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DHDashiell Hammett
Samuel Dashiell Hammett; May 27, 1894 – January 10, 1961) was an American author of hard-boiled detective novels and short stories. Among the enduring characters he created are Sam Spade (The Maltese Falcon), Nick and Nora Charles (The Thin Man), the newspaper comic strip Secret Agent X-9 and the Continental Op (Red Harvest and The Dain Curse). In addition to the significant influence his novels and stories had on film, Hammett "is now widely regarded as one of the finest mystery writers of all time" and was called, in his obituary in The New York Times, "the dean of the... 'hard-boiled' school of detective fiction". Time magazine included Hammett's 1929 novel Red Harvest on a list of the 100 best English-language novels published between 1923 to 2005. Hammett was born on a farm called "Hopewell and Aim" off Great Mills Road, St. Mary's County, in southern Maryland, United States. His parents were Richard Thomas Hammett and Anne Bond Dashiell. (The Dashiells are an old Maryland...
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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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The Shadow
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BBBen Ber
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Alex Dan
21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...
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Matei Alexandru Marian
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Anca Emancipatu
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Pelin Razvan Romeo
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FDFlorin Dumitru
Mai multe poezii scrise de mine gasiti la varianta in engleza a site-ului... (apasati pe steagul britanic). Adresa mea de mail este floringabriel2003@yahoo.com
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Games We Play
de Coana Loenida
The hardest thing, I have felt... Was gazing into you... I thought I saw a fire... My heart, loved and true... But in a moment all was lost... Within a flood of lies... For the only thing I really...
an intercity train...waiting
de Alina
Waiting on a Sunday afternoon ... For what I’ve read between the lines… Your lies! :)) Feeling like yesterday’s paper on this metro seat... Today :))) So do you laugh or it’s me crying? Reply !...
Workgroup - à la roumaine!, (adică “ad hoc”-istic)
de Adrian Firica
Introducere Sincer vă spun că “PARADOX” este un album ... Steppenwolf (Circles Of Confusion, Give Me News I Can Use, Nothing Is Forever, Slender Thread Of Hope, The Fixer ... etc.!), și vă rog să-mi...
Still...
de Crisan Iulian
Blood and mists Just silence… Eternal struggle between graves of time My lips are frozen My eyes, made of crystal I am made of nothing… I hear, but not your voice I see, but not your essence I feel,...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
Proverbs of Hell
de William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...
Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man (1782)
de Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
PRIEST - Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices - say, my son, do you not repent...
Venus and Adonis
de William Shakespeare
\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...
A Better Resurrection
de Christina Rossetti
I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears. Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting...
Song of wine
de Emile Nelligan
Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...