Pour Le Voyage

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Past is yesterday. It cannot be recreated or reenacted nor ever brought back. If it were possible, many would be nurturing present, begging it to hurry back, stay in and make bed. Turn the page in your book. Stay in the now!

©️ Angela Aguiar



That Cross


I turned around and saw the helicopter hovering around, dropping leaflets. I swear it was a bird, Lord knows why. I saw it coming and asked God to tell me what was it coming for. I got a message saying that it was coming to pay its respect and be my muse, my imminent companion. I looked up the word in the dictionary and it translated to pick your cross and follow me. I thought to myself which cross if mine has been hanging on the wall and all its glory in display, shamelessly looking straight at me but nope; that cross HE pointed out to me. The one you can’t see but seem to think you have the answers and don’t. The carpet that has been rolled out especially for you. Your headaches. The pillow in your bed. The ground you walk on. The water you drink. The company you keep. It was then I realized what He was inferring to, the one I have been carrying on my shoulder when I wake up and has been my handkerchief, my cane, my walker, yeah that one! 

©️ Angela Aguiar

Dream Then!

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We are made to dream, to think like paper kites, to fly.
We are made to dance, swim and play ball, to sing a new song.
We are made to be children of the world, butterfly of tomorrow to run through the mirror and the forest, unannounced,
gaze at the horizons, a clip of our imagination.
We are made to dream.
A dream, any dream, that dream in the corner of the tree, in the swing set on a backyard, in the playground of the paper mill.
A dream is inexpensive. It is colorless. It has no boundaries or covers
but it speaks,
it leaves marks and unaccounted stains
endless driveways.
It is gratis.
Dream then!

©️ Angela Aguiar