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Catalina HascuCH

Catalina Hascu

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Useless!

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NostradamusN

Nostradamus

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Michel de Nostredame[1] (14 or 21 December 1503[2] – 2 July 1566), usually Latinised to Nostradamus, was a French apothecary and reputed seer who published collections of prophecies that have since become famous worldwide. He is best known for his book Les Propheties (The Prophecies), the first edition of which appeared in 1555. Since the publication of this book, which has rarely been out of print since his death, Nostradamus has attracted a following that, along with the popular press, credits him with predicting many major world events. Most academic sources maintain that the associations made between world events and Nostradamus's quatrains are largely the result of misinterpretations or mistranslations (sometimes deliberate) or else are so tenuous as to render them useless as evidence of any genuine predictive power.[3] Moreover, none of the sources listed offers any evidence that anyone has ever interpreted any of Nostradamus's quatrains specifically enough to allow a clear...

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Benjamin VautrierBV

Benjamin Vautrier

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Născut la Napoli, în 1935. Artist elvețian de inspirație dadistă. Creează tablouri, sculpturi, obiecte ready made, certificate, afișe dar și poezii. Toată creația sa reprezintă o provocare la adresa creației artistice dar și o modalitate de a-și apropia arta prin aceste gesturi. *** Ben Vautier (born on July 18, 1935 in Naples, Italy), also known simply as Ben, is a French artist. He lives and works in Nice, where he ran a record shop when he was young. He discovered Yves Klein and the Nouveau Réalisme in the 1950s, but he became quickly interested in the French dada artist Marcel Duchamp, the music of John Cage and joined the Fluxus artistic movement in the 1960s. He is also active in Mail-Art and is mostly known for his text-based paintings; an example of the latter is his work "L'art est inutile. Rentrez chez vous" (Art is Useless, Go Home). He has long defended the rights of minorities in all countries, and he has been influenced by the theories of François Fontan about ethnism....

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culoare de vis

de Dely Cristian Marian

"there is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge." (Bertrand Russell) raduan se învârtea placid ca de obicei - disc nou cu melodii vechi - fredona ceva în arabă îmi plăcea înțelegeam că...

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Silence

de oana stanescu

I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...

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Life On The Speedball

de Laura Sylvia Dragomir

Life on the speedball Is like driving your race-car Out into space. Survival is not essential, Though the stars in your head Push you forward. What matters if this Is the edge of destruction? You...

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why?

de blue

why it’s love a sweet nightmare, but we still dream? why it’s the soul empty and our thoughts unclean? why to be a product of love when you’ll never get love? why we die, if our...

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Soul Replacements

de Coana Loenida

To finally know how little I meant to you to know the choice was made before I began my plea to understand that there was never a chance that is the final hammer strike. Words you think I use them...

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sorry..

de oana stanescu

I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...

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Take this longing

de Leonard Cohen

Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself just as it was lost to them. Oh take...

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Nothing

de Crisan Iulian

I did have nothing when I came And so shall I take nothing when I go I was myself, with me… and all And I’ll be nothing nevermore A crow was I, I flew through life I had but me, and nothing more I...

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A fish answers

de James Leigh Hunt

Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! O flat and shocking face, Grimly divided from the breast below! Thou that on dry land...

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la la la's just killing me

de Marinescu Victor

cât despre cine face sau nu literatură întâlnim foarte mulți câini. câini care latră câini care mușcă tot felul de câini. unii au pedigree și zgărzile alea cu medalioane care strălucesc există si...

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Interview with Enrique Iglesias

de A.M. Rika

Enrique Iglesias reaches for the stars with his feet on the ground Enrique Iglesias is the boy next door, someone who grew up doing things quietly, but effectively. Dreaming of becoming a pop star...

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Darkness

de George Gordon Noel Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...

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to hell and back

de oana stanescu

Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII

de John Milton

Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...

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alior*

de Andrei Andrei

îmi aprind o țigară pe terasă la perla și așez bricheta lîngă ceașca de cafea, ziua dispare ca o coadă de șarpe – senzația halucinantă** că n-a fost nimic acolo… am chef de o înțelegere fundamentală...

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Darkness

de George Gordon Noel Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book III

de John Milton

Book III Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam\'d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity,...

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