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Poeti Romani: Mihai Eminescu - The Lake
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Mihai Eminescu - The Lake. Water lilies load all over. The blue lake amid the woods,. That imparts, while in white circles. Startling, to a boat its moods. And along the strands I'm passing. Listening, waiting, in unrest,. That she from the reeds may issue. And fall, gently, on my breast;. That we may jump in the little. Boat, while water's voices whelm. All our feelings; that enchanted. I may drop my oars and helm;. That all charmed we may be floating. While moon's kindly light surrounds. O stare pe zi.
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Poeti Romani: Nichita Stanescu - Season's end
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Nichita Stanescu - Season's end. I was so very aware. That the afternoon was dying in the domes,. And all around me sounds froze,. Turned to winding pillars. I was so very aware. That the undulant drift of scents. Was collapsing into darkness,. And it seemed I had never tasted. I awoke so far away. Wandering behind my face. As though I had hidden my feelings. In the sensless relief of the moon. I was so very aware. I did not recognize you, and perhaps. You come, always,. Every hour, every second,. Fac un...
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Poeti Romani: Mihai Eminescu - One Wish Alone Have I
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Mihai Eminescu - One Wish Alone Have I. One wish alone have I:. In some calm land. Beside the sea to die;. That I forever sleep,. The forest near,. A heaven near,. Stretched over the peaceful deep. No candles shine,. Nor tomb I need, instead. Let them for me a bed. That no one weeps my end,. Nor for me grieves,. But let the autumn lend. Tongues to the leaves,. When brooklet ripples fall. With murmuring sound,. And moon is found. Among the pine-trees tall,. The wind its trembling chime. A wanderer be,.
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De rasul blogosferei: Blog de prostituata cu studii superioare
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It fails to be funny. Enter your email address:. Blog de prostituata cu studii superioare. Etichete: de pe bloguri adunate. Vine un moment chiar si in viata unei curve, cand trebuie sa iti cumperi domeniu, si sa intri in randul bloggerilor mari. Ceea ce ne-a dezamagit a fost lipsa unui portofoliu care sa ateste aptitudinile si experienta in domeniu. O gasiti pe duduie la. Miercuri, ianuarie 14, 2009 . Duminică, ianuarie 18, 2009 . Ei, curvet si-o facut blog de ceva vreme, nu e tocmai recent. Abonați-vă...
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silviu dancu: no name
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Vineri, iunie 29, 2007. Dogoarea îmi arde faţa cu galben-roşiatic, în timp ce retina suferă de la albul sec şi plastifiat al neonului. 8222; Ia-mi şi mie o şaorma! 8222;Albatros”, iată un cuvânt cu origini arabe! 8221; îi răspunde aceasta la întrebarea anonimă. „Dar prieten ai? 8221; intervine grosier unul dintre cei indivizi, postaţi în spatele meu. Ia te uită, joacă la două capete! În jurul celor două bucle de aur plastifiat, aerul arde, limpede şi proaspăt. Big Mac sau Şaorma? Kerouak, Burroughs, Gins...
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Poeti Romani: Nichita Stanescu - Winter song
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Nichita Stanescu - Winter song. You are so beautiful in winter! The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,. And the trees stopped running from the winter wind . Only the distant, icy smell. How transparent your hands are in winter! And no one passes -. Only the white suns revolve in quiet worship. And the thought spreads in circles. Etichete: * * english translation Nichita Stanescu. Http:/ www.my-foreclosures.info. 24 decembrie 2008, 08:12. Abonați-vă la: Postare comentarii (Atom). O stare pe zi.
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Poeti Romani: Nichita Stanescu - Burned forest
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Nichita Stanescu - Burned forest. Black snow was falling. The tree line. Shone when I turned to see -. I had wondered long and silent,. Alone, trailing memory behind me. And it seemed the stars, fixed as they were,. Ground their teeth, a stiffened nexus,. An infernal machine, tolling. The halted hours of conciousness. Then, a thick silence descends,. And my every gesture. Leaves a comet tail in the heavens. And I hear evey glance I cast. As it echoes against. Child, what were you seeking there,. No part ...
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Marius Pârlogea: Ce-a zis ăla ?
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Decembrie 19, 2006. Băi, am venit la voi să vă învăţ să iubiţi! Să nu uitaţi asta! Vedeţi că nu stau mult pe aici şi o să mai vin hăt….cine ştie…. Aşa că să nu uitaţi de mine şi de ce v-am spus! Face-ţi-vă un semn de aducere aminte; Bate-ţi-mă-n cuie! Aşa, ca o piedică-n calea uitării…. E foarte important să fii sincer! O să ai totul! Într-un club, de exemplu, eu nu văd decât DOUĂ tipuri de oameni:. 160; 1- perechi ce vin împreună să se distreze. Am minţit cu ceva? 8211; L-ai fi crezut? Dacă nu, o să ...
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Poeti Romani: Mihai Eminescu - Eve On The Hill
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Mihai Eminescu - Eve On The Hill. Dreary the horn sounds in the eve on the hill,. Sheepflocks return, stars on their way twinkle still,. Watersprings weep murmuring clear, and I see. Under a tree, love, thou art waiting for me. Holy and pure passes the moon on the sky,. Moist seem the stars born from the vault clear and high,. Longing thine eyes look from afar to divine,. Heaving thy breast, pensive thy head doth recline. Tired with their toil, peasants come back from the field,. O stare pe zi. No part o...
