"the oblivion don’t breathe its last" – 11441 rezultate
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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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The Saddest Poem
de Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: \"The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.\" The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write...
I slip away
de Alex Oberlander
I slip away Puzzled beyond recognition Puzzled like a stone And I don\'t mind The smiling mirror I slip away Under a black horizon, Into my rotten oblivion On my way To sleep I slip away I unplug my...
The Pauper Poet
de Ohm
the Pauper Poet, afraid not of the darkness, but the light that surrounds it. perished, prosperity and the wanting for words. talent terminated, depth destroyed, all cadences fail me now. shaken by...
At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood
de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...
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...
Dropping
de Zavera Ioan Alexandru
one tear ... dropping down ... the last of his feelings would now disappear ... nothing could change it anymore his former self ... the illusion that he created the world had crumbled and died ......
Ash Wednesday
de T.S. Eliot
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...
Claustrofobia
de Alex Oberlander
în sufletul nopții încep din nou să sap tunele prin carnea ruginită mâinile adormite scriu în piele: ruină… suntem stele reci… harta dorinței arde încet… încet… luminând calea spre imposibila...
Envoi
de Ezra Pound
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast subjects known, Then were there cause in thee that should condone Even my faults that heavy upon me...
Sonnet LV
de William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear\'d with sluttish time. When wasteful...