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JKJohn 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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MBMaria Bungău
Nsscuta pe 6 martie 1987. In prezent studenta in anul I la Facultatea de Litere din Brasov. Si cum zice Fernando Pessoa "If, after I die, they should want to write my biography, There's nothing simpler. I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death. In between the one thing and the other all the days are mine. "
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LCLaura Cherecheș
I was told I was born, without my consent, on the 3rd of August 1976. I got all the necessary childhood diseases and diplomas in order to further attend and graduate The Faculty of Letters, History and Theology (University of the West Timisoara) and become a teacher. I haven't published anything. Poetry is a way of exercising both the brain and the heart, just my way of keeping fit :) I love spring, chocolate, dogs, stones, children, nature, kind hearts, Dire Straits, Chris Rea and many other things. One thing I believe in: impossible is nothing. anastasia365@yahoo.com http://anastasia333.blogspot.com/
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Nitu Alexandru
Nothin much , just another soul :) . Hope you'l enjoy my work and i'm looking forwoard lots of comments :)
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JMJust Me
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JMJust Me
Not ordinary...
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Just Me
Sterp
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Just A. Bunny
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Tudorica Laura Oana
nascuta: 16 iunie '85; Craiova; Inca in viata!
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GNGeorge Nasturica
just_me
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just nothing
de Dozescu Adelina
niciun semn nu disturbă pierderea timpului ha ha ha ieri se propaga egalitatea suferinței stăm îngenunchiati ronțăind semințe cu mâna întinsă la un viitor luminos tout va bien îngerii mor la capătâia...
Pseudocainii
de Camil Camil
Până când vor trăi câinii..există o Apocalipsa a rasei canine? De ce li se acordă o importanță atât de mică unor viețuitoare care, se știe, din cele mai vechi timpuri au fost alături de oameni? Acum,...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
sorry..
de oana stanescu
I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...
Nothing else really matters
de Florin DeRoxas
Nothing really matters now ‘Cause I’m in love with you, I just want to show you love, My love,...my love so true. Nothing really matters when You feel you’re being loved, When is somebody next to you...
Lace passes into nothingness...
de Stéphane Mallarmé
Lace passes into nothingness, With the ultimate Gamble in doubt, In blasphemy revealing just Eternal absence of any bed. This concordant enmity Of a white garland and the same, In flight against the...
Today
de Laura Kiritescu
TODAY Today is just another day Worse than yesterday And maybe better than tomorrow ‘cause my heart is full inside of sorrow. Nothing can compare with the things we had No one could imagine the great...
Still...
de Crisan Iulian
Blood and mists Just silence… Eternal struggle between graves of time My lips are frozen My eyes, made of crystal I am made of nothing… I hear, but not your voice I see, but not your essence I feel,...
It’s not a crush
de Florin DeRoxas
I know you for one week And nothing more than that, But I’m in love with you And I’ll give you my heart. I don’t ask for nothing To give me in return, I just want to share The fire in my heart burns....
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...