"motter" – 573 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchMonterus Teofil
Tanar nascut normal si cu dorinte firesti in aste plaiuri romanesti!
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AMAugusto Monterroso
Augusto Monterroso Bonilla (December 21, 1921 - February 7, 2003) was a Guatemalan writer. Monterroso was born in Tegucigalpa, Honduras to a Honduran mother and Guatemalan father. In 1936 his family settled definitively in Guatemala City, where he would remain until early adulthood. Here he published his first short stories and began his clandestine work against the dictatorship of Jorge Ubico. To this end he founded the newspaper El Espectador with a group of other writers. He was detained and exiled to Mexico City in 1944 for his opposition to the dictatorial regime. Shortly after his arrival in Mexico, the revolutionary government of Jacobo Arbenz triumphed in Guatemala, and Monterroso was assigned to a minor post in the Guatemalan embassy in Mexico. In 1953 he moved briefly to Bolivia upon being named Guatemalan consul in La Paz. He relocated to Santiago de Chile in 1954, when Arbenz's government was toppled with help from a North American intervention. In 1956 he returned...
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DMdoes it really matter
"N-am altă Ană/ Mă zidesc pe mine" Ana Blandiana
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SBSimona Berdeiu
Mama, sotie, chimista, cateodata EU :)
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Marius Sutu
heh .. a shiny motherfucker
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victor hariton
Cu greu pot spune cate ceva despre mine..."ignem veni mittere in terram"...asa as fi vrut sa ma fac cunoscut dar,de la Gheorghe stiu,..."ce cruda e vesnicia..."
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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Lidia Ureche
Artiste visuelle professionnelle, membre de RAAV Québec, Conseil Montérégien de Communications et Culture, ressource dans le programme "L'art à l'école" Nascuta la Hunedoara, copilarind între Bistrita (casa parinteasca) si Prundul Bârgaului (casa de copii), la vârsta de 13 ani este admisa la Liceul de Arte Plastice din Cluj, impreuna cu sora ei Adriana. Dupa terminarea liceului lucreaza ca desenatoare tehnica in constructii si devine activa în manifestarile culturale din Bistrita. Se dedica picturii, lecturii, si scriiturii. Participa la mai multe expozitii colective si se prexinta in expozitii personale, singura sau alaturi de sora ei. Abandonând slujba de desenatoare, lucreaza ca artista independenta in propriul atelier. La 37 ani se decide sa îsi reia studiile de arta la Academia de arte vizuale din Cluj-Napoca, Textile/tapiserie-Contexturi. Aici, in urma experientelor si cautarilor, isi creeaza propria tehnica de tapiserie din hârtie pe care o utilizeaza in prezentarea lucrarii de...
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Suzanne Nadine Vega
Suzanne Vega was born July 11, 1959, in Santa Monica, CA; her parents divorced shortly thereafter, and after her mother (a jazz guitarist) remarried to Puerto Rican novelist Ed Vega, the family moved to Manhattan. A shy and quiet child, Suzanne nonetheless learned to take care of herself growing up in the tough neighborhoods of Spanish Harlem. Her parents often sang folk songs around the house, and when she began playing the guitar at age 11, she found herself attracted to the poetry of singer/songwriter music (Dylan, Cohen), and found a refuge from New York\'s chaos in traditional folk (Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Judy Collins, Joan Baez). At age 14, she made her first attempts at writing songs; however, when she attended the High School for the Performing Arts as a teenager, it was to study dance, not music. She subsequently enrolled at Barnard College as a literature major, and during this time, she began playing at coffeehouses and folk festivals on the West Side and near Columbia...
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CDCarol Ann Duffy
Born 23 December 1955 (1955-12-23) (age 53) Glasgow, Scotland Occupation Poet Nationality British Subjects Literature Notable award(s) OBE 1995 CBE 2002 Spouse(s) Ishteyak Hannon and Dan Townley (2004) Children Ella (1995) Relative(s) May Black (Mother) died 5th October 1996, Frank Duffy (Father) Lives in Glasgow Carol Ann Duffy (born 23 December 1955) is a British poet, playwright and freelance writer born in Glasgow, Scotland. She grew up in Staffordshire and graduated in philosophy from Liverpool University in 1977. Carol Ann Duffy was awarded an OBE in 1981, and a CBE in 2002. She now resides in Manchester. Carol Ann Duffy was born to Frank Duffy and May Black in Glasgow as the eldest child of the family, and has four brothers. She moved to Staffordshire at the age of four. Her father worked as a fitter for English Electric, stood as a parliamentary candidate for the Labour party and managed Stafford football club in his spare time. Raised Catholic, she was educated at Saint...
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Mutter
de Alexandru Red
Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar Ich zieh sie auf ein weisses Haar Werf in die Luft die nasse Kette Und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte. The tears of a crowd of very old children I string them...
mitternachtspremiere
de mircea lacatus
fiică-mea mă sună din cinci în cinci minute... același dialog... tataaaa... da tata ce e ... să nu uiți la unșpe jumate trebuie să luăm biletele de la casă sunt rezervate pe numele tău avem și un...
mother superior jump the gun
de Florin Branza
dacă aș întâlni-o pe maica superioară (despre care nu știu nimic) aș întreba-o superioară cui sau cărui lucru? și există o maică inferioară care să compenseze pentru aparenta unilateralitate a...
Um Mitternacht
de Florea Ana-Maria
Mir sind Menschen zu weit. Und ich bin mir zu nah. Tranen versickern in den Sand, Der gestern vom Meer mit sich getragen wurde. Du wirst nie wissen, wer ich bin, mein Schatz. Zu weit bin ich dir...
the mother side of the spoon
de dan mihuț
împing cu podul palmei într-un sac de plastic partea nevăzută a gesturilor, curățenia mă ține pe tăișul unei selecții evoluate. ceea ce nu trece de nivelul intenției trebuie dat la câini, chiar dacă...
bad mother
de dan mihuț
apa caldă e fără viață, un vițel cu picioarele sfrijite în placenta azurie a băii când faci viermi de fericire ridici mâinile, ochii și în jurul tău plutește o viață de plastic, un balon în care se...
\"Family matters\" - Salvarea
de vali v e
Cristina bătu în ușa camerei lui Andrei. Încerca să își dea seama ce face ascultând la ușă, dar nu se auzea nici un zgomot. Bătu mai tare, dar nici un răspuns. Încercă să deschida ușa, strigă, dar nu...
cold motherfucker
de Leonard Ancuta
pe mine ploaia îngheață și imită tristețea ochilor tăi corpul meu e plin de tranșee în care imaginile amintirilor mele își fumează ultima țigară cu grenada la gît ca demult cînd așa purtam cheia și...
cold motherfucker
de Leonard Ancuta
pe mine ploaia îngheață și imită tristețea ochilor tăi. inima a început să-mi încărunțească. multe vinișoare albe, mă gîndesc ce vopsea e mai bună. dacă să fie blondă sau roșcată, albastră sau verde...
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...