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Bebeisme-şi-şosete

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Bebeismul este definit ca lingușeală și gângureală

de sophie polansky

opinii_articole_interviuri

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Opinii, articole ?i interviuri

de Adina Ungur

Iohann MayerIM

Iohann Mayer

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An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...

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Ivan V. LaliæIL

Ivan V. Laliæ

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Ivan V. Laliæ (born June 8, 1931 - died July 28, 1996) was a Serbian poet with a reputation as one of the finest European poets of his time. Laliæ was born into a cultured family in Belgrade; his father, Vlajko, was a journalist, and his grandfather Isidor Bajiæ was a celebrated composer. As a child he experienced the trauma of seeing many of his school-friends perish in an air-raid. Laliæ said that "my childhood and boyhood in the war marked everything I ever wrote as a poem or poetry". Laliæ lived in both Zagreb and Belgrade, and spent the summers with his family in the Istrian town of Rovinj. He was survived by his Croatian wife, Branka, and his younger son. Laliæ was awarded with the most prestigious literary prizes in Yugoslavia. He was admired abroad and books of his poems have been translated into six languages (English, French, Italian, Polish, Hungarian and Macedonian). Individual poems have appeared in more than 20 languages. In her obituary of him, Celia Hawkesworth spoke...

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NightwishN

Nightwish

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-'Those who hate me or envy me, I wish them only one thing;to carry for only one day, my life burden!" -"Viata nu se masoara in momentele care iti fac inima sa bata cu putere, ci in momentele care iti taie rasuflarea!" -"Se intampla in viata sa iubesti dar sa fii ranit ... iti iei viata de la capat, vrei sa uiti tot, dar amintirile sunt mereu in inima ta amintindu-ti ca iubirea este cel mai frumos lucru care te poate condamna la suferinta"

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Theodora Udrea

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Birthdate : 31 August Birthplace :Pantelimon,Bucuresti Current Location : Bucurestii Noi Eye Color : Brown Hair Color : Black Height : 1.58 cm Weight : 49 kg Piercings : no Tatoos : no Boyfriend/Girlfriend : break Vehicle : Harley-Davidson FXSTC Softail Custom :)) i wish Overused Phrase : whatta?! FAVORITES Pub/Disc/Restaurant : Valea Regilor Candy : Toffifee Number : 13 Color : Black and Grey Animal : Puppies^.^ Drink : Baileys Irish Cream Perfume : Fleurie TV Show : Taking the stage (MTV) Music Album : TNT (Ac/Dc) and Signs for life (Poets of the Fall) Movie : Rock Star Actor/Actress : Patrick Swayze

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AmaraA

Amara

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"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish

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Stefan CiobanasuSC

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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adrian jigăranuAJ

adrian jigăranu

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25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...

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Mircea BraslasuMB

Mircea Braslasu

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Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...

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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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Ioan StoenicaIS

Ioan Stoenica

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I am my soul, and I have my brain to help me with that. Doar o parte din mine. Ma intereseaza sufletul uman cu toate sentimentele lui (din care sunt atatea de invatat), scrisul si fotografia, care imi permit sa exprim dragoste si bucurie si frumusete si tristete, si bicicleta mea iubita, care ma face sa zbor liber pe drumuri de caramida galbena ce duc catre cer... Mai erau teatrul si tangoul si parca si muzica, dar cred ca pana la urma e vorba de orice ma poate ajuta sa simt si sa exprim sufletul, orice ma poate ajuta sa invat si sa fac sa creasca mintea...

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i wish summer sadness to be gone

de Daniela Bîrzu

// am ascuns frica de data aceasta ca pe o boală cu efecte grave. ca și când ar cădea păsări cu aripile frânte din cer. am descoperit noi adicții iceberg-uri pe suprafața mută a pământului. //...

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My dear Dreamer

de Lorena

Dear Dreamy, I don’t give a shit no more since you left and closed the door... I used to care, used to share but it`s all over now you’ve ruined it somehow... I wish you`d feel the way I feel all...

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Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

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Haiku și tanka

de Marian Nicolae TOMI

* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...

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A murder of one

de Radu Herinean

Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn\'t have to mean you\'re on your own Your can look outside your window He doesn\'t have to know We can talk...

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Invern

de Ezra Pound

Earth\'s winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must needs bear earth\'s winter Drawn cold and grey with hours And joying in a momentary sun, Lo I am withered...

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Why

de Emma

Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...

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Ghost

de Alin Niculae

\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...

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