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DIANA VLASE: A night to Forget
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 15 februarie 2012. A night to Forget. She kissed John and then said goodbye. He waited in the doorway for her figure to lose its colour in the velvet darkness of the night. Then she disappeared. She smiled because it wasn’t like her to feel unsettled, not in there, amongst them, the comrades of her childhood games. But tonight was different and what she really needed was to hear the echo of her steps in the stillness. 8220;You’re pathetic! He knew some o...
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DIANA VLASE: ianuarie 2012
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Joi, 5 ianuarie 2012. Hercules and the Serpent. Wasn’t his real name. His name was Peter. The nickname came from childhood. Not many people knew that The Serpent could not walk until the age of five. He had crawled instead. His uncle James used to make fun of him. ‘This child of yours, Dorothy, is ugly like a devil. And he crawls like one too. You know what? Why don’t we call him The Serpent? 8216;Why don’t you go to hell, James? The Serpent and Hercules. The idea...
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DIANA VLASE: septembrie 2011
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Duminică, 18 septembrie 2011. The Bird and The Tree. One day a bird-girl fell in love with an old tree and it's dark, deep, protective shade. She sang anthems for it every morning and rested on it's strong branches at noon, played in-between it's leaves at sunset and hid from the dangerous storms at night. Isn't it the perfect union, the bird and it's tree. Or is it the tree and it's bird? Marți, 6 septembrie 2011. Mister Twittelgaz and Other Friends. I mean, we a...
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DIANA VLASE: For You
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Sâmbătă, 31 decembrie 2011. I listen to your words when you’re asleep. You speak to me from within. You resemble my universe. I love you when you’re gone. You’re pacing slowly through the bright hallway of my dreams. Dreams that used to be,. Dreams that are,. Dreams that will be. The world needs to hear that you dream of me. Maybe you’re dreaming of Heaven. I don’t want to know. I have to stop listening to you. I’m never going to speak to you again,. Sam Morris - ...
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DIANA VLASE: The Brain
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 15 februarie 2012. So they named it The Brain. It was easier to refer to, in this way. Journalists made appointments to see the scientists, to interview them about this new thing that they were referring to. 8216;So, how was the world created? 8216;It was The Brain who did it.’. 8216;Right. Who or what is The Brain? 8216;Young man, The Brain is – for you to understand more easily – God as we know it.’. 8216;So, there is a God? 8216;Hm.’. So he put on his...
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DIANA VLASE: martie 2011
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 30 martie 2011. He will have a nice juicy steak for dinner. Black. Black coffee. I don’t understand why he always has coffee with his dinner. He sleeps like a pig anyway. Black. Black pepper. He hates it. I don’t care. I always use black pepper in his dinner. Only in his. It’s fun. Black. White powder. For him and his short life. I can hear his car. He is home. My love is home, I’m so happy! You don’t. Why not? You had a fucking hard day? Ca e tot cu d.
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DIANA VLASE: iulie 2011
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Joi, 21 iulie 2011. Madame Bovary is one of the most important French novels of the 19Th century. It is vastly regarded as Flaubert's most important work, and is also considered socially relevant because it inadvertently served to inspire, if not signal the dawn of feminism. Flaubert's adulterous heroine, the author's alter-ego of sorts, was happy in her transgressions, her actions seemingly justified by her dull and lifeless marriage. She is a horrible woman, wit...
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DIANA VLASE: februarie 2012
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 22 februarie 2012. 8216;We need to do this.’ said the High Priest. ‘The children need us to do it.’. 8216;But.’. The High Priest cut him short. ‘No, Dmitry, don’t let fear win. We are angels, we are sent by God to do justice. And nothing is going to stop us. Not even one of us.’. There was a slight tension between the five priests, as they acknowledged that there would be no other way, no going back. 8216;Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.’. It was l...
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DIANA VLASE: Unfaithful
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 22 februarie 2012. 8216;We need to do this.’ said the High Priest. ‘The children need us to do it.’. 8216;But.’. The High Priest cut him short. ‘No, Dmitry, don’t let fear win. We are angels, we are sent by God to do justice. And nothing is going to stop us. Not even one of us.’. There was a slight tension between the five priests, as they acknowledged that there would be no other way, no going back. 8216;Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.’. It was l...
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DIANA VLASE: mai 2011
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Omul va fi atunci dat pe mana oamenilor. Miercuri, 4 mai 2011. Elogiu pentru cand n-o sa mai fiu mica. Am pierdut mult. Atat de mult incat simt ca nu mai am nimic. As fi putut sa am amintiri. Insa n-am. Zilele trecute incercam sa-mi amintesc ce garderoba aveam in primul an de facultate. Mi-e greu sa cred ca am aveam numai o pereche de pantaloni (cam excentrici), o bluza alba de matase si o batista mov, legata cu ate la spate, cu care imi acopeream nurii tineresti. Si cu ce rost? Mi-e frica, mama! Cum pre...
