"to ontos on" – 5726 rezultate
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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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Anca Sandu
not much to tell...
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Gabriela Radoi
"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)
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to ontos on
de Vasile Munteanu
scriu în fiecare zi parcă în mine cuvintele ar căuta un alt trup salcâmilor teilor muriți în prisacă scriu și grădina pieptului înrourează ca o fetiță săracă netezindu-și rochița ponosită cu palma nu...
mIRC dream
de Coana Loenida
I stumbled onto you, half by mistake, trying to elude the hounds who have no discretion or taste. You were a polite voice, in a world of ramble, A gentleman searching for more than the tepid...
Smile
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I\'d like to decompose you, moon and make out of your bones perfume, And sing onto your waves my tune, I\'d like to decompose you, moon.
Procrastination
de dan bortoc
you I wish to see again when sleep shall have shrouded all romance and fatigued your heart shall barely throb as I will wind into a bow long disavowed by the arrow whose divorced white feathers would...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
The magic in our words
de Andrei Dumitrescu
The magic in our words sells us to our stories tonight, As the sharpest swords share destinies untold by the dripping blood, hanging by the edge of the dark blades deceiving timeless snakes Wild and...
Feeling of romance
de Andrei Dumitrescu
She kisses me like a lizard with her long lost tail, brushing her lips onto mine like a violent blizzard counting the wounds soon to be risen out of the skin of the sorrowful air, Like some kind of...
Femeie intunecata marinar
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dark woman sailor, ocean born entertainer, take me onto your ship, and undo my bones to a footstep as a continuance ladder to the leg of your trip, Dark woman sailor won\'t you let me inside, Won\'t...
Pull the plug off
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Pull the plug of the stereo, Let\'s listen to the absence of the music on some quiet bench on the forgotten streets of Borneo, Going round our brains and taking place as bleeding symposiums into our...
Tell me
de Alina
"tell me how you kiss tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie that bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind this fear of running onto you please let there be light In a darkened room"