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subiectivisme
articole și eseuri despre întâmplări, fapte, evenimente; comentate în cel mai pur stil subiectiv de Florin Hălălău
de Florin Hălălău
lara sam
Still thinking of coming back
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Gabriel J. Khazini
Broken glass still echoes in his heart as broken mirrors, Heart that once danced love and fear... And thus all puppets sing the song that hurt the puppeteer
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ionutz
born....10.03.1900-toamna.............still breathing.....
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Ovidiu Mihai Ionel
Born again. Still alive. Painter, dancer, writer.
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Sara Nagy
mi-au expirat cei 19 ani de acasa. datele mele personale still pending ( schimbarea domiciliului unitate de invatamant)
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andra n
"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"
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Carmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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James Joyce
Joyce was born in Dublin, where his father was a rates collector. He was educated at a Jesuit school and University College, Dublin where he studied philosophy and language. When he was still an undergraduate, in 1900, his long review of Ibsen’s last play was published in the Fortnightly Review. At this time he also began writing his poems which were later collected in Chamber Music, published in 1907. In 1902 Joyce left Dublin for Paris, but returned the following year as his mother was dying. From 1904 he lived with Nora Barnacle, whom he married in 1931 (the year his father died), a son was born in 1905, and a daughter in 1918. Their home from 1905 to 1915 was Trieste, where Joyce taught English at the Berlitz school. In 1909 and 1912 he made his final trips to Ireland, attempting to arrange the publication of his first book Dubliners, which finally appeared in England in 1914. It was during this time that he was contacted by Ezra Pound, a leading champion of modernist writers who...
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John Ashbery
John Ashbery (born July 28, 1927) is an American poet. He has won nearly every major American award for poetry and is recognized as one of America's most important, though still controversial, poets. In an article on Elizabeth Bishop in his Selected Prose, he characterizes himself as having been described as "a harebrained, homegrown surrealist whose poetry defies even the rules and logic of Surrealism." "No figure looms so large in American poetry over the past 50 years as John Ashbery", Langdon Hammer, chairman of the English Department at Yale University, wrote in 2008. American poet has had a larger, more diverse vocabulary, not Whitman, not Pound". Stephen Burt, a poet and Harvard professor of English has compared Ashbery to T. S. Eliot, the "last figure whom half the English-language poets alive thought a great model, and the other half thought incomprehensible" Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, and raised on a farm near Lake Ontario; his brother died when they were...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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still got the blues
de Valeriu D.G. Barbu
uite ce decor de mileniu născut obosit pe albastrul-alburiu-constipat și grafit haotic ce lehamite se înscrie pe orbita pământului devenindu-i reper și cum cineva de acolo de sus tot aruncă pietre și...
somn
de ama ada anghel
prietene, de data asta o sa adormim tandru ca gingiile unei scoici am in dulap niste omuleti verzi o apocalipsa unduitoare de clorofila mestecand faldurile pieilor mele de sarpe lasate la descantat...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
Ah, vocabularul!(do you take sugar with that?)
de Nicoleta Stefanescu
sau cum se poate aplica (yeah!) legea pruteanu în sens invers și în traduceri libere de tot (like, you know, “Revenge of the Nerds”) Avem oră de “dirigenție”: directorul răcnește din toți rărunchii...
why?
de blue
why it’s love a sweet nightmare, but we still dream? why it’s the soul empty and our thoughts unclean? why to be a product of love when you’ll never get love? why we die, if our...
DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...
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...
Finding the right path
de Cristina
Since young Nadejda\'s destiny was decided by others, The adult life she began as a child; Her life represents the embodiment of a curved, dark tunnel, She accomplished her goals with more than one...
Way Of The Souls
de Octav Chivulescu
ISBN 973-0-03999-2 Noita R. Ipsni WAY OF THE SOULS * OURSELVES CIVILIZATION OF THE INS SOURCE OF LIGHT ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS CHAPTER 666 TRACES IN THE SAND Computer...
