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Alexandru Red

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Gabriel MunteanuGM

Gabriel Munteanu

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Narcisa

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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

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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 vladBV

baghiu vlad

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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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VioreaV

Viorea

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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 CraneSC

Stephen Crane

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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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Aquarius

de Phyllis Gotlieb

The slow clock whorls of snails mark time here; such calendars patterned earlier dark ooze into reluctant longitudes. Fluted they give lipservice over sand and slime, dance, hornbranching one-footed...

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My favourite game

de Miruna Gavriliu

Breathe in Breathe out - one lung in the sky, and the other buried deep underground nurturing fiery blossom earthquakes even if I cannot get back in time I know I shouldn’t be smoking Let me pour...

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The Little Mermaid

de Radu Herinean

The Little Mermaid - - - - by Hans Christian Andersen Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass. But it is very deep...

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Madonna Mia

de Oscar Wilde

A lily-girl, not made for this world\'s pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain: Pale...

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Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza

de Mihai Eminescu

See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...

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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...

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Fish

de Mihai Costin

The fish\'s long shadow slid under the ice and the man knew the fish thought…I’m gonna stay alive….they were the same, fisherman and fish, up and down the ice. Hurling the spear the man missed and...

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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...

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Insomniac

de Sylvia Plath

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under 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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