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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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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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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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Carmen Harra

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Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...

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Carlos Drummond de AndradeCA

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

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Born October 31, 1902(1902-10-31) Itabira, Minas Gerais, Brazil Died August 17, 1987 (aged 84) Rio de Janeiro Occupation Poet Nationality Brazilian Literary movement Modernism Carlos Drummond de Andrade (October 31, 1902 - August 17, 1987) was perhaps the most influential Brazilian poet of the 20th century. He has become something of a national poet; his poem "Cançăo Amiga" ("Friendly Song") was printed on the 50 cruzados note. Drummond was born in Itabira, a mining village in Minas Gerais in southeastern Brazil. His parents were farmers of Portuguese ancestry (and remote Scottish ancestry). He went to a school of pharmacy in Belo Horizonte, but never worked as a pharmacist after graduation. He worked in government service for most of his life, eventually becoming director of history for the National Historical and Artistic Heritage Service of Brazil. Though his earliest poems are formal and satirical, Drummond quickly adopted the new forms of Brazilian modernism that were evolving in...

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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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Helena SchmetterlingHS

Helena Schmetterling

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Despre mine stiu sigur ca mi-ar fi placut sa fiu o printesa medievala. Sau sa ma plimb cu Stanescu mana in mana prin Union Square, sa-mi povesteasca despre cercuri si despre iertari. Despre ceilalti oameni stiu doar ca cel mai mult ma enerveaza momentele in care ma trateaza ca pe o femeie obisnuita. Sau acelea in care se pierd in jumatati de gesturi. In proiecte de vise netraite niciodata pana la capat. Cel mai des ma indragostesc iremediabil de aceia care valseaza in voie si dupa bunul plac pe portativ si-mi soptesc impletituri decente precum, iubito, while you’re traveling with me, desigur ca, you’ll never see the end of the road si baby, I think this is a song of hope. Mda. Si alte maruntisuri sentimentale de genul. Despre viata mea stiu doar ca imi scapa mereu printre degete momentul in care m-as putea aseza nestingherita pe un scaun, fie si numai pentru o clipa scurta de surpare in mine insami. Sau de adevar pe stomacul gol. Dar asta este alta poveste. Despre sufletul meu stiu...

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Fernand DumontFD

Fernand Dumont

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S-a născut la Montmorency, Canada, în anul 1921. A fost profesor de științe sociale la Universitatea din Laval. Poeziile sale au un vers dens, viguros, în căutarea unei etici noi, față de impasurile omului modern. A publicat volumul Îngerul dimineții (1952) *** Fernand Dumont, sociologist, philosopher, theologian and poet (b at Montmorency, Que., June 24, 1927; d at Québec, May 1, 1997). Dumont is considered one of the most prominent intellectuals Quebec has ever produced. An interdisciplinary scholar concerned with the fate of culture and the place of humanity in modern society, he successfully reconciled the dissimilar forces driving his efforts as a teacher striving to impart knowledge; as a researcher seeking to build a consistent, diversified body of work; as a leading scientist aware of the importance of collaboration; and as an intellectual committed to earthly politics while bearing witness to his Christian faith. Born to a working-class family of modest means, he never forgot...

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Andrew HudginsAH

Andrew Hudgins

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Andrew Hudgins was born in Killeen, Texas, in 1951 and educated at Huntingdon College and the University of Alabama. He earned his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa in 1983. His volumes of poetry include Ecstatic in the Poison (Overlook Press, 2003); Babylon in a Jar (1998); The Glass Hammer: A Southern Childhood (1994); The Never-Ending: New Poems (1991),a finalist for the National Book Awards; After the Lost War: A Narrative (1988), which received the Poetry Prize; and Saints and Strangers (1985), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. He is also the author of a book of essays, The Glass Anvil (1997). About Hudgins\'s most recent collection, Mark Strand has said, \"Ecstatic in the Poison is full of intelligence, vitality, and grace. And there is a beautiful oddness about it. Dark moments seem charged with an eerie luminosity and the most humdrum events assume a startling lyric intensity. A deep resonant humor is everywhere, and everywhere amazing.\" Hudgins\'s awards and...

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Paunescu Cristian

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never-more

de Macovei Costel

nu cunoaștem nici ziua nici ora știm doar că suferința cuvântului nu se poate desluși în culori și nici în tăceri cerul caută în pungă banul cel de toate nopțile al cărui rotund acoperă doar o...

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Sorrow And The Blue Earth Of Nevermore

de Alin Niculae

Walking under the velvet skies of my dream I wonder about what the dark raven said And begin to fade in my sleep Down where the crossroads are turning And where the shadows are growing behind the...

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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...

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Desespoir

de Oscar Wilde

The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the...

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peregrinări

de florin iordache

Peregrinări Vânt de martie Tăios,sinistru mormânt Zilele mele Iar au înflorit Livezile pe coaste Rai cu meri și pruni Florile de măr Prin aer omăt virgin Alte primăveri Senin și soare Muguri se sparg...

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No More...

de bayar

No more, I said, not one more tear No more moments to crush my will Not one second of looking behind At what has been in a crazy mind No more, she said, and kissed my cheek Making me shiver down to...

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The Naming of Cats

de T.S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn\'t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I\'m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have three different names. First of...

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never the same: Romania and Bulgaria

de Felix-Gabriel Lefter

Never the same: Romania and Bulgaria Suspicious, holding the blade in trembling hands, always carrying on each other trouble, or superiority, as it takes, competing, hating, trying to do something...

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no way, never

de blue

no way, nowhere, never, you would find a love with no name more than one time. no way, never, never, I forgot you, I don’t lie when I say that I do love you. no way, nowhere, never, you can...

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I Let You All In

de Ohm

more dreams angelic prose I grow numb to it all I let you all in without destroying my wall one is the same as the others are different (another angel’s kiss without knowing what it meant) sink your...

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