

FEELINGS Stearing at my soul’s dead body I touch my shadowing shapes And I open my eyes Into illusion... Crawling my thoughts in my brain I scratch my name on the old wooden table But it’s not...

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A new me...

de Hoancea Catalin

This is what I have become! Once again a heart of stone… I cant take this anymore! My soul is dead… My heart is cold… ------------------------ So what if I want to die? Shut up and enjoy , My sweet...

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