Heaven, is like lounging on a soft towel, listening to the waves as it empties on the beach, inundated by a sea of rock starts like surfers, immersing yourself on the art brazing the wall and letting go, losing your spirit in the breeze that was one cold Sunday afternoon. And just how the script read.
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August as It Was
In a nutshell. Mood. Hump Day. Shenanigans. Not at the top of the mountain but not at the bottom either. Hanging on as always with a smile as life is for the living and no one can’t take that away from you. August as it was, thank you. A blessed and beautiful September dear ones. Make it worthy, the month of your breakthroughs. Faith is all we got; keep it alive. Much love!
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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
ludlum drive 
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