"to kill a singing bird" – 5727 rezultate
0.03 secundeMeilisearchDan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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HIHorváth István
István Horváth (n. 10 octombrie 1909 - d. 5 ianuarie 1977), fost om de serviciu la Universitatea din Cluj, devenit redactor la „Falvak Népe” și „Utunk”. Volumul "Törik a parlagot" a obținut Premiul de Stat în 1951. În afară de acesta a mai publicat: - "Balogh Eszti hajnala" [Zorile lui Eszti Balogh] (1954), - "Krizantémok" [Crizanteme] (1960), - "Fenséges adósság" [Datorie supremă] (1962), - "A tenger hangja" [Glasul mării] (1991), la care se adaugă mai multe volume de versuri și nuvele, unele traduse și în limba română plus alte multe volume, unele publicate post-mortem. *** HORVÁTH István: rumanuja hungara poeto, verkisto (Magyarózd, 10-a de oktobro 1909 – 5-a de januaro 1977, Koloĵvaro) En 1920 li komencis la kolegion en Aiud, sed pro materialaj malfacilaĵoj ne povis fini ĝin, tial estis memlerninto. Ekde 1921 li laboris kiel agrikultura partulo en Marosdég, kiel servisto en sia naskiĝvilaĝo, en Koloĵvaro kaj Bukareŝto. Inter 1926 kaj 1940 li...
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ALalecu liviu
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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Sylvia Plath
Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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Big Mircea Calin
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates,the poet quivers,and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. Jose Ortega Y Gasset,Meditations on Quixote(1914)
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to kill a singing bird
de Constantin Drugas
despic firul în patru, în opt cu bisturiul nevrotic al minții dar tot ceea ce ating se transformă-n noroi pulbere, moarte am disecat inima unei păsări cântătoare am vrut să-i aud cântecul sângelui...
A great singer: Hollywood
de Florin DeRoxas
a great man singing great, a story in every verse, peace and love collide, his songs are about black, and brown, and white. stop the racism! is no good in that, see the man next to you and...
autumn to kill
de Ștefan Petrea
deși-n senin mă-ndeamnă din multe zări albastrul la lună ori la soare în așternut de toamnă încet mai vine moartea... sărută-mă, hai!, Doamnă căci regăsesc în tine dovezi de-a fi Sihastrul tot...
I’d love to kill you
de diana dumitraciuc
intru într-o cameră albă am un cuțit în mână păpuși goale împrăștiate pe jos în mijlocul lor stă ea privește fix peretele împlinește treizeci de ani și încă vorbește cu umbrele încă îi strigă numele...
trying to bury santa
de Andrei Dumitrescu
They\'re trying to bury Santa Claus, to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They\'re trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the...
..::Red Lace::..
de Sopov Joana
stiu ca nu e in romana dar mi-a venit sa scriu in engleza so... ..::Red Lace::.. Entering the room with the swiftest of grace wearing the dress made of cheap red lace made by the angonising exploit...
vă urez călătorie plăcută
de Ion Nimerencu
îmi aprind țigara pe bancheta din spate a taxiului geamurile fumurii derulează cadrele lumii în urmă ziua noaptea filmul devine plictisitor și irespirabil fără pop-corn și o iubită comestibilă...
EgoPHobia #17
de Sorin - Mihai Grad
Pe www.egophobia.ro a aparut EgoPHobia #17, in care puteti citi #editorial ~ Ștefan Bolea - Burn Your TV [versiunea originală] ~ Ștefan Bolea - Burn Your TV [English version] #invitat ~ Peca Ștefan -...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
Editie speciala
de Florin Opran
___________EDITIE SPECIALA___________ Imagine there\'s no heaven, It\'s easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine there\'s no countries,...