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DADîrzu Andrei-Ovidiu
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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ITIshikawa Takuboku
Takuboku Ishikawa - un poet din era Meiji. Și-a început cariera ca romantic și a scris spre sfârșitul vieții poezii ce aveau ca subiect probleme sociale. Takuboku a fost considerat unul dintre cei mai buni poeți de tanka ai vremii și unul dintre importanții precursori ai poeziei moderne. Takuboku Ishikawa (石川 啄木 ,Ishikawa Takuboku?, February 20, 1886–April 13, 1912) was a Japanese poet. He died of tuberculosis on April 13, 1912. Well known as both a tanka and \'modern-style\' (shintaishi or simply shi) or \'free-style\' (jiyūshi) poet, he began as a member of the Myōjō group of naturalist poets but later joined the \"socialistic\" group of Japanese poets and renounced naturalism. Major Works His major works were two volumes of tanka poems plus his diaries: * Ichiakuno suna (A Handful of Sand) 1910 * Kanashiki gangu (Sad Toys) published posthumously in 1912 Timeline Ishikawa Takuboku, ca. 1900 * 1886 - Born at Joko Temple, Hinoto-mura...
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GVGilca Victoria
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Militaru Raluca Iuliana
Buna!Ai mei mi-au pus doua nume, si anume: Raluca si Iuliana.Dragii de ei...Oare la ce s-au gandit cand le-au ales?De ani de zile incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ele si imi spun mereu:”Eiii...lasa ca merge!”Am dreptate nu?Va mai spun ceva:de cate ori o intreb pe Raluca ce parere are despre Iuliana, aceasta spune ca nu o intelege,iar parerea Iulianei despre Raluca este ca nici ea nu o intelege.Deci sunt convinsa ca nu ati inteles mare lucru. Sunt o adolescenta de 17 ani. Hobby-uri mele sunt: poezia, cugetarile despre viata, memoriile din jurnal, limba si literatuta romana, limba latina si frumoasele-i texte, muzica, dansul, pictura(in special picturile de pe peretii camerei mele), rochitele(:X) si nu in ultimul rand arta culinara( in special dulciuri: tarte, prajituri, torturi, fursecuri, biscuiti,etc.-pasiune mostenita de la mana) Sunt nascuta in orasul Tulcea, judetul Tulcea, Romania. Am inceput sa scriu din primul an de liceu, iar acum literatura a devenit pentru mine un mod de a trai...
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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BBBobby Big
My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.
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PSpatrasco stefan
my birthday 19 mai 1988! ascult punk, si sunt din Telenesti, Republica Moldova! Id yahoo mesenger: ochi_de_gheta
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Ddanaaa
My past is of no importance to you...
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Mihaela Paraschiv
Hide my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
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Comptine Rose
all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//
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my sad song
de angela furtuna
Ziua în care mi-am adus aminte de moarte (așa erau zilele vieții noastre) MY SAD SONG ne priveam unul pe celălalt la fel cum seara se lipește de ceafa stâncilor cu respirația ei de creolă muncită ce...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IX
de John Milton
Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
PARADISE LOST -- Book V
de John Milton
Book V Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
my sad love
de mihaela andreea
Nu credeam in dragoste,nu puteam intelege cum poti iubi pe cineva pe care il cunosti atat de putin .Acum m-am schimbat de fapt el m-a schimbat.L-am intalnit pe el si am simtit cum toate ideile mele...
vin rîmele
de George Asztalos
cred că petul de plastic gol e mai viu decît mortul scîrbit de singurătate so mark my words sad & lonely kids de fapt nu există decît o moarte de plictiseală respectiv o dement de vie solitudine cînd...
Oda in metru antic
de alexandra croitor
Ode (in antique meter) I didn\'t believe in ever learning transience Forever young, enshrouded in my mantle My eyes dreamily opened towards the star of Solitude When, all of a sudden, you tread in...
To hope
de John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my \"mind\'s eye\" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal...