"the door" – 11440 rezultate
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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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KVKatri Vala
( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...
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ANAndreea Neacsu
Born on 22.11.1985, somewhere in the Realm of Dreams. As in any other world, this one has forbidden doors. Doors that I always tried to open.
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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JCJohn R. Carling
John R. Carling a fost un scriitor de limbă engleză, autor în principal de romane istorice. Nu se cunosc amănunte despre viața sa, deși opera sa literară se mai publică încă, la peste 100 de ani de la primele apariții. Cartea care a rezistat cel mai bine timpului este "Cetatea blestemată" (1910), apărută și la noi după 1989, cunoscând mai multe ediții. Acțiunea romanului se axează în jurul cuceririi și dărâmării Ierusalimului de către romani în anul 70 d.Hr., culminând cu distrugerea Templului. Cartea a facut inconjorul pamantului, in anii `70 fiind ecranizata – filmul cunoscand un success exceptional. John R. Carling a mai publicat cateva volume care nu au cunoscut succesul acestei carti. Dupa moartea autorului, sotia acestuia a publicat un jurnal pe care acesta il scria cu regularitate. Scrieri principale (romane): The Shadow Of The Czar (1902) The Viking`s Skull (1904) The Weird Picture (1905) By Neva`s Waters (1907) The Doomed City (1910) Traduceri în limba română: Cetatea...
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Raluca Dobrescu
http://www.thenettle.blogspot.com/
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DGDobre Alina Georgiana
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DBdorin bregu
... As in the words of the great De la Soul..... Me, Myself & I... Add me on Facebook /portaeporta/ if you wanna holla at me directly. Stay blessed.
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TDTeo Dobre
What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed promise for moments caught within the spell... What happened to wonders we once knew so well? Did we forget what happened, surely we can't tell...
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The Doors
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Ziua de azi a fost cu un dram mai lunga decat celelalte parca... Mai altfel invelita intre norii de siclam, mai alta... Am vazut un film astazi. The Doors. La cinemateca. cu Val Kilmer, Meg Ryan,...
the doors. on fire
de Vasile Munteanu
nu. nu voi scrie despre clasici ai muzicii. ci despre uși. m-am săturat să comunicăm prin ferestre duplicitare. prin perdele de ceață. în care lumina se zbate cu inconștiența fluturelui în plasa de...
The Lockless Door
de Robert Frost
It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I thought of the door With no lock to lock. I blew out the light, I tip-toed the floor, And raised both hands In prayer to the door. But the knock...
Doors Of The Temple
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
Many are the doors of the spirit that lead Into the inmost shrine: And I count the gates of the temple divine, Since the god of the place is God indeed. And these are the gates that God decreed...
a wolf at the door
de Alexandru Gheție
dar nu ce rost mai are acum să scriem despre scufițe și lupi adevăratul mesaj e aici nu acolo - \'upu papă bunici, tati? \'upu a\'e dinți care papă bunici - da, rareș, lupul are colți dar nu papă...
The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...
Hardly had I left the house
de Dorin Popa
when, all of the sudden,implacable all the doors closed hermetically exactly when I was about to leave this house this life this death oh, so many things are to be done when nothings is left to be...
Writing on the wall
de D. Valentina
There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we could not...
The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man
de Ohm
Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...
The Witch of Coos
de Robert Frost
I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...