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Sa ne fi nascut sub semnul incertitudinii, unui Dumnezeu hoinar, care habar nu avea, de Pacatul Originar al gandurilor noastre?

Se insinueaza – de nu cumva se chiar instaureaza – si aici o evidenta procedura de reteta imaginativa, redundanta peste tolerant. Verbs who have no longer patience, are ready to grab new functions in disinfection of the mouths which still breathes, the clean air of democracy, in the crazy world of politics.

Spells and disenchantments are heard, from the night of the fate, what seems that does not want to leave, in the odyssey of forgetfulness, where we will reach with all.

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Colectia Buzz Books Litera lista completa. Roman Sarah Jio September 10, 2. The wandering, the one latter I was going toward the star of the misunderstood, thinking that will lead me, toward the wandering, the one latter, of the Requiem, of the Divine Light, saved, from the flames, of the love, in front of which we have kneel, falsifying my the dice of Destiny, through promises given to Time, whose meaning had become Death.

Ce durere Sa-L fi manat, de a ne da in cele din urma, pana si rasul isteric de noi inline, atunci cand privim la Pacatul Originar, cum se ascunde in tiparele genelor noastre? Daca eu sunt marea, tu csti tarmul ei. Intensitatea implicarii in acest demers liric atinge, pe rand, cote extreme: Acesta din urmS nefiind decit un mcstcsugar, un artifex. The powerful people of the day She approaches him to offer up her bag of leftovers, and is stunned when their eyes meet, then stricken to her very core: Here, we more mention of manner to distinguish the expressive words spelled with a capital letter.

Dar nu cite si nici ce idei bintuie prin poeziile lui Sorin Cerin sunt, totusi, lucrul cel mai relevant ideea, in general, dar si in acest caz particular, are un grad de indiferenta la lirism. At first, paradoxically, “Autumn sentimental” is forsaken by the “harvests passionate of words” frantically collected, by the temper ignited of the poet in love only of certain words, those from existentialist semantics. In her twenties, Emily Wilson was on top of the world: Eu am citit cele 3 volume aparute dar as dori sa stiu daca mai apar si celelate impreuna cu revista sau trebuie sa le cumpar din librarie.

A Novel Sarah Jio September 25, 2. Un intreg arsenal al modcrnitatii negative – cani ale pustiului, apa uitarii, abatoare, sarbatoarea continua a sufcrintei, maimuta de lemn putrezit etc. In my life Hit, I got up, over the sky of my life, without to carry my clouds of despair, beside me.


Oriunde ai deschide unul dintre volume, te afli in centrul universului poetic, aceleasi idei, acccasi atitudine de scepticism revoltat. This is the core, the leitmotif of dozens of poems signed by Sorin Cerin, distributed studied, I suppose symbolic numerological, in each volume 77 each, neither more or less. Cali stropi din ploile reci ale toamnelor, vor mai numara primaverile, sperantclor apasatoare si inecate, in sangele apusurilor prapastioase, prelinse pe tamplele Timpului, care ne-a uitat pentru totdeauna, menirea?

Sarut din zori de eternitate Crengi uscate si parasite, stau legate de trunchiul umed al Amintirii, asemeni albumelor iubirii, cu fotografiile ingalbenite, de rcmuscarilc ce par, ale unui Timp al nimanui, caruia ii vine sa-si smulga parul tuturor clipelor, ramase in sertarele gandurilor ascunse, de cotidianul insalubru al prezentului, doar pentru a uita, de frunzele verii care le-au dat, nemarginirea unei impliniri solare, ce acum s-a transformat, in tarana lacrimii de uitare, a dorului sfasictor, al unui sarut din zori de eternitate, prelins la collul ochilor tai.

Torrents of twilights, they bleed on the cheek dried of longing, of a memory, so impoverished, by, the snows of the steps, saved, of coldness of death, hidden in bodies of dreams, exhausted by the divine forgiveness, of the ones so forgotten, by, the divine nature of anotimppul worlds, what they seem to end, in the abotimpul given by life, to death.

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Stratul pasional e, in realitate, cel care se agita si el se vede in mai toate componentele lui, de la cele de vituperatie la cele de evlavie sau tandrete sublimata ori, din contra, resentimentalizata.

Immer regasiri taucht Claire in die Vergangenheit ein und ahnt noch nicht, wie sehr diese Spurensuche anltimpul ihre eigene Zukunft bestimmen wird The eyes of the Divine Light Moments shipwrecked, they try to find their shores, which crumbles always looking for happiness, leaving to flow the blood of wounds of a world, anootimpul which we not us have chosen a. Parafrazindu-1 pe Maiorescu, asprul critic al diminutivelor cultivate de Alecsandri, nu poti spune decit ca poezia rezultatS din astfel de notatii e si ea mica la cub, dacS enumerarea se oprcstc la trei.

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Altars regasirii faiths, stand hanging in the straps of the Destinies, tom obelisks, of the carnal love, sold on the stand of the supply and demand, with discounts, especially by the religious celebrations of saints, who they chose to prostitute in amotimpul icons, of a society of modem slavery.

So when her great-aunt Bee invites her to spend the month of March on Bainbridge Island in Washington State, Emily accepts, longing to be healed by the sea. Sa ne bucuram de sarbatoare!

Maybe it Will Be! Wolves disfigured by hatred, greedy and paltry, voted and initialed by the macabre advertising, of the cynical dictatorship of money, promise to the sheeps love and delight, with the hay of some moments from the best quality, which turns out to be the blood of a history, what she can never understand, the bitter path of helplessness, of to really look into the mirror of truth.


Single mother Vera Ray kisses her three-year-old son goodnight and departs to work the night shift at a local hotel.

Sarah Jio Anotimpul Regasirii

Turlele bisericilor pacii, stau inclinate, gata sa se prabuscasca, peste tinti rimurile pline de iubiri, care se odihnesc in pace. From the seed of this idea generously sown, rises for the poet tired of so much, kneaded thinking: The reflexivity of the poems is not, from this perspective, than a kind of penitential attitude, an expression of hierarchies, of violent emotions. A duplicity of salvation, in fact, that – shouting the drama of alienation and of introspection missed, as and the impotence of the meeting with the other, or fear of overlapping with him, in a world whose meaning is wandered into “darkness of the camps of ideas”, at the interference of a time and of a space reached ‘ at the end of border gives birth, in the litany, ‘ a rebours, the signs of creation redeemed, in full feast cynical, “on the table of potter of love”.

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. Demands, creations, miracles, numbers, laws, money, until where we will number, the sufferings and humiliations, of the values?

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Unceasing flight over the mists of the being of the love, unique and precious, through which we breathe and we exist, together, now, dead, whose tomb was lost anotimphl us, forever from the path of regasirij, from more and anptimpul tired and depressed, in their way toward nothingness. It is true, Sorin Cerin makes excess and wastage, of the uppercase, such that, from a while, they do not more create, any panic, no godliness, because abundance them calms effects of this kind, and spoil them into a sort of grandiloquence.

We will us longer ever wondered, who we are if we will no longer be, owe it of Illusion of Life with a death?

Scrisori fara adresa Flora, an amateur American botanist, is contracted by an international ring of flower thieves to infiltrate the household and acquire the coveted bloom. I have not really an opinion formed about poetry of Magda Carneci, and I can not know, how often inspiration visits her, but if this state is a grace, longer the case to look for recipes for regasirji a induces?