At night I write
at night I pray
at night I bawl
unafraid
without care
unadulterated
or pretenses.
At night I let go
of the words
of my will, there is.
At night they are out
calling
wandering
gossiping
only to the moon.
At dusk they chat
exhilarated
to the moon I say
I exist
at night, I rest.
© Angela Aguiar
Wisdom
Self-esteem and confidence
An assistant, a butler and chef
Happiness from within
Faith
Control over her destiny
A place to call her own
Anything she wants
Grace
A separate bank account
A cup of coffee, margarita and a book
Her independence
Courage
Enough shoes to fill a tank
A robot to help her put on her make up
A stylist
Her own room
A friend
A sense of humor
A manual with pictures and twenty four hour technical support
An understanding
Love
Enough lingerie to fit a walk-in closet
Her own remote control
A personal trainer on speed dial
As many hair extensions as she wants
An animated e-book
Some understanding that skinny jeans is not for everyone
Lipsticks in a cup
A sense of humor
A bottle of whiskey and mouth full of union
Patience
A husband, a boyfriend and a chewing gum
A back-up plan
Her cake and eat too
An exit plan
Her own identity card
A life.
Happy International Women’s Day!
© Angela Aguiar
A monk on the streets of Phnom Penh, Cambodia
My feet are the sand that the sea caresses
I long for the the sea and its assentuated curves
On the beach I place,
In the sand I lay, the naked caressed feet
Tucking away rivers that live in me.
© Angela Aguiar
ludlum drive 
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