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If the danger that Flora once faced remains very much reegasirii, will Addison share her fate? Folosim cookie-uri pentru ca vrem sa-ti oferim o mai buna experienta de navigare, dar si alte servicii marketing, publicitate.
Aici sa mai amintim de maniera de a distinge cuvintele expresive ortog rail ate cu majuscula. Porti uriasc desfac Nemarginirea, inlantuita pana acum de conditia anotimlul, spre a li redata Mortii.
Drought There’s so much drought in smiles in this world of vanity, that even the green muscles of the memory, were dried on the longing flagstones, on the tombs of cemeteries of hope.
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Deaf voices tremble downed by, the drifts too heavy of the verbs, which can no longer lead, their own actions and meanings, in a sentence, of the death. E un transfer de scmnificatii fabricat de revolta permanent revarsata asupra tipului de societate in care traim.
Becoming immortals A known nothingness exists, no longer being, that huge gap of the tears, rained from the clouds of the Destiny, on the grave stone of Hope, becoming the diamond of the Longing, sitting on the wedding ring of the Remembrance, of your heart, what beats the revasirii of my thoughts, which and meets again, the dust of body of the words, what united us, in the summer desolated by the rust of autumn, thundering with passions and flashing with remorse, we even reached and at happiness, even if it was at the end of the Universe, which we enlighten, with the kisses and hugs of the Moment, whose Eternity we sipped a, becoming immortals.
How much had to is be bored, if all the churches, of the days, must be raised with suffering, disillusions and blood? anotimpull
Pliers of clouds 8. The ambition to build a personal meditation, impossible to achieve at the level of poetic vocabulary, already tired, is compensated by the art of combination of the words, without being able to avoid redundant frequency of some phrases. Ratacirea cea din urma Mergeam spre steaua neintclesului, crezand ca ma va duce, spre ratacirea cea din urma, a parastasului Luminii Divine, salvata din flacarile, iubirii in lata careia am ingenuncheat, masluindu-mi zarurile Destinului, prin promisiuni date Timpului, al carui inieles devenise Moarte.
The Sleep of the World Worries and nightmares seasoned with uncertainties, a perfect recipe for the sleep, of to live in this world of Illusion of Life, between two deaths, the one before birth and the one after life.
The hypocritical faces of cherubim of the love, what seem cold and insensitive statues, they are watching us from behind the paradisiac shields of other worlds, from where shoot us with vulgar promises, so sacred, of the profane in us, of to believe, and to not research, the crystal globe in which God, he guessed us somewhere sometime, the Future.
Not only, ingenious jumps deadly for the logic of identity from one ontological level to another, we admire here, but and tropism, of, a baroque inventiveness of an Eucharist inside out, because in a universe of the life toward death, the one that is broken is the spirit, the word, to reveal a flesh Neither one nor another, because there is nothing in reality. The internecine sun of the policy, is burning with the flame of carelessness, from the cathedrals, of thoughts, kneaded, leavened, baked, what they learned us sometime how to we die, and now to show us the way, toward oasis of the Illusion of life, where we hope to more find the water, which to bring us the fulfillment.
Poetry from, the Free Will, is an extension of his manner of meditation, imbuing it with a suitable dose of kynism within the meaning given to the word by Peter Sloterdijksucceeding, simultaneously the performance, of to remain in the authentic lyricism even when blames “Ravens vulgar, necrophiliacs and necrophagous, of the Dreams”.
Spasmodic smiles, break the churches of the soul, on which history wants him more defeated than the Time, of all the senses of this world, blessed with love and Destiny.
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The card specifies that Jane must identify the six types of love before the full moon following her thirtieth birthday—or face grave consequences. In noi inline, de noi inline 4. Paths, wretch of luck, they hit me, with the lost labyrinths, in the pockets patched, of the Future, who are still begging, on the street of my Destiny, the Life, of the days, of our love, from whose breast, I lost you, forever.
The Breath of Immortality Ce-i drept, nu e, pentru Sorin Cerin, nici o primejdie in acest sens, caci el e, de fapt, un pasional si n-atinge niciodata seninatatea cugetarii si linistea apolinica a gindului; din contra, declama cu pathos, mai degraba dinlauntrul unei traume pe care incearca s-o exorcizeze si s-o sublimeze in radicale decit din interiorul vreunei paci de cuget sau al unei armonii anotipul.
A whole arsenal of the modernity negative – cups of the wilderness, water anootimpul the forgetfulness, slaughterhouses, the feast continuous of suffering, monkey of rotten wood, etc. Ramine numai libertatea liintei de a judeca propria cxistenta, etern ingradita sa poata dcpasi absurdul.
Sarah Jio-Anotimpul Regăsirii
Books seem to be objects of worship – culture – own testament of a ceremonial Traces of memories, they sit alone and sad, in the snow of end of world, what more snowing with expectations.
And I descended into the inferno of feelings, becoming creator. Vom alerga mereu, prin Universul nemuririi, unde vom lumina, intunericul mastilor de granit, ale stelelor celorlalte Clipe, care se inlanpnesc, despartindu-ne calea prin Timp, si ne zambesc in festivalul indifcrentci.
The darkened dawns FIamuri de Lumina Divina Parca ropote de aplauze, asurzesc pamantul facerii, din care suntem plamaditi, atunci cand, copitele stropilor inghetap, din trupurile noastre, ne lovesc orizontul patimilor.
Showcase of Existence How should the verb of creation be called? In ourselves, of ourselves 4. Clipe naufragiate, incearca sa-si gaseasca larmurilc, care se surpa mereu in cautarea fericirii, lasand sa curga sangele ranilor unei lumi, pe care nu ne-am ales-o. What pain would him be drave, to give us finally, even and the laughing, hysterically of ourselves, then when we look at the Original Sin, how it hide in the patterns of our genes?
Viennii de matase multicolora si zglobie, lustruiesc ghearele grangurilor, cu stralucirea larvelor de la microfoanele momentului, ce vor lese costumele minciunii la moda, cu un penaj al verbelor, din ce in ce mai pestril, luminand noptile reci si surde, ale celor multi si napastuip, care si-au pierdut toata recolta din livezi. But how deep and how personal, is the meditation, you can not say than at the end of reading, when you synthesize what namely aspects of ontology and from what perspective, intellectual and emotional, them develop the poet.
Autorul le inglobeaza toate trei intr-o formula personala, aparent desueta estetic, rostind insa cu suflu de poeta vates ultimele cuvinte dinaintea Apocalipsei. A1 Cistelecan in cadrul rubricii Avant la lettresub titlul Intre reflectie si atitucline aparut in revista Familia nr. Aceasta inseamna ca personajul liric ce cuvanta in paginile de fata, mai exact constiirUa lirica, pune o presiune etica asupra real itati i, fortand-o astfel sa-si asume propriile adevaruri uitate.