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AFAnatole France
Anatole France, pseudonym for Jacques Anatole Thibault (1844-1924), was the son of a Paris book dealer. He received a thorough classical education at the Collège Stanislas, a boys\' school in Paris, and for a while he studied at the École des Chartes. For about twenty years he held diverse positions, but he always had enough time for his own writings, especially during his period as assistant librarian at the Senate from 1876 to 1890. His literary output is vast, and though he is chiefly known as a novelist and storyteller, there is hardly a literary genre that he did not touch upon at one time or another. France is a writer in the mainstream of French classicism. His style, modelled on Voltaire and Fénélon, as well as his urbane scepticism and enlightened hedonism, continue the tradition of the French eighteenth century. This outlook on life, which appears in all his works, is explicitly expressed in collection of aphorisms, Le Jardin d\'Épicure (1895) [The Garden of...
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ÉGÉdouard Glissant
Edouard Glissant (born in Sainte-Marie, Martinique in 1928) is a French writer, poet and literary critic. He is widely recognised as being one of the most influential figures in Caribbean thought and cultural commentary. He studied at the Lycée Schoelcher, named after the abolitionist Victor Schoelcher, where the poet Aimé Césaire had studied and had come back to as a teacher. Césaire had met Léon Damas there; later in Paris they would join with Léopold Senghor, a poet and the future first president of Senegal, to formulate and promote the conecpt of négritude. Césaire did not teach Glissant, but did serve as an inspiration to him; another student at the school at that time was Franz Fanon. Glissant left Martinique in 1946 for Paris, where he received his PhD, having studied ethnography at the Musée de l'Homme and History and philosophy at the Sorbonne. He established, with Paul Niger, the separatist Front Antillo-Guyanais pour l'Autonomie party in 1959, as a result of which Charles...
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NINot important
Nothing important.
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NGNot Wanted Girl
Nimic de zis...
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TLTra Lala
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Anca Sandu
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mo derrik
not yet ! is coming..
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DXDaniel X
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JMJust Me
Not ordinary...
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alex h
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not another autumn balad
de Yz Zy
nu mai e. copiii ăștia lângă mine, vii care nu au început încă să trăiască. li se preling pe umăr șuvițe uscate, păr de toamnă, copt și fraged, mort. li se scurg direct în suflet bucăți, reziduuri,...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
A Thousand Kisses Deep
de Leonard Cohen
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...
The Wood-Pile
de Robert Frost
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...
Another Not To
de Ohm
how i long to hold thee till mornings light then rip down these walls of spoken thought ravage this language we hold so dear strip away all conventional wisdom to bare a heartfelt human soul begin...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 4) ACT II SCENE I A room in POLONIUS\' house. [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO] LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. REYNALDO I will, my lord....
Culoarea din noi
de RAPCEA ROMULUS
Ce-ar fi, omule, să-ți privești întâi sufletul, Nu pielea altuia, ci lumina din ochiul lui? Căci lumea-i un câmp de flori, toate diferite, Dar împreună fac primăvara desăvârșită. De ce judeci tu un...
Hey, That\'s No Way To Say Goodbye
de Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled...
Another Story Of Lenore
de Alin Niculae
This wave seems to lead me now To the place of Nevermore The place where I will find... Where I will find my lost Lenore. I divide the night in search for love And myst guides me out of sorrow I will...
The Road Not Taken
de Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the...