"shadow and smile" – 237 rezultate
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IEIoana Veronica Epure
Născută pe 22 iunie 1988, am terminat liceul Traian din Constanța, profil mate-fizică. Studentă la Facultatea de Comunicare și Relații Publice "David Ogilvy" din cadrul SNSPA. Texte publicate în Informația Cernavodei (ziar local cernavodean), Adolescentul (suplimentul cotidianului Cuget Liber), revistele literare Agora și Tomis. Premiul "Tinere Condeie" 2004, 2005. Participare la festivalul Primăvara poeților, 2006. Membră a cenaclurilor literare Săgetătorul și Atlantis. Membră agonia.ro din iulie 2004. "I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers. We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon. Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty. When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too. After all festivities the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me." (Vangelis, "The Little Fete")
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John Keats
John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...
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MBMarie Claire Blais
Marie-Claire Blais (n. 5 octombrie 1939) este o scriitoare canadiană de limbă franceză. *** Born in Quebec City, Quebec, she was educated at a convent school and at Université Laval. It was at Laval that she met Jeanne Lapointe and Father Georges Lévesque, who encouraged her to write and, in 1959, to publish her first novel, La Belle Bête (trans. Mad Shadows) in 1959 when she turned 20. She has since written over 20 novels, several plays, collections of poetry and fiction, as well newspaper articles. Her works have been translated into numerous languages, including English and Chinese. With the support of the eminent American critic Edmund Wilson, Blais won two Guggenheim Fellowships. In 1963, Blais moved to the United States, initially living in Cambridge, Massachusetts. There she met her partner, American artist Mary Meigs, and she later relocated to Wellfleet on Cape Cod. In 1975, after two years living in Brittany, she moved back to Quebec with her partner. For about twenty years...
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The Shadow
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GABI
Peste tot si niciunde
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BRbarbu roxana-maria
am vazut lumina zilei pe 21 iunie 1990,in orasul bacau,dar ,am avut norocul de a-mi petrece primii ani ai copilariei intr-o lume de vis,intr-un sat linistit,aflat pe malul stang al dunarii ,un sat cu oameni cuminti,si cu frica de Dumnezeu.am scris inca de mica,si aveam satisfactia de a-mi fi ascultate poeziile.dupa cum era obiceiul prin acele locuri,ieseam seara dupa o zi lunga si obositoare,cu totii ,la poarta.femeile,unele coseau,altele torceau lana sau impleteau,in timp ce barbatii curatau porumb sau alte mestesuguri ce le voi mentiona in alte imprejurari; eu,nefiind prea multi copii pe-acolo,aveam de fiecare data privilegiu de a fi in centrul atentii,si astfel imi erau ascultate poziile.dupa ce am mai crescut ,nu am mai avut la tara timp de scris,fiind programul mult prea incarcat,dimineata la trei plecam la camp,si ne intorceam o data cu soarele ce se lasa peste sat.dar asta nu m-a impiedicat sa adun impresii si sa memorez imagini de o tulburatoare frumusete si...
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TCTeodorescu Ioana Cristina
...cu un trecut obosit deja de dorinta de viitor,cu etape nu rareori stinse de greutate,cu o mama ce a stiut intotdeauna sa fie si cel mai bun tata,cu o inima adeseori mult prea incapatoare,cu prietenii rapuse de interese sau doar incompatibilitati,cu zambete luminoase sau sleite de falsitate,cu credinte negate mai intai de teribilism iar mai apoi de cunoastere,cu o dragoste neimplinita si un suflet intarit de insasi teama de a o vedea pierind incet...cu niste maini si o inima ce nu vor altceva decat sa scrie...si un viitor ce se anunta feeric,macar de numai pe hartie....ce poate fi mai mult de atat,biografie?
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Dan Roxana - Maria
Nascuta intr-o zi ploioasa de primavara in Orasul Viorilor , am avut o copilarie fara prea multe amintiri , de care m-am desprins in momentul in care am fost admisa la Liceul Militar 'Mihai Viteazul ' din Alba Iulia . Desi am obtinut o nota mare la examenul de bacalaureat , am avut parte de un esec la edmiterea de la Academia Navala 'Mircea cel Batran ' , esec ce m-a determinat sa imi continui drumul , pe calea armatei , prin intermediul ' Scolii Militare de Maistri Militari a Fortelor Navale ' (scoala in care inca mai studiez ).
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Alex Dan
21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...
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IAion a
life is shadow life is dream i exist therefore i scream
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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...
la camera de gardă (3)
de Petru Teodor
Scriu la granița de după. Fără putință de-a te ascunde într-o carcasă, fără putință de tăgadă... Pielea ta e un blestem, neputințele tale sunt un blestem, moartea este înscrisă între dalele de...
ILLUSION
de Lupsa sorina
Soon after, she\'s gone. A pale smile on his face And he sees it\'s all done. Moments of tears Hopeless times Everything become fears. He likes to watch her sleeping But now she\'s just shadow....
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...
The Matrix
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Classes, hours streets... The VETO right over sunrise, heads of concrete... As water takes the shape of the vase, So does man take the elaborate shape of the maze in its underscored power. Witness to...
Letter
de Crisan Iulian
I want to be your shadow To follow you at every step I want to be the silent wind That passes by you… Touching your skin Making you shiver and goes away lost, Forgotten… Noticed by no one. I want to...
Black Eleven
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Smile ! Your smile is pure, Is full of light is empty of the tiredness that consumes us all in hipocrizy: Burning flag of the lost patiance: Here we are pretending to smile Pretending to cry...
Waiting
de Robert Frost
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone upon the stubbled filed, From which the laborers\' voices late have died, And...
Dive in my vein
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dive in my vein, I\'m alive... Feel my pain strifeing outside the walls, Take a dive down the pipes into my soul, Dig into my story... your wing on my clouds, your Ming dinasty nails into my hair,...
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...