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| Maat |
 Posted: 12/09/2006 15:46 Post subject: Literatura |
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Facultate
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Poezii, versuri, povestioare, tot ce tine de literatura si cuvinte.
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Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine |
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| Posted: 12/09/2006 15:48 Post subject: |
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Aveam o poezie / parodie facuta acu vreo 2-3 ani da nu mai stiu pe unde e  
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| Posted: 13/09/2006 11:14 Post subject: |
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un fel de proza in engleza...am facut-o aseara dupa niste paharute de vinisor :D
Alone, you stay here lurking in the darkness. Your body is cold and your eyes grow bigger as you try to see or find any kind of light. This darkness is strating to drive you insane. You don't even kno for how long have you been here... or why are you here. All you want to do is to find an exit to escape from this endless nightmare that eats you alive. You walk some metres and suddenly you stop. You lay down and take a fetus position in the corner. You are so scared, so afraid, like a little bunny. You feel watched and it isn't an illusion. You are so cute with this scared face, as I said before, cute like a little rabbit chased by an eagle that wants to kill you and then, to eat you. The drops of sweat are gently embracing your bunny. Tears cross your face and one of them drops down on your cute little bunny hand... Bunny hand? You close your eyes and pray you are not a white fluffy animal... You see it but you can't believe it... All your life yo were a scared person, a coward... Now you are a true coward animal... a bunny, an animal afraid of it's own shadow... Suddenly you tremble. Even the smallest drop of tear broughts you an extraordinary fear. You don't even care that you are a white bunny anymore. All you care about is your life. You do not want to be killed... You are afraid of the darkness because... darkness IS death... There is nothing else here... Only the darkness, with it's beautiful smell, with it's gentle touch, with it's seducÄtor voice... and only you...
Who will win? You poor little bunny, so scared... You can not win... You are just a toy...
... and I am just "your" darkness...
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Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine |
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| Posted: 08/10/2006 13:44 Post subject: |
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poem made by Malice Bathory aka Maat aka me :D
Moartea rasuna in pustiul meu
Spinii durerii imi strapung trupul,
Suferinta dulce imi canta mereu
Dar nu-mi arata drumul.
Ma atinge usor, pe mana
Intunericul ma imbratiseaza
Sufletul mi-l oboseste
Dar rana ramane treaza
Ma atinge usor, pe trup
Negura timpului ma inconjoara
Ii simt corpul si i-l rup
Il vad gol intaia oara
Suferinta rasuna in trupul meu
Drumul durerii imi strapunge pustiul
Moartea dulce imi canta mereu
Dar nu-mi arata spinii....
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Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine |
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