Florence, Italy
Date: Friday, 27 March 2001 12:12pm ET
To: Joy.Karen
From: Roark.Allana
Subject: story
there was a girl named mandy
who was tempted by a man with candy
with might and main they tried it on the beach, but it was too sandy
on her way home she found a flashlight, she thought how handy
now, she spends all her time singing “you don’t light up my life andy”
©️ Angela Aguiar
Be that kind of woman
when you put your feet on the ground,
the devil will say, oh crap!
©️ Angela Aguiar
Life. It is love. It is celebration. It is the sound
of the drum echoing in the evening.
The decadent flow of a dancer hopping to the beat of her own story
the stitches to her soul.
Color is fruits, vegetables in your countertop,
the fish, the meat in your plate, the cocktail at the bar.
Color is liquified, blend. It sparkles.
It is juicy.
It is the trampoline, the tambourine on the hotel balcony
the blood in your vein
the color of your hair, your eyes,
the sugar in your pie.
Color is your heart, your emotions, your feeling
threatened by the colorless water,
tasteless transparent!
©️ Angela Aguiar
ludlum drive 
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