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NGNadine Gordimer
Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Nadine Gordimer (n 20 noiembrie 1923 în Springs, provincia Gauteng, Transvaal) este cea mai cunoscută scriitoare sud-africană. Nadine Gordimer s-a născut într-o familie de emigranți evrei săraci. Ea a început să scrie foarte devreme și prima ei carte s-a publicat când avea 14 ani. În 1974 primește premiul Booker Prize, iar în 1991 va fi desemnată cu Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Romane Zile mincinoase (romanul ei de debut) (The Lying Days, 1953) O lume de străini (A World of Strangers, 1958) (Occasion for Loving, 1963) (The Late Bourgeois World, 1966) Un oaspete de onoare (A Guest of Honour, 1970) Ecologistul, distins cu Premiul Booker (The Conservationist, 1974) Fiica lui Burger (Burger's Daughter, 1979) Oamenii lui Julie (July's People, 1981) (Sport of Nature, 1987) Povestea fiului meu (My Son's Story, 1990) Nimeni care să mă însoțeasca (None to Accompany Me, 1994) Arma din casa (The House Gun, 1998) (The Pickup, 2001)
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MSMellin de Saint-Gelais
Mellin de Saint-Gelais (1490-1558), poet francez renascentist. *** Mellin de Saint-Gelais (or Melin de Saint-Gelays or Sainct-Gelais; c. 1491 – October, 1558) was a French poet of the Renaissance and Poet Laureate of Francis I of France. He was born at Angoulême, most likely the natural son of Jean de Saint-Gelais, marquis de Montlieu, a member of the Angoumois gentry. His forename was the French-Norman malapropism of the British wizard Merlin featured in Arthurian legends. He was close to his uncle Octavien de Saint-Gelais (1466-1502), bishop of Angoulême since 1494, himself a poet who had translated the Aeneid into French. Mellin, who had studied at Bologna and Padua, had the reputation of being doctor, astrologer and musician as well as poet. He returned to France around 1523, and soon gained favour at the court of the art-loving Valois ruler Francis I by his skill in light verse. He was made almoner to the Dauphin, abbot of Reclus in the diocese of Troyes and librarian...
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losing my mind
de Leonard Ancuta
închipuie-ți un joint aprins la ambele capete care se fumează singur cam așa e și viața, bătrînețea te apropie mai tare de copilărie tot trecutul nostru a fost cîndva viitor și deși n-am văzut un...
Could it be...?
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Could this be love at first sight or could it be I\'m just losing my mind, Could this be I\'m in love and for real, This awkward pain in the head of my heel, Could this be I\'m alive once more, Or is...
crazy
de Ioan Grigoraș
bocancii tăi cu ținte aurii îmi bat la ușa sufletului ca-n marșul triumfal “Mein Kampf” dar eu nu sunt nicăieri trenul meu a plecat cu amintirile despre noi ciudat mă-mbrac cu haina ta de gală...
HELLO
de cantece celebre
I\'ve been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I\'ve kissed your lips a thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door. Hello is it me you\'re lookin\' for? I can see it in your...
I love you, Onuța (2)
de Florin DeRoxas
I love you, Onuța, For your shiny eyes, For the words that you’re saying When my heart cries. I love you, Onuța, For being so honest, Loving a poor and lost, But sincere poet. The signs are here, We...
To Silvia
de Giacomo Leopardi
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
portret cu Giocondă
de bianca marcovici
o pasăre dezarticulată prea puține lucruri seamănă cu realitatea (ne)virtuală, nici măcar muzica sufletului! tonul joacă rolul principal, sterilitatea imaginilor care cumulează în van vârsta...
losing my religion
de Ancuța Mihaela Georgia
odată la biserică un panou pe care scria vorbirea în timpul slujbei e interzisă v-ul căzuse ambițios oamenii miroseau a haine de duminică și-a timiditate preotul se învârtea ca-ntr-un mecanism de...
Liquid Dreams
de Coana Loenida
With ease I become lost in your dreams easing into deep sleep on calm waters feeling surrounded by liquid desire for me I swim in your decadent luxury, Warm sea engulfs me I drown, losing my breath...
pârâul lui iov
de emilian valeriu pal
roman mă uit la mâinile mele și mâinile mele sunt vineții. aproape umane îmi zic. se lasă noaptea. din pământ ies oamenii pământii. ziua ei dorm pe băncile din gară. se agață de oamenii albi și...
Me and I
de Dima Bogdan
I\'m that part of you that will never trust me. I\'m not a free stranger in a friendly world. I\'m runing away from you don\'t want love. I\'m the rest of what I hope I will be. I\'m all that you...
Slowly
de Elif
Autumn leaves die slowly as the winter aproaches, Slowly, surely, anxious..... and although the nature is almost dead and it stoped the strugle for her life, I feel so much Torment in me, Emotional...
No soap, no history. Sorry!
de serban georgescu
(am mai avut în vedere următoarele titluri: Cloaca Maxima și Limonadă cu degetele mici de la picioarele strămoșilor mei) ”Cacă-te și dă-i cu pumnul!” – iată pe scurt ce s-a întâmplat la alegerile...
My way
de Radu Tudor Ciornei
And now, the end is here And so I face the final curtain My friend, I\'ll say it clear I\'ll state my case, of which I\'m certain I\'ve lived a life that\'s full I traveled each and ev\'ry highway...
Dark
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Under my skin crawling the demons struggle within my blood,my veins,my flesh my hate and my sorrow, dieing in my death in the name of Him, the unholy one the eternal dark one, in the graviest days of...
Sonnet XLII
de William Shakespeare
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I...