Photo by Joao Melo Serrano
Imagine a road trip called, life. A highway called dream. A loved one called, family and a friend called, God. Then turn around to the corner called, Hope and when you get to the bus stop called Success, thank the driver who took you there, Jesus; and when you get to the house called Prosperity, don’t be startled by the guests, introduce yourself to: I marched. I fought and I won. They will be delighted to meet you!
Photo by Joao Melo Sereno
Life is a corridor of semicolons and zigzags
A passageway in the wood
One endless classroom streaming rays of the sun
A line of joyful and dejected storylines
An unscripted tomorrow nauseatingly brighter if you give it a try!
Angela Aguiar
Assisi, Italy
The tenants wearing atypical uniform were suspicious, fixated on their core of allegiances while diligently sifting through with uncluttered eyes. The perfect warrior sheltered its territory like a vulture but in the middle of the afternoon, night quickly gave way to day. Dark skies mystically, opened delivering a gaudy tale that the moviegoer on its way to the hottest movie in town, backtracked and grinned at the elevator door.
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