"ending program…don’t wait" – 113 rezultate
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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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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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FSFerdinand von Saar
Ferdinand Ludwig Adam von Saar (born September 30, 1833 in Vienna, Austria; died July 24, 1906 in Döbling) was an Austrian novelist, playwright and poet. Together with Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach he was one of the most important realistic writers in the German language of the ending 19th century. ======================= Ferdinand von Saar wurde am 30. September 1833 in Wien geboren. Er war Kadett und danach Offizier in der kaiserlichen Armee. 1859 trat er nach seiner Teilnahme am italienischen Feldzug aus der Armee aus und betätigte sich fortan als freier Schriftsteller. Ab 1881 lebte er abwechselnd in Wien und auf den mährischen Schlössern der mit ihm befreundeten Familie Salm-Reifferscheidt. Am 24 Juli 1906 nahm Ferdinand von Saar sich in Döbling bei Wien das Leben. Er gilt als ein pessimistischer Erzähler und wird zu den elegischen Lyrikern der Dekadenz gezählt, eine literarische Strömung des ausgehenden 19. Jahrhunderts, mit betont starker Ausprägung in Österreich. Daher stammt...
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AHAndrew Hudgins
Andrew Hudgins was born in Killeen, Texas, in 1951 and educated at Huntingdon College and the University of Alabama. He earned his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa in 1983. His volumes of poetry include Ecstatic in the Poison (Overlook Press, 2003); Babylon in a Jar (1998); The Glass Hammer: A Southern Childhood (1994); The Never-Ending: New Poems (1991),a finalist for the National Book Awards; After the Lost War: A Narrative (1988), which received the Poetry Prize; and Saints and Strangers (1985), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. He is also the author of a book of essays, The Glass Anvil (1997). About Hudgins\'s most recent collection, Mark Strand has said, \"Ecstatic in the Poison is full of intelligence, vitality, and grace. And there is a beautiful oddness about it. Dark moments seem charged with an eerie luminosity and the most humdrum events assume a startling lyric intensity. A deep resonant humor is everywhere, and everywhere amazing.\" Hudgins\'s awards and...
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ending program…don’t wait
de Ligia Pârvulescu
a trecut anul și degeaba tu îmi explici încontinuu ca un psihiatru țicnit îmi tot arăți pe ziduri pete de pișat spui că-s cerneluri în care vezi dragostea noastră și plângi ca un țânc după jucăria...
Divanul gheiselor
de Lorena Stoica
Sunt trei principii: galben, arămiu, negru. Prin urmare, trei contururi, fairy-like standard. Adică blonda, roșcata și bruneta, întruchipări ale aceluiași tipar – mijlocelul subțirel, plete bogate pe...
ever-ending story
de Laura Aprodu
încă un pas nu-mi mai e dor îmi țin atomii de decor și nici în joacă nu-mi mai suduiesc osînda adorm pe vremuri vechi ca în odăi de ape nu plîng decît prea rar și-atunci aproape fără glas și de-o mai...
never ending
de dan mihuț
fiecare zi merită să rămână cu o cârpă în dinți când mușc, când vorbești despre locuri în care nu mai încap, e o simbioză transparentă a corpurilor drumurile duc descrescător spre terapia cu fructe...
O altfel de “Never ending story”
de Flaviu Rizeanu
Albă ca zăpada A murit fără să afle că era anemică și avea probleme cu sistemul imunitar. A albit ca varul când oglinda fermecată i-a arătat destinul. Dacă stătea să vadă și sfârșitul i-ar fi venit...
living behind
de ana aneliz
My world is ending Far from begining And I`ve got that feeling That sense of falling Will u help me please Find my unknown path To birth and never to death Make me feel`ure soul reaviling Not falling...
îmi propusesem să scriu în metru antic sau în cel mai rău caz în metrul liniar
de Bogdan Geana
facturile se recomandă a fi citite numai noaptea, în luciul lunii pe asfaltul ud. nu există happy-ending mai bun ca somnul, din perspectiva unei planete care se stinge numai în tura de noapte....
O primă discuție (virtuală) cu Jiuddu Krishnamurti și Fizicianul despre sfȃrșitul timpului psihologic
de Manolescu Gorun
* NOTA: Jiddu Krishnamurti or J. Krishnamurti, ( 1895 – 1986) a fost unul dintre cei mai importanți filosofi indieni care au încercat să arunce o punte între Extremul Orient și Occident. A susținut...
doar....o lacrima.....
de Florea Ana-Maria
Shi te intrebi....oare o sa primesc vreun cadou de la viatza asta? Vin sarbatorile,shi tu nu te gandeshti la cadouri materiale...te gandeshti ca nu ai cu cine sa le petreci...ca eshti atat de...
Death
de Vlad Adrian
What is death? Is it the final step in our life? Is it a killer of faith? Or is something like a knife? Are we afraid of dying? Or we're afraid of living, Of living without leaving anything behind...
Nevermore unbound
de Dragos
Beyond, I witnessed the glory of blood, Beyond, Below the mists of sight, Beyond, Away from all, away from god, Beyond, Into the never ever ending night, Like crystal blades… Forever, Take me away,...
A cold night of December
de Serban Manica
Everything is shining, Outside the carolers are singing I feel like i am dreaming, Like i have been smitten But then i see you, Dancing in the snow, Oh,let us run together, Let us not stop,ever I see...
Times...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
There were times when I was the devil and times I was Christ, Times when my crucifixion seemed so near when I almost was feeling my heartbeats broken and sliced, There were times I felt sickened and...
Sonnet LV
de William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear\'d with sluttish time. When wasteful...
Join me
de B. Andreea
Dream, my friend … dream the life that flows around you … dream the dream o life in death … Come alive … someday … somehow … never … you’re dead. Come alive. Again. Sweet winter of my soul. Sweet...
Gunoierii
de Andreea Bainvicu
Ei sunt cei care le iau, Le dau foc la parfum, Ard totul și devin scrum , Ei sunt cei care te mint și inhalează fum, Ei țin indicatoarele cand ești pierdut pe drum, Ei sunt cei care te curăță când...