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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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GAGertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda
Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y Arteaga (March 23, 1814-February 1, 1873) was a Cuban writer of the 19th century. Born: March 23, 1814 Puerto Príncipe (modern day Camaguey), Cuba Died: February 1, 1873; Madrid, Spain Nationality Cuban Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y Arteaga, widely known as la Avellaneda, was born in Puerto Príncipe (modern day Camaguey), Cuba. She came from a noble background; her father, Manuel Gomez de Avellaneda, was a descendent of the royal family of Navarre and aristocracy of Vizcaya of Spain, and also a commander of the Spanish navy in charge of the central regions of Cuba. Her mother, Francisca de Arteaga y Betancourt, was also from a wealthy Spanish family that had lived in Puerto Príncipe. It is said that her mother’s family is the one that inspired the family in her first novel, Sab. As a child la Avellaneda was not interested in feminine materials. She was given a tutor and soon became engulfed in the books she was given to read. Her mother tried...
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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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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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FRFilip Ruxandra
Adresa mea de mail: yvory_ender@yahoo.com Adresa de yahoo messenger: yvory_ender Data nasterii 15 dec '84 AMV-uri create de mine: http://www.youtube.com/user/yvoryender http://www.youtube.com/user/inuyashatokagome2 In prezent - Proiect de Cercetare in Japonia - Tokyo Of what use is the draught of immortality to me? Now that we shell never see each other again, And I spend my days shedding enough tears to float upon their wake. Ma proclam rege al strangatorilor. Sunt o veriga de legatura dar functionez ca un intreg. Imi ridic privirea spre teluri inalte si dau lovituri ferme si sigure. Viata imi este o calatorie presarata de bucurii. Fiecare cautare trebuie sa sfarseasca intr-o noua expeditie. Sunt progres, exploatare si intuitie. Sunt pantecul unde germineaza actiunea. EDUCATION - Aprilie 2009 - Tokyo, Japan - Research Student - Oct.-Nov. 2009 – Meiji Daigaku 50th Anniversary Symposium – Innovation within Square Enix Corporation - Sept. 2008- Mart. 2009 Esslingen Hochschule -...
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AHAldous Leonard Huxley
[[en]] Aldous Leonard Huxley was born on July 26, 1894, into a family that included some of the most distinguished members of that part of the English ruling class made up of the intellectual elite. Aldous' father was the son of Thomas Henry Huxley, a great biologist who helped develop the theory of evolution. His mother was the sister of Mrs. Humphrey Ward, the novelist; the niece of Matthew Arnold, the poet; and the granddaughter of Thomas Arnold, a famous educator and the real-life headmaster of Rugby School who became a character in the novel Tom Brown's Schooldays.Brave New World book cover Undoubtedly, Huxley's heritage and upbringing had an effect on his work. Gerald Heard, a longtime friend, said that Huxley's ancestry "brought down on him a weight of intellectual authority and a momentum of moral obligations." Throughout Brave New World you can see evidence of an ambivalent attitude toward such authority assumed by a ruling class. Like the England of his day, Huxley's Utopia...
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ICInga Clendinnen
Inga Vivienne Clendinnen AO (born 17 August 1934) is an Australian author and historian, anthropologist and academic. Born in Geelong, Victoria, Clendinnen graduated from the University of Melbourne in 1955 with a BA (Hons). She sporadically held the post of Senior Tutor of History there from 1955 to 1968, was a Lecturer at La Trobe University from 1969 to 1982, and was then a Senior Lecturer in History until 1989. Forced to curtail her academic activities due to contracting hepatitis, Clendinnen retained an association with La Trobe University while working on her memoir, Tiger's Eye. In 1999, she was invited to present the 40th annual Boyer Lectures. Her lectures were published in 2000 as True Stories. In the Australia Day 2006 Honours List, Clendinnen was appointed an Officer of the Order of Australia (AO), with a citation that read: For service to scholarship as a writer and historian addressing issues of fundamental concern to Australian society and for contributing to shaping...
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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DGDavid Gascoyne
David Gascoyne (October 10, 1916 - November 25, 2001) was an English poet associated with the Surrealist movement. Gascoyne was born in Harrow and grew up in England and Scotland and attended Salisbury Cathedral School and Regent Street Polytechnic in London. He spent part of the early 1930s in Paris. His first book, Roman Balcony and Other Poems, was published in 1932, when he was sixteen. A novel, Opening Day, was published the following year. However, it was Man's Life is This Meat (1936), which collected his early surrealist work and translations of French surrealists, and Hölderlin's Madness (1938) that established his reputation. These publications, together with his 1935 A Short Survey of Surrealism and his work on the 1936 London International Surrealist Exhibition, which he helped to organise, made him one of a small group of English surrealists that included Hugh Sykes Davies and Roger Roughton. Ironically, at this exhibition, Gascoyne had to rescue Salvador Dalí from the...
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KIKobayashi Issa
Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828) a fost un poet japonez. *** Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827) - original name Kobayashi Nobuyki - Also called Kobayashi Yataro, born in some sources on May 5, 1763 Kobayashi Issa was born in Kashiwabara, Shinano province (now part of Shinano Town, Nagano Prefecture), a son of a farmer. His father was widowed a few years after Issa was born. Issa was looked after by his grandmother until his father remarried. During this period, he started to study haiku under a local poet, Shimpo. Issa's troubles with his stepmother started when she gave birth to a son. Later Issa complainen that he was beaten "a hundred times a day." In 1777, at the age of fourteen, he was sent by his father to Edo (Tokyo today), where he studied haiku under the poets Mizoguchi Sogan and Norokuan Chikua (died 1790). Possibly Issa also worked as a clerk at a Buddhist temple. Issa's works gained the attention Seibi Natsume, who became his patron. Although his poems became more and more known, he was...
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that day
de Anca Zubascu
mă înghesui cu totul în acest ultim cuvânt cu genunchii aduși la bărbie e ultima pagină pe care o scriu în toate diminețile la căpătâiul patului găsesc o nouă zi ca o sacoșă goală seara e plină de...
That day that never seems to come
de nica ioana
Ziua în care pun stop unei deziluzii Ziua in care mă reîntorc la realitatea crudă care îmi ține umbra în nopțile stinghere Ziua în care redevin copilul visător ce pășește inocent și retard în...
A Page in the book of Destiny
de lidia
That day was like any other... or so I thought. Little did I know that in a spider\'s web I would be caught. Walking along the street a man was staring at me from the other side. Had I known what...
A word is dead
de Emily Dickinson
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
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...
Cuvîntul e mort
de Emily Dickinson
Cuvîntul e mort Îndată ce-i rostit Se spune. Eu cred că abia atunci Începe viața lui În lume. (traducerea Ileana Mihai-Ștefănescu) A word is dead When it is said Some day. I say it just Begins to...
My love is still here
de Marlena Culi
Red rose, red rose As pure as love it self, White roses as the light of Your sweet kisses. I felt once the window Of you heart open Oh, I remember that day, Like it was yesterday? No more tears, and...
Missing You...
de Tia
My weak body trembles When it feels your touch, An my lips...they quiver... I miss you so much... I long to be with you, To have you in my arms, And to have you next to me In the cold, lonely nights....
Can’t stop to think about you
de Florin DeRoxas
You’re my real love, You’re my love true, You are away But can’t stop to think about you. You came into my life When I was real low And picked me up. You loved me so!... The days are passing, I get...
Coma
de Zoicas Cristian
Something is cold and dark Inside this bottle She\'s sleeping in my bleeding arms She won\'t forgive her mother She was from a cruel world From which I took har away today To rest and pray No love is...