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EVERYTHING IS POSTMARINISM! n. 15.09.1978 m. 15.09.2028 (?) www.postumarin.uv.ro

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Radu

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

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Radu Dumitrescu

Everything I think is golden - crystal, fucking beautiful shit, man. I am so fucking pure.

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Eternity

"An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing"

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Adam Duritz

[[eng]] Adam Duritz is an innovative lyricist and piano player who brings the same soul to his friends and lifestyle as he does to the beautiful lyrics and music that he performs. Duritz joined and performed in the Bay area band "The Himalayans" until 1991 at which time he left to form Counting Crows. Before he left, however, material was recorded which eventually lead to the release of the 2002 album "She likes the Weather". The album has a track called "round here" which was eventually re-recorded on the Counting Crows album "August and Everything After". During this period in his life he was also involved in the San Francisco based band 'Sordid Humour'. After the Himalayans lost Duritz and the Counting Crows were formed, Duritz's new band gained a huge following and the release of their acclaimed 1993 album was a huge success. The band toured extensively before heading into the studio again for the 1996 album "recovering the satelites". The album was a worthy follow up and it...

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Nicanor Parra

Nicanor Parra Sandoval (born in San Fabián de Alico, Chile on September 5, 1914) is a mathematician and poet often considered to be the most influential poet Chile has produced since Pablo Neruda.[citation needed] He describes himself as an "antipoet," due to his distaste for standard poetic pomp and function (after recitations he would exclaim Me retracto de todo lo dicho, or, "I take back everything I said"). Trying to get away from the conventions of poetry, Parra's poetic language renounces the refinement of most Latin American literature and adopts a more colloquial tone similar to prose. His first collection, "Poemas y Antipoemas" (1954) is a classic of Latin American literature, one of the most influential Spanish poetry collections of the twentieth century, and is cited as an inspiration by American Beat Writers such as Allen Ginsberg. Parra has been nominated several times for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Parra comes from the artistically prolific Chilean Parra family of...

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Gulambe Testa

facultatea de relatii inter-rasiale de la Capetown. liceul de arte din Capetown publicat volumul "Albastru si Negru", titlul original "fading everything to Black and Blue" - Capetown 1998

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John Keats

John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Sylvia Plath

Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...

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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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„Everything is so fuckin’ green”

de Alexandra Ghita

Când stăteam pe acoperiș, un înger cu aripi gri mi-a șoptit că la noapte voi muri fericită. I-am mulțumit de veste și el și-a luat zborul lăsându-mă pe mine în urmă cu toate temerile, toate gândurile...

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everything is going to hell

de Constantin Delca

muzica vecinilor transpirând prin pereți un cult movie încremenit din download la 99% tabloul care nu vrea să atârne drept zborul cu avionul aspiratorul cu rotițele stricate mirosul de varză murată...

In Heaven everything is fine

de Carmen Sorescu

la ora 6 trezirea la mine în cameră pentru câteva zile s-a mutat raiul ei și trezirea e tot la ora 6 indiferent de sclavi sunt tot brunetă nimic nu pare a fi ceea ce știam de la bunica pe noptieră...

Loneliness is a Promise

de oana stanescu

I was so wrong..so unafraid so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming...

a lie

de blue

everything is a lie around me, nothing is real, nothing is true, nothing is clean, they’re all a dream, like you. I look around and all I see it’s missing you and pain, just broken dreams...

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...

Miracles

de Coana Loenida

It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...

when the sky keep silence

de blue

when the sky keep silence just the hearts talk, when everything is wrong, our love takes a walk. when roses are blooming and birds sing, it’s a dream of fools rushing in. when the sun is gone...

you\'re all so far away..

de oana stanescu

I sit here and I think about you..about everything.. about everything being so simple and yet so complicated.. about the sky..the sea..the rain.. I wish I would drown in the sea fall from the sky...