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Popa NaePN

Popa Nae

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Si io p-aici.

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LS

liviu & izabela savar

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noi vrem sa fim schizofrenici, noi vrem sa fim frumosi, noi vrem sa umplem lumea cu sange si cu dragoste.

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Alphonse AllaisAA

Alphonse Allais

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Alphonse Allais (October 20, 1854 - October 28, 1905) was a French writer and humorist born in Honfleur, Calvados. He is the author of many collections of whimsical writings. A poet as much as a humorist, he in particular cultivated the verse form known as holorhyme, i.e. made up entirely of homophonous verses, where entire lines rhyme. For example: par les bois du djinn où s'entasse de l'effroi, parle et bois du gin ou cent tasses de lait froid. Allais is also credited with the earliest known example of a completely silent musical composition. Composed in 1897, his Funeral March for the Obsequies of a Deaf Man -- consisting of nine blank measures -- predates comparable works by John Cage and Erwin Schulhoff by a considerable margin. His piece "Story for Sara" was translated and illustrated by Edward Gorey. Allais participated in humorous exhibitions, particularly in those of the Salon des Arts Incohérents of 1883 and 1884, held at the Galerie Vivienne. At these Allais exhibited...

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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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silent nights

de Ligia Pârvulescu

orele strânse ale nopții ninge o neliniște adâncă pufoasă înoți într-un lichid rece simți vag rafale bocete amintiri femeile îți trec printre degete ca niște mătănii în care nu crezi amorțești love,...

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I wonder

de adriana

I wonder ... if I miss you in this silent and painful way, if I do not trust the way you love me do I love you ? I wonder..... if your caresses and your kisses are your proof of loving me why do you...

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The Sphinx

de Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...

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silent night

de Ligia Pârvulescu

în oraș ninge mă aplec peste balustradă vărs roșu sec și mormăi aiureli te-aș fi înțeles poate aș fi simțit până la leșin cum iarna asta femeile se unduiesc mai tandru-n cearceafuri se uită mai adânc...

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de câteva zile ne învârtim în același cerc

de Ana Gabriel-Laurențiu

luni 6:43 monica doarme liniștită ca într-un coșciug bacovian și eu dorm dar cu ochii deschiși ca soldații în tranșee când moartea le cântă silent night drumul până la baie și înapoi e o adevărată...

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îmi îmbrac visele în alb și negru

de Ana Gabriel-Laurențiu

pentru o clipă am văzut femeile răstignite pe zidurile mișcătoare și toate au țipat în același timp ca un cor madrigal ,,fătălăilor, lăsați berile și dați-ne jos de-aici" picături de sudoare și sânge...

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Sărbători fericite!

de Hanna Segal

“Anul ăsta prima zi de Hanuka și Căciunul cad în aceeași zi. Ca să nu mai vorbim de faptul că nici Revelionul nu-i departe. Cu trei liste lungi de evrei, creștini și politic corecți atîrnând deasupra...

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Nu fizicul, nici metafizicul. Altceva!

de Dragoș Vișan

"Ceva mă irită, nu fizic, mă deranjează, tati, altceva, și nu pot să intru în celălalt dormitor, nu pot schimba locul de somn" Nu se prea înțelege ce anume te-ar deranja Alt mod de percepere a...

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Rezultatele celei de a doua ediții a concursului de haiku Sharpening the green pencil

de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu

S-au primit 394 poeme de la 199 de participanți din 5 continente și 38 de țări. Premiul I Asni AMIN Singapore, SINGAPORE letting go... the butterflies I'll never see again lăsați să plece … fluturi...

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Sonnet XXX

de William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time\'s waste: Then can I drown an...

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Christabel

de Samuel Taylor Coleridge

PART I \'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu--whit !-- -- Tu--whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline,...

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personal indifference

de Alina

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Watch as he lies silent, for soon night will be gone I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to fly I will make my way, through, one...

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Carpe Noctem

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

There is no future, there is no more past, No roots nor fruits, but momentary flowers. Lie still, only lie still and night will last, Silent and dark, not for a space of hours, But everlastingly. Let...

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The Destruction of Sennacherib

de George Gordon Noel Byron

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep...

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story....

de Florea Ana-Maria

Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...

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