A Whole Lotta Corona

89235899_2850245268331476_6120818091791220736_oIt is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

It is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

The last time that many animals came by, they looked scared, confused. They were running around with their tails curled up their derrieres like a frozen papaya from the bird flu. Yeah, word on the street, it was a make believe. Sure, I am yet to see an animal fearful of a bird but it is Corona; yup, C-o-r-o-n-a, animal she isn’t but surely is acting like one motherland beast. And as the story goes, a girl can no longer enjoy her favorite beer without envisioning a germ creeping crawling right up to her spine. Yah, I can imagine. A movie it isn’t; bam, reality it is.

Wash your hands they say. I do. No lies, just flies. No traffic jam, no truck trailer or yellow bus. Just I, at home chillin. The sun is out. The sky is blue. The streets a ghost town. The mood is good, so far. The breeze is flowing. And I, one cucumber over the moon, green as my unpeeled banana on a extended vacation. Life is for the living and the grass is always greener tomorrow. Trim it. Walk with kindness. Wave all your fingers high, say hi. Be good to your fellow earth dwellers. Smile. Cheers!

©️ Angela Aguiar

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