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Alan SeegerAS

Alan Seeger

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Alan Seeger, born on June 22, 1888 and died July 4, 1916, was an American poet who also fought in World War I. Born in New York, Seeger moved with his family to Staten Island at the age of one and remained there until the age of ten. In 1900, his family moved to Mexico for two years, which influenced the imagery of some of his poetry. His brother Charles Seeger, a noted musicologist, was the father of the American folk singer, Pete Seeger. Seeger entered Harvard in 1906 after attending several elite preparatory schools, including Hackley School. At Harvard, he edited and wrote for the Harvard Monthly. After graduating in 1910, he moved to Greenwich Village for two years, where he wrote poetry and enjoyed the life of a young bohemian. During that time, he attended soirées at the Mlles. Petitpas\' boardinghouse (319 West 29th Street), where the presiding genius was the artist and sage John Butler Yeats, father of the poet.[1] Having moved to the Latin Quarter of Paris to continue his...

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gheorghe SarbuGS

gheorghe Sarbu

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Nascut: anul 1940, luna Iulie, ziua 26 Com. Drajna de Jos Jud. Prahova ( copil din flori ) Ocupatii : 1.- Studiul Stiintelor Umaniste : poezia, filosofia, artele frumoase , s.a. 2.- Studiul Stiintelor Exacte : -medicina naturista,alopata,homeopata- - Paranormal - Geometrie fractala - Cimp Unificat , etc. ( subpunctele 1 si 2 –studiu de unul singur ) Precedent : - paralizie faciala dreapta la virsta de 19 ani, si tratata drept poliomielita. - Panaceul Corina l-am descoperit in anul 196o, luna Mai, ziua 13. Greul de aici a inceput. A trebuit sa devin propriu-mi cobai : astfel, m-am imbolnavit, rind pe rind, de mai multe afectiuni, pina si de tuberculoza. Asadar m-am imbolnavit pe mine insumi , inainte de a vindeca pe altii. In prezent, ma ocup sa vin de hac psihozelor inalte , zonei Zoster, cirozelor si unora dintre dermatoze, singurele afectiuni pentru care nu recomand produsul alchimic Corina (panaceu) , aceste afectiuni fiind inca sub cercetare. o0o : - 09.09.1982 = Metoda de gindire...

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Ghidarcea IonelGI

Ghidarcea Ionel

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petre ecaterinaPE

petre ecaterina

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"I'd like to see a sunset... Do me a favor your majesty... Command the sun to set."

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Andreea Bustea

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Nothing looks like it seems.

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Daniela MihalciacDM

Daniela Mihalciac

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"Be the change you wish to see in the world" Mahatama Gandhi

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Edward NygmaEN

Edward Nygma

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Once you open yourself to enigmas you see things differently...

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sandor iolanda

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ther's too much color in my eyes to see black and white

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JM

Jim Morrison

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The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.

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Tomas Tranströmer

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TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER is the author of eleven books of poetry, most recently For the Living and the Dead and Grief Gondola, and a prose memoir, Memories See Me. His work has been translated into thirty languages, and has received the Petrach Prize in Germany, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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see

de Melania V. Ducar

trairi de-o vară.. ca la țară parfum de ploaie pe cerul stelar in iz de romanță, legată de clanță roz-arămie cand ziua invie vie, invie, dintr-un fum renaște până de Paște și paște.. omul pur, pe...

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see u soon...

de marjus dasad

buna, uite ca nu am nici un mesaj de la tine cu toate ca asteptam unul...cel putin unul... mi-a fost confirmata primirea felicitarilor, sper ca ti-au placut; sper ca nu te-am dezamagit prin purtarea...

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See what\'s inside

de Drugas Iulia-Alexandra

Nu mi-e rușine să ies noaptea în blitzuri de discotecă și să-mi deschid pleoapele ca două evantaie barceloniene „genele mele au culoarea soarelui” și da, umerii mei goi, bronzați, fură priviri...

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see you again

de Adam Rares-Andrei

nu o să-ți vină să crezi cum părul șaten al iubitei mele a împânzit lumea cum limbile pământului s-au încâlcit tăcând deliberat e incredibil cum toate creaturile au întins mâinile către cer făcând...

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Seemann

de Alexandru Red

Komm in mein Boot Ein Sturm kommt auf Und es wird Nacht. Wo willst du hin So ganz allein Treibst du davon. Come in my boat A storm is rising And it is becoming night. Where do you want to go So...

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Seek in the dirt

de Andrei Dumitrescu

I seek knowledge in dirt where all the secrets of the world are buried, In the abstract substance of the word I seek the truth in the absurd where all the unknown and the unheard is being translated...

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Seele

de Negrescu Maria

Cred... Mirajul descântecelor Purifică florile sufletelor Așternând un sărut pe aripile eternităților. Sper... Uranus va însori Și va umple norii cu flori Ce dorm pe mătasea aripilor unor cocori....

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seeds of love

de Ligia Pârvulescu

sunt cuvinte care sângerează pe marginea lucrurilor șerpi cu gura rănită de o pradă prea mare pe când altele se închid precum cutiile muzicale cu balerine care trag ușor capacul spre înăuntru lăsând...

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wanna see?

de Stratulat Claudiu

go look in a mirror...

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you see me on the news

de emilian valeriu pal

georgian am urlat ține-mă georgian urletul n-a trecut de porțile pieptului agenția de presă s-a deschis ca o gură de anaconda lanțul de la ecuson zornăia ce cîine mi-am zis ce cîine dumnezeu își...

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