"red stone" – 1048 rezultate
0.03 secundeMeilisearchAlexandru Red
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Gabriel Munteanu
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Narcisa
sunt \"nebuna\", imi place ploaia, muzica rock si scriu poezii.
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Rizoiu Vlad
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garpini anastasia
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Oltean Bianca Larisa
Sunt o iubitoare de arta:sculptura,pictura,pictez tablouri si portrete,scriu poezii si proza.recent am inceput un roman.sper sa va placa daca ajungeti sa-l cititi.mai multe despre mine deduceti din textele mele.
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Radu
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baghiu vlad
19 Ani... Cu chef de viata si fara obligati. Poezia e pentru mine singura arma ce are posibilitatea sa loveasca sau sa aline si sa incalzeasca suflete.
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Viorea
Deoarece lunea aceasta pica intr-o marti din ziua de miercuri, intalnirea noastra saptamanala de joi va avea loc vineri, sambata aceasta, pentru ca duminica e zi libera. (Red Skelton)
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Stephen Crane
Stephen Crane (1871-1900), American author, whose second novel, The Red Badge Of Courage (1895), brought him international fame. The Red Badge of Courage depicted the American Civil War from the point of view of an ordinary soldier. It has been called the first modern war novel. Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, on November1, 1871, as the 14th child of a Methodist minister. He started to write stories at the age of eight and at 16 he was writing articles for the New York Tribune. Crane studied at Lafayette College and Syracuse University. After his mother's death in 1890 - his father had died earlier - Crane moved to New York, where he lived a bohemian life, and worked as a free-lance writer and journalist. While supporting himself by his writings, he lived among the poor in the Bowery slums to research his first novel. Crane's first novel, Maggie: A Girl Of The Streets(1893) was a milestone in the development of literary naturalism. Crane had to print the book at his own expense,...
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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...
A Vision
de Oscar Wilde
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man\'s never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating...
In Dumbrava
de Dana Radler
Grey-greenish benches bent over my steps while dark wood tiles shine into sun The grey, soft steps of past and sorrow melt, Troita’s silky black fur strokes my fingers. The vertigo of memories...
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...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
Awards of the Bulgarian Haiku Club
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Multe concursuri de haiku au loc în cadrul unor evenimente mai complexe, fiind asociate altor manifestări pentru a realiza un grupaj mai atrăgător și mai colorat. Radioul bulgar a realizat anul...
Goblin Market
de Christina Rossetti
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...
Alter mann
de Alexandru Red
Ich werf den Stein zu meinem Spass Das Wasser sich im Kreis bewegt Der Alte sieht mich traurig an Und hat es wieder glatt gefegt Im weissen Sand der alte Mann Zitternd seine Pfeife raucht Nur das...
