Glance At The Wonderland

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I wish I knew tomorrow, its color, door, smell, language, breath, embrace, warmth, style, makeup, mathematics, stories. I wish I could hold it on my arms boogie on all the way down the train downtown, make my best accessory du jour but I don’t know tomorrow. I know, however, it is always promising, full of accolades and blessings, dance and music, books and pens. It is never perfect but perfect enough for I to call it mine, drive through with my rooftop up, shootout to whoever at the bus stop that I have spoken to the Man Up Upstairs and He told me to tighten the seatbelt, buckle up, sit still and breathe. I got this, He said and I replied, ok, my seat is up, decorated and ready to mingle with tomorrow.

©️ Angela Aguiar

Darling Eva

Please continue to have the wisdom, knowledge, smarts, intelligence, bravery, courage, strength, beauty, joy, warmth, brilliancy, stamina, love to be the best mother, sister, daughter, niece, grandmother, wife, aunt, great grandmother, individual, professional, we can possibly be.

The amazon of tomorrow, the beacon of triumph. The chief in charge. Outstanding being. Leader. Teacher. Lover. Friend.

Proud
Unapologetic.

You stand motionless, embrace your motions to your core but strong to your demise.
You fight the good fight, put a stamp on your weaknesses and move on to the next station.

You are a spiritual gift, judge of your truth.

God made you who you are. He enbolded you to be you. You are you. You are great. You are not daisy but a flower in a sea of gardens.

You embody your greatness as you strive to be the best. You imagine the road ahead, one by one lined up like foot soldier. You march on one cliff, hurdle at time as it is submitted to you. You do not look back and as tired as you may be, saying No is not your MO but an welcomed sign otherwise and the one displayed on your face, is just a feeble of your imagine. Take a picture folks, it make look different tomorrow.

You cultivate yourself, the machinery that is you, a darling dear you who don’t care to wear that pant, suit, dress, skirt and blouse on the display window because it is a killer. You don’t. But care to wear it because it suits us. You are just awesome Eva!

©️Angela Aguiar

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