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GSGheorghe Stanila
M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!
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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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to_morrow
de Petru Teodor
un sfârșit bun nu este așa cum te aștepți pentru că mă vor străpunge florile nedesfăcute din bulbul seminței și din carnea mea vor curge pârâuri nescrise vor săpa zidurile bătăile inimii și vor țâșni...
Sonnet LVI
de William Shakespeare
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay\'d, To-morrow sharpen\'d in his former might: So, love, be thou; although...
Silet
de Ezra Pound
When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at all for what I think? There is enough in what I chance to say. It is enough that we once came...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
Taming of the Shrew
de William Shakespeare
Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...
Carpe Noctem
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
There is no future, there is no more past, No roots nor fruits, but momentary flowers. Lie still, only lie still and night will last, Silent and dark, not for a space of hours, But everlastingly. Let...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 21 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary 3 October. Let me put down with exactness all that happened, as well as I can remember it, since last I made an entry. Not a detail that I can recall must be...
Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
de Ezra Pound
I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 8) ACT IV SCENE VI Another room in the castle. [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have...
Goblin Market
de Christina Rossetti
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...