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MLMina Loa
"It Suits the Poets Purpose" by RAY REESE writers would have us believe in popular mythology that women are enamored with men of power mock gladiator bluster Portofolio's Corporate corpulent physique when in fact most of the women worth the having are with men who are good with words...
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Iulia Constantinescu
nothing that could interest you...
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ADalice drogoreanu
things that only exist while I'm photographing them m-am născut pe 7 august iubesc lucruri derizorii. de obicei alb-negru. un pod. o apă. cerul liber. cărțile. mirosul de curat. asta poate fi o biografie sau asta http://krasavita.wordpress.com/ http://insunnyty.deviantart.com/ sunt undeva sus
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paul rotaru
I am That I am nobody son of nobody he who is and he who is not
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VOViiu Octavian
I am more than meets the eye!
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AJAnkh Joker
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Hi
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Comptine Rose
all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//
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Jim Morrison
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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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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ionut
"When a person is born They cry and the world laugh But let them live such a life That when they die they laugh And the world cries."
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soldier side my ass
de emilian valeriu pal
O dimineață perfectă începe cu o țigară pe balcon. Mă piș pe mine de frig fumez jumate de țigară(că de aia fumez numai marlboro roșu lung. Am încercat Slimurile dar mai bine mă apuc să cînt la...
you can do better than me
de lupu ionut catalin
(dintr-un somn îngrozitor mă trezește vocea ei) unde este trecutul tău (mă întreabă trecîndu-și o mînă sub pernă) unde este trecutul tău cu toate străzile sale mici și întortocheate mai bine să...
That's life !
de Radu Tudor Ciornei
cine ești ? cine ești ? cine ești ? îmi șopteau răcnind degetele uscate ale ploii ce mă opreau ca pe Manole din drumul către Mandalay amenințîndu-mă că într-o zi mă vor opera pe creier pe viu mi te...
a tale that was not right
de Leonard Ancuta
spunea leibniz cîndva că meșteșugul omului se oprește în mecanisme, rotițe din ce în ce mai mici dar la un moment dat e ultima învîrtire și de acolo începe dumnezeu, pentru că dumnezeu a creat ce nu...
i do not go gentle into that good night
de Leonard Ancuta
suntem stelele care cîntă în loc să lumineze suntem stelele care zîmbesc fără iubire suntem stelele care apar pe piele și nu pe cer suntem stelele care tac mai în jos, în dreapta, e un copac din...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...
Concursul
de rechesan gheorghe
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting” ( Charles Bukowski- Finish ) Dimineața cenușie de iarnă,...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 7 - Cutting from \"the Dailygraph\". (Pasted in Mina Murray\'s Journal.) From a Correspondent. 8 August. Whitby One of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has just been experienced...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
shakespeare
de tudor bertea
Good friend, for Jesus\' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosèd here. Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones William Shakespeare e un poet, care s-a...