Ousia-poetica

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ousia-poetica:It is important in life to learn to accept the things you cannot change…

ousia-poetica:My silence is a hymn to freedom that I spread among the particles of a polluted air.

ousia-poetica:I wanted love and tenderness from you, warm phrases, hugs, waves and dreams. For you t

ousia-poetica: There is something I still can’t figure out about women, so I surrender to sensuality

ousia-poetica:Don’t tell anyone how you feel, no one will feel it the way you do.

ousia-poetica: Ya las paredes…Dirán mudas sin palabras… sonidos de verdades;miradas delatoras !! y t

ousia-poetica: I wish I could understand you, know what’s going through your mind, when suddenly, wh

ousia-poetica:Many times I have loved and forgotten, though I never thought of being the forgotten o

ousia-poetica: I have a reaction, from my mixed feelings, inside my heart when I have you by my side

ousia-poetica:You wake up in the morning and think: I’ll be fine! I will smile at everyone, ra

ousia-poetica:A mistress, is a toilet where a man goes to relieve himself.

ousia-poetica:“I am aware of what I write, not what your mind interprets.”

ousia-poetica: No one has the power to control your thinking without your consent.

ousia-poetica: I have a huge list of mistakes I have made, which I am willing to forgive and heal.

ousia-poetica:She took a deep breath for the umpteenth time as she looked at her anxious reflection

ousia-poetica:My silence is a hymn to freedom that I spread among the particles of a polluted air.

ousia-poetica: Learn to find your happiness and don’t take it away from others.

ousia-poetica:There is no price for those who love us as we are.

ousia-poetica: Memories are playing a game in the land of oblivion.

ousia-poetica: When you feel that your head is about to explode, go for a walk, connect with nature,

ousia-poetica: The feelings that bind us to other people do not depend on geography or distance.

ousia-poetica: But it’s true, when we are in love, your mood is completely dependent on one pe

ousia-poetica: That corner of silence in the roar of haste draws open paths of longed for loneliness

ousia-poetica: And the ocean will seem like a puddle, If there’s a man on the other shore who&

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