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iraI

ira

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RaduR

Radu

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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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Sopov Joana

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i was born 2 dream and now i dream 2 live. cam atat :)

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A.M.B.BalanescuA

A.M.B.Balanescu

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Eleva in clasa a 11a la lic Grigore Moisil :) ~i live through art and nature~ Si am spus tot despre mine :*

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ionut

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"When a person is born They cry and the world laugh But let them live such a life That when they die they laugh And the world cries."

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Mâncu GabrielaMG

Mâncu Gabriela

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Motto-ul meu? If you wanna live life on your own terms, U gotta be willing to crash and burn a...si... inca ceva: trăiesc zi de zi cu îngrijorarea și speranța deopotrivă că nu mă voi maturiza niciodată... gabimancu@yahoo.com http://gabitsa.wordpress.com/

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Angela Carter

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Angela Olive Stalker was born in Eastbourne, Sussex, England on the 8th May 1940. War had broken out in Europe and she was evacuated as a child to Yorkshire to live with her maternal grandmother, a working-class, matriarchal, domineering, feminist bread-\'n-buta granny of the north of England. Carter left school and started work at the age of nineteen for the Croydon Advertiser, following in the footsteps of her father - who was a Scottish journalist working in London. One year later she met and married Paul Carter. She was to divorce him almost twelve years after, in 1972. She studied English at the University of Bristol and built on her already vast cultural and literary baggage. Her mother was a great literary influence on her, as she devoured book after book and author after author. Her upbringing was very much based on the works of Shakespeare and great names of English literature. The influence of authors on her work is enormous and perhaps incalculable. There are references to...

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patrinjel ioan sergiuPS

patrinjel ioan sergiu

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nascut an brasov ,cu pasiune de a scrie ... prima mea carte se numeste poezie din viata ta ! www.magykblu.spaces.live.com

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Ioan Pricop

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Artist vizual, sunt interesat de posibilitățile expresive oferite de arta contemporană în general, caracterizată prin live art și freestyle. Nici un volum publicat.

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Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton was born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts to Mary Gray Staples and Ralph Harvey. She spent most of her childhood in Boston. In 1945 she enrolled at Rogers Hall boarding school, Lowell, Massachusetts, later spending a year at Garland School. For a time she modeled for Boston`s Hart Agency. On August 16, 1948, she married Alfred Sexton and they remained together until 1973. She had two children named Linda Gray and Joyce Ladd. Poetry and Prose (collections and novels) Uncompleted Novel-started in the 1960s To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960) The Starry Night (1961) All My Pretty Ones (1962) Live or Die (1966) – Winner of the Pulitzer prize in 1967 Love Poems (1969) Mercy Street, a 2-act play performed at the American Place Theatre (1969), published by Broadway Play Publishing Inc. Transformations (1971) ISBN 0-618-08343-X The Book of Folly (1972) The Death Notebooks (1974) The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975; posthumous) 45 Mercy Street (1976; posthumous) Anne Sexton:...

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live session

de diana dumitraciuc

profile upgrade version 3.2.1 fix pack installing error message saving failed please try again or restart hello world deschid fereastra prizez o gură de aer wi-fi pământul se rotește în jurul meu...

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orfani înotând întrun ou - jam sessionVisalon- Hans Arp

de carmen mihaela visalon

Ce am găsit (?) Imensa ciupercă de fum/Long live America/Războiul din Vietnam Boomerii, UE, globalizarea La capătul sicriului-fereastra mică de sticlă Sub hublou- închircit capul meu, soldați, crupe...

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Aceasta este iubirea, jam session RUMI-Visalon

de carmen mihaela visalon

Aceasta este iubirea: zborul spre cerul ocult topind noianul de văluri isiene, step by step, mai întâi, știința de a muri vieții în final, pasul fără picior arta vederii invizibilității lumii...

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Seară de Literatura și Arte

de Radu Herinean

Vineri 24 ianuarie 2003, ora 18:00, Club A, Seara de Literatura si Arte, jam-session de poezie, imagine si sunet cu: Matei Ghigiu (mat) creații proprii Liviu Nanu (anton) creații proprii și...

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Probleme tehnice si alte probleme

de Radu Herinean

De o vreme, poezie.ro are niste comportari foarte ciudate privitoare la autentificarea autorilor inscrisi aici. Datorita lipsei de timp si a unor motive de sanatate (rezolvate :) nu am reusit sa...

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O noapte de amintit, 27 octombrie.

de Traian Rotărescu

Înca de ieri, presimțeam deja un octombrie plin de surpize. Neprevăzutul se manifestase miercuri sub forma unei buburuze în zbor, întâlnite pe strada...da, mai va zăpezile de altădată... Cum va fi...

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Sonnet XXX

de William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time\'s waste: Then can I drown an...

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The Phœnix and the turtle

de William Shakespeare

Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever\'s...

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Sonet XXX

de Cristian Vasiliu

Rechem în iarna dulcilor tăceri, Speranțe rătăcite în trecut Și-l plâng cu lacrimi noi pe cel de ieri, Ce prin deșertul vieții s-a pierdut, Iar ochii mei -o matcă ce-a secat- Pentru amicii care nu...

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Sonet XXX

de William Shakespeare

Rechem în iarna dulcilor tăceri, Speranțe rătăcite în trecut Și-l plâng cu lacrimi noi pe cel de ieri, Ce prin deșertul vieții s-a pierdut, Iar ochii mei -o matcă ce-a secat- Pentru amicii care nu...

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