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Maftei Pop

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m-am nascut intr-un sat din Ardeal, scriu poezii din adolescenta, am mai publicat de-alungul anilor sin tara si in Spania .

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tonya

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Carla Ionita

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I am the damnedest creature! I make you think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquerr. Will I weep when there are no more rules to break?

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Dîrzu Andrei-OvidiuDA

Dîrzu Andrei-Ovidiu

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I'm Alunelu from Hunedoara, Romania, a graduating student from Informatics College, a becoming artist. My hobbies are: reading books and the imitative arts. I am a funny person and I make the people around me to laugh. When I am sad I am not showing it directly. The sadness is shown many times through the verses I write.

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Hancu George

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Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...

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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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Oana Rovența-MicuOR

Oana Rovența-Micu

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ACTIVITATE LITERARÃ: Scriu proza, poezie, diverse, de la 9 ani. Scriu traind prezentul. - apariții în diverse publicații din țară și din diaspora. - 2000 – apare volumul de debut (proză și poezie) «Zbuciumul prezentului», la editura Ager, Tg-Jiu ; - 2001 – apare volumul de poezii «Redau tăcerii glasul», la editura Ager, Tg-jiu; - 2005 - apare volumul de poezii "În șapte culori, deasupra ființei", la editura Clusium, Cluj-Napoca. - 2005 - apariție in antologia "Ultima generație, primul val", Editura Muzeului Literaturii Romane, București În prezent sunt în lucru alte volume. Sunt un om simplu dar complex . Iubesc prezentul. Asistent social si make-up artist. Om. ________________________________________________________ e-mail de contact: oanaroventzamicu@yahoo.com

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Phoebe Pratten

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Phoebe Pratten was born in Canberra Australia in 1975. At the age of three, she was diagnosed with Peripheral Neuropathy. By 14 she was not able to walk anymore, as the disease affected the muscles. At the same time she couldn\'t make use of her hands or her arms, so she needed to find different ways of holding the pen. Her interests include art, alternative health and writing poetry. The first collection of poetry \"Layers of Silence\" was published in 1999.

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Louis McKeeLM

Louis McKee

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Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...

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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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Perils of the Small Hours

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

When life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening\'s books are read, I sit alone, save for the dead And the lovers I have grown to hate. But all at once the narrow gloom Of hatred and...

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Viața ca un film frumos

de Eugen Galateanu

Iubesc filmele. Îmi plac filmele americane clasice, cu Fred Astaire și Ginger Rogers, cu multă voioșie, mult umor și o viață mai bună. Îmi plac filmele franceze clasice, Marcel Carne, Audiard și Jean...

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trying to bury santa

de Andrei Dumitrescu

They\'re trying to bury Santa Claus, to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They\'re trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the...

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The Death of the Hired Man

de Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...

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vaduva pinot isi curata limba

de Ioana Barac Grigore

\"We believe in minimal interventionist winemaking. In other words, we believe in letting the wine make itself. We do not want to do anything to the wine unless it is absolutely necessary. We believe...

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Into my arms

de Marian

I don\'t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave...

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THE WISH

de Bogdan Ploiesteanu

Please come As you always do At late hours in the night And tell me warm That I\'m still new For you in your sight. And let me hear Your crystal voice Speaking near, But let me believe That me is...

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Libertatea de exprimare

de Fluerașu Petre

“Freedom of speech is at stake here. If anything, we should all make cartoons of Mohamed, and show the terrorists, the extremists, that we are all united in the belief that every person has the right...

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Heal The World

de Michael Jackson

There\'s a place in your Heart and I know that is love and this place could be much brighter than tomorrow and if you really try you\'ll find there\'s no need to cry in this place you\'ll feel...

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The Witch of Coos

de Robert Frost

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...

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