Pretending

I want to find a name who will give me a hand, carve my eyes, contour my head, dress my stomach, feel my heart and dance me a mean tango.

I want to wink at a robot who will pump harder then the midnight train, zigzag faster then a gazelle, flash the colors of the rainbow and mimic the hurricane rain.

I want to smile at a body who will read me stories, corner me at the photo stand, whisper me a melody and buy me one mean gelatto.

I found him yesterday on the artist table. Curly hair, luscious teeth, colourful feathers, standing slim and tall, dressed like a roaster in aluminum foil, a comic book character of sorts laying under a pencil of an illustrative page.

©️Angela Aguiar

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A Joint and a Trip

I have been telling God that I wanted to be in a hotel room all by myself on the beach, close my eyes to the wind, lay flat on the bed like a piece of gum, without a care in the world, just laying there, like Mr potatohead, watching the rainbow go by, shooting at flies pissed at the rain.

I have, for ages, I promise but it seemed to die on thin air on the transatlantic railroad.

I asked and I asked the bellman, the concierge, the fruitloop dressed like a bodyguard at the corner store to give me a sign. I begged my soul keeper to decree a heaven’s gate, a place to drip the scrambled eggs on any given omelette as I fought the alligators on the prowl. I did but no answer.

Instead, I woke from the dream, feeling more like a contessa then a princess, in a hotel somewhere in the middle of the ocean, laying flat on a palm tree, legs dangling like a yoyo, on a full belly, my heart racing like a leopard, margarita on hand, vegetable cigarette on the other, drunken stupor from a lemon juice overdose. I don’t know who was driving this joint but it surely felt like a trip to me.

©️Angela Aguiar

The Art Atop The Mountain

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I mean, if there is one thing I did not expect to find tucked a top of the Alpes in France, is a Buddhist center, Shedrub Choekhor Ling Monastere & Centre Bouddhistes Tibetains Mont Saleve but there it was, quietly and yet, magnetically providing us with one of the most amazing views of Geneva. You hardly see a soul, aka the residents, besides the regular tourists strolling by on their way to the peek, and stopping for a casual beverage and a culinary menu to die for and the employees but what caught my eyes the most, besides the calmness irradiating thorough, is the art surrounding the building; modern and yet effective. It is Art!