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John Willy Kopperud

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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Bobby Big

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My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.

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Simona Iliasa

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Născută pe aici, prin iarbă... cu capul în nori:) În rest ce s-ar putea spune despre o ființă zăpăcită cum sunt eu? Nimic cred.... Born in a crazy world, perfectly mad and writing just for you...

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Stefan Ciobanasu

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Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream

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Grig Salvan

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Nascut în Nimigea de Sus, Bistrita-Nasaud, Transilvania, Romania, liceul "George Coșbuc din Nasaud, Facultatea de filosofie-istorie, Universitatea din Bucuresti, actualmente profesor de filosofie la liceul Grigore Moisil din Bistrita, scriu poezie, proza, eseu filosofic inca din adolescenta, am publicat sporadic prin diverse reviste literare si neliterare,am cistigat unele concursuri literare nereprezentative, n-am publicat nici un volum, inca...dar - poate - inca nu-i prea tirziu... în paralel, creator de muzica instrumentala pe sintetizator... dincolodestele@yahoo.com My music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVxwytnmR70 Grig Salvan – Just for You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMViOwure9s Grig salvan – Goodbye https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSI4xk6aGYE Grig Salvan – Far from You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMPh7ZJVYpY Grig Salvan – My Morning Star https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcE-T3znFsI Grig Salvan – Dreaming of You...

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Robert Browning

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Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, which is south of London. His birthday falls within a couple of months of the births of Dickens and Thackeray. He was the eldest of 2 children, born to Robert and Sarah Anna Browning. His father was a bank clerk. He attended London University for a short while in 1828, but received most of his education by readinghis from his father\'s library. His first poem, Pauline, was published when he was 21. It was soon followed by Paracelsus (1835) and Sordello (1840). A year later, Pippa Passes, the first in a series entitled Bells and Pomegranates was published; the remaining seven parts appeared between 1841-46. In 1846, Browning eloped with Elizabeth Barrett and lived with her in Italy until his death in 1861. Various difficulties made the poet\'s requested burial in Florence impossible, and his body was returned to England to be interred in Westminster Abbey. The they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one, Some...

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Dan Moldoveanu

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'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski

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IdealLove

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de Marinescu Victor

Ieri am înghițit încă de dimineață lumea amară a lui Pante. Totul a început, să fi fost șase trecut cu doar două-trei minute când am întors iritat perna udă și m-am așezat altfel, astupând pentru o...

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de Marinescu Victor

Îmi plac firimiturile...îmi plac firimiturile...punct. Ar trebui să îmi cumpăr o pâine. Toți porumbeii mănâncă. Toți porumbeii sunt albi și doar unul este negru. Toți se uită la mine în coada de la...

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