ousia-poetica:YouYou are tendernessand also honesty.You are sky,soil and sea.You are fireand also...
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ousia-poetica: I love it when you walk without looking back, not caring about the beginning or the e
ousia-poetica:I wanted love and tenderness from you, warm phrases, hugs, waves and dreams. For you t
ousia-poetica: Ya las paredes…Dirán mudas sin palabras… sonidos de verdades;miradas delatoras !! y t
ousia-poetica: I have a reaction, from my mixed feelings, inside my heart when I have you by my side
ousia-poetica: She took a deep breath for the umpteenth time as she looked at her anxious reflection
ousia-poetica: Snow lends itself to be seen in different ways and one of them is in the reverie of “
ousia-poetica: What is life? But a time that passes, that walks, runs, jogs, stops, moves forward an
ousia-poetica:It is the distance that makes you realise how much you care about someone and how hard
ousia-poetica: Stumbling through life is very helpful, for clarity. Just to see who will push from b
ousia-poetica: I tend to hypochondria, I am depressed by the news that shakes the world; I suffer to
ousia-poetica:Many times I have loved and forgotten, though I never thought of being the forgotten o
ousia-poetica: Surely there will be someone in the world, together with whom you will forget those w
ousia-poetica: Do not confuse good taste with luxury, the first is the son of elegance, the second o
ousia-poetica:Time was born out of nothing, with it, the universe and every time I think about it, I
ousia-poetica:Many times I have loved and forgotten, though I never thought of being the forgotten o
ousia-poetica:HECHICERACirce en su palacioadornando sus jardinescon donosos telares.Aruspicinaembadu
ousia-poetica:Many times I have loved and forgotten, though I never thought of being the forgotten o
ousia-poetica: There have been many times when I plunge into solitude looking in abandoned bottles f
albionknight: ousia-poetica: Sometimes I have everything, sometimes I have nothing, life is a riddle
ousia-poetica: When the memory returns, there is no blood pump to support it, separated by a fine li
ousia-poetica:Unlike all beings in nature, human beings are both good and evil at the same time, for
ousia-poetica: We are part of nature, we do not know her, although she knows us perfectly and for ea
ousia-poetica:Many times I have loved and forgotten, though I never thought of being the forgotten o
ousia-poetica: You can never meet the expectations of others, try to meet yours to live in peace wit
ousia-poetica: Surely there will be someone in the world, together with whom you will forget those w
ousia-poetica:Surely there will be someone in the world, together with whom you will forget those wh
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