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Never ForgetmeNF

Never Forgetme

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nascuta pe :14 martie 1989 id YM: broken_angelforget iubireinterzisa14@yahoo.com

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mirela ursMU

mirela urs

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Mirela Urs, 25 ani, studenta UMF Carol Davila Buc.

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AdrianA

Adrian

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vasile emandache

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- Nascut pe 1 iunie 1949, localitatea Chitcani, judetul Vaslui. - 1972 - membru al cenaclului "Vasile Alecsandri", - 1973 - debut literar in ziarul local "Vremea Noua" - in anii urmatori am publicat in "Convorbiri Literare", "Cronica", "Flacara" etc - 1981 - fondator al cenaclului "Musatinii" - actualmente membru al cenaclului "Ion Iancu Lefter" Sperand ca aceste puncte de reper sunt suficiente, in continuare, las versurile sa vorbeasca.

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Ardeleanu AndreeaAA

Ardeleanu Andreea

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Critica nu poate fi decat constructiva, dar vreau sa stiti ca ceea ce scriu vine din suflet, pt suflet.

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AlinaA

Alina

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Just blue...for ever and for never...for now...

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OC

Oana Cristache

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"I'm longing to dive into the sea of tranquillity and drown in it to feel what I never felt before... freedom" (Lacrimas Profundere, albumul"And the wings embraced us",piesa "Autumn morning", 1996)

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AC

Alice Cooper

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poate voi adauga mai tarziu ceva la aceasta rubrica... cand va fi ceva de zis... never...

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JS

John Steinbeck

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John Steinbeck (1902-1968), born in Salinas, California, came from a family of moderate means. He worked his way through college at Stanford University but never graduated. In 1925 he went to New York, where he tried for a few years to establish himself as a free-lance writer, but he failed and returned to California. After publishing some novels and short stories, Steinbeck first became widely known with Tortilla Flat (1935), a series of humorous stories about Monterey paisanos. Steinbeck's novels can all be classified as social novels dealing with the economic problems of rural labour, but there is also a streak of worship of the soil in his books, which does not always agree with his matter-of-fact sociological approach. After the rough and earthy humour of Tortilla Flat, he moved on to more serious fiction, often aggressive in its social criticism, to In Dubious Battle (1936), which deals with the strikes of the migratory fruit pickers on California plantations. This was followed...

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Rupert Chawner BrookeRB

Rupert Chawner Brooke

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Rupert Chawner Brooke (middle name sometimes given as Chaucer)(3 August 1887–23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World War (especially The Soldier); however, he never experienced combat at first hand. He was also known for his boyish good looks, which prompted the Irish poet William Butler Yeats to describe him as \"the handsomest young man in England\". English poet Brooke was born at 5 Hillmorton Road in Rugby, Warwickshire, the second of the three sons of William Parker Brooke, a Rugby schoolmaster, and Ruth Mary Brooke, née Cotterill. He attended Hillbrow Prep School before being educated at Rugby School. While travelling in Europe, he prepared a thesis entitled \"John Webster and the Elizabethan Drama\", which won him a scholarship to King\'s College, Cambridge, where he became a member of the Cambridge Apostles, helped found the Marlowe Society drama club and acted in plays including the Cambridge Greek Play. Brooke...

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never let me go never let me go

de Elena Mladinovici

să pierzi să cauți acolo unde n-ai avut niciodată curaj să speri să simți cum te evapori cum valurile de căldură te cuprind până la moarte cum storc ultima picătură de tine lăsând golul să te înghită...

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A new me...

de Hoancea Catalin

This is what I have become! Once again a heart of stone… I cant take this anymore! My soul is dead… My heart is cold… ------------------------ So what if I want to die? Shut up and enjoy , My sweet...

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Today

de Laura Kiritescu

TODAY Today is just another day Worse than yesterday And maybe better than tomorrow ‘cause my heart is full inside of sorrow. Nothing can compare with the things we had No one could imagine the great...

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An everlasting love

de Filip Ruxandra

It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...

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EMSHA

de Olariu Fabian

Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...

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drag & drop minds

de Veronica Văleanu

credeai că animalele o duc bine în văgăunile lor, unde să-și tragă sufletul seara, pe nevăzute. dar încă din capul locului încremenești. cozi stufoase împânzesc movila și labele încep să râcâie...

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Cyber Lesson Learned

de Ohm

A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...

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Noaptea

de Nagy Florin

În miez de noapte m-am trezit Mais voce nao estava aqui Am început să plâng Olhando o seu foto. Mi corazon esta vazio Nici lacrimile nu mai am loc în el Esta lleno de el dolor Ce ai lăsat-o cănd tu...

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Dirty Diana

de Michael Jackson

You\'ll never make me stay so take your weight ofF of me I know your every move so won\'t you just let me be. I\'ve been here times before but I was too blind to see That you seduce every man this...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...

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