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    Caligrafie lirică
    Caligrafie lirică
    Caligrafie lirică
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    Caligrafie lirică

    By Gavriil Stiharul

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    Haikuul este un gen de poezie cu formă fixă, specific literaturii nipone, alcătuit din 17 silabe, conţinând 3 versuri având formula 5, 7, 5 silabe."Caligrafie lirică" este un grupaj original de astfel de micropoeme.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGavriil Stiharul
    Release dateJul 23, 2015
    ISBN9781310439407
    Caligrafie lirică
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    Gavriil Stiharul

    Gavriil Stiharul is pen name of Gabriel Iordan-Dorobanţu (Romanian pronunciation: [dɔʁobantsu]), born November 28, 1958 in Giurgiu, Romania – is a Romanian poet. He is an Eastern Orthodox Christian.He earned B.Litt in 2000 from the University of Craiova. Gavriil Stiharul is the founding editor of "Ziua de Giurgiu" (The Day of Giurgiu), a local magazine dedicated to news, poetry, prose, and short stories. Anthologies;"Nu uita că eşti român! Cântece şi poezii patriotice (Do Not Forget That You Are Romanian! Patriotic Songs and Poems)", Editura Agaton, Bucureşti, 2013.

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