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2006-2010 -Universitatea "Ovidius", Constanta Facultatea De Pshihologie Si Stiinte Ale Educatiei Specializari: Psihologie/Psihopedagogie Speciala 1990-2006 -Colegiul National Pedagogic "Constantin Bratescu", Specializarea: Educator/Invatator/Traducator 1990-1998- Teatru Fantasio, Sectia: Coregrafie/Balet
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LHLorraine Ellis Harr
Lorraine Ellis Harr was one of the important figures in the history of American haiku. She lived in Portland, Oregon, where for almost four decades she worked tirelessly to promote the understanding of the haiku form and to encourage the reading and writing of haiku in English through the publication of a quarterly journal, Dragonfly, the organization, Western World Haiku Society and the fifteen books of her own poems in all the Japanese genres . Internationally known poet and editor, Kazuo Sato once commented that if Lorraine Ellis Harr lived in Japan, she would be a national treasure. Opal Lorraine Ellis Harr was born on Halloween, October 31, 1912, in Sullivan, Illinois. Her father left the family when she was three years old. The mother and three girls (Lorraine is the youngest) moved to Cooperstown, North Dakota to live for several years before moving to Portland. Her mother had a sister who lived there. The sister's husband promised Lorraine's mother a job if they moved to...
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VLVilliers de l'Isle-Adam
Jean-Marie-Mathias-Philippe-Auguste, comte de Villiers de l'Isle-Adam (7 November 1838 – 19 August 1889) was a French symbolist writer. Villiers de l'Isle-Adam was born in Saint-Brieuc, Brittany, to a distinguished aristocratic family. His parents, Marquis Joseph-Toussaint and Marie-Francoise (née Le Nepvou de Carfort) were not rich, however, and were financially supported by Marie's aunt, Mademoiselle de Kerinou. His father became obsessed with the idea he could restore the family fortune by finding the lost treasure of the Knights of Malta (Philippe Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, 16th century Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller, was his ancestor), which had reputedly been buried near Quintin during the French Revolution. Consequently, he spent large sums of money buying land, excavating it and then selling it at a loss when he failed to find anything of value. The young Villiers' education was troubled (he attended over half a dozen different schools) but from an early age his family...
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treasure island
de Virgil Titarenco
mirosul albastru al cerului îmi intră în piele în nări în orbite abluțiune de mări într-o corabie de nisip despletită niciodată plecată de tot mă legăn pe o insulă care scîrțîie respir adînc seva...
INSEMNARE(2) - Las Vegas
de Laurențiu Orășanu
(urmare) LAS VEGAS La Las Vegas esti binevenit oricand, dar e bine sa ajungi noaptea. Noaptea e desertul, si oaza luminoasa si plina de sperante se zareste nu mult dupa ce pilotul de la National ne...
În capul lui Lyon Ankovitch ( 5)
de rechesan gheorghe
După ce o expedie pe June, Ankovitch își luă favoritul în brațe și plecară să cineze. Chemă un taxi și o luară pe Manhatan bridge pînă pe Canal Street unde, la intersecția cu 6th Avenue, în spatele...
Dulce-Andreea
de viorel ploesteanu
Interfonul sună strident în liniștea nopții. Oana se ridică în capul oaselor și, cu ochii cârpiți de somn, încercă să vadă cât arată ceasul electronic. Cifrele începură să tremure ca niște meduze...
Limonadă cu gheață
de adina h
Pedalez ca atunci când aveam cinci ani și mă jucam de-a Formula 1 pe coridor în casa bunicii, trecând înainte și-napoi precum vijelia, eu în “Ferrari”-ul meu cu 3 roți si ghidon, ridicând tot praful...
Vlad al III-lea Drăculea din „Ordinul Dragonului”
de Dragoș Vișan
Un prinț valah se formează ca om în Constantinopole, dar și în Þara Românească, în Transivania, la Buda. Apoi iată-l prințul ostatic pe malurile Bosforului cum este unul dintre luptătorii ce nu voiau...
Treasure chest
de Ionut Popa
Pieptul tău este un cer înnorat peste care moartea îşi înalţă corbii ca pe zmeie. Firele nu se văd. Firele sunt ascunse şi roşii. Se împletesc după avântul tău nebunesc: din nimic... avem unul, apoi...
national treasure
de emilian valeriu pal
dacă ai noroc metroul face o oră pînă în centru ai putea să vezi și tu niște vedete în carne și oase poate beckam la braț cu posh spice mulțimea urlă urli și tu urletul e o formă de existență londra...
Promisiuni și o planetă micuță
de Bianca Goean
You say you’ll give me A highway with no one on it Treasure just to look upon it All the riches in the night You say you’ll give me Eyes in a moon of blindness A river in a time of dryness A harbor...
cafea
de Ohm
the fragrant pungent aroma fills the air zig zagging moisture scents like a hikers trail tracing the path back to the pot of black gold pouring the umber fluid into my china cup nostrils are drenched...
Sonnet LII
de William Shakespeare
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so...
Pseudosonet englez
de Cristian Vasiliu
When seeds of madness start to grow And spread their roots into my soul It’s you that make my faults to rest Into the treasure of my chest …And then I rise on lips a cry Because my very core is thy;...
I want freedom
de Hariclea Homeag
I’m sick of being healthy In this world of sickness They miss the mental quickness I miss material wealthy ! This world has lacks of pleasure Even the love is random I quit finding a treasure I’m...
Archeology
de Coana Loenida
Working to build a new life for myself I find like ancient people I search among the ruins for stones that can still be used salvaged to create something new lasting solid. In turning over debris I...
Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
Sonnet II
de William Shakespeare
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty\'s field, Thy youth\'s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter\'d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask\'d...
Sonnet XX
de William Shakespeare
A woman\'s face with Nature\'s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman\'s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women\'s fashion; An eye...