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Witted Shadow

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Every new month is like adding a page to the book that is our lives, each with its stories and blessings, new music to our ears, new sound in the accordion, the poem on the corner.

It is March, the third month of the year or as we say on the streets, the second full blown month of laughter, smile, fun and jamboree. The sun is out, the spring peeks in, the leaves are saying hello and the birds sideways quietly singing the melody.

It is time to celebrate woman, us, grandmothers, mothers, sisters, aunts, daughter, girlfriends, us; the best friend, the sharp-witted shadow, your mirror in the powder room, the incessant lover, the proud your secret carrier card member, the tough cookie in the carousel, the cryer in the closet, the eternal artist, the rock star listener, the truth teller, the soldier in the room, the amen companion. It is March, it is us, women, it is March. 

The Angst of the Sounds

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As the clouds begin to stream
The night gently moves in, unabashful
With its many ghosts and fears
And its many stories to tell
It pours in, looking for a place to park
And a soul to save.
But allow me to tell you one more
To help you fall asleep:
In the quiet hours of the night
The wind blowing unadulteratly
An angel appears
Tucking you to bed
Sniffing the cravings of the night
Silently watching over you.
So, my dear my bell, say hello to the angst of the sounds
The perils of the darkness
Sleep tight, the angel says
And happy dreams!

© Angela Aguiar

Happy New Year 2016

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Woke up on the first of January counting my blessings, grateful, thanking the Almighty for one more day, month, hour, minute, seconds and yes, year.

2015 had its rough patches, too many to name, negatives and positives, high and low, met new people, made new friends, challenges of earthquake and tornado proportions but came to the realization that I could not control it, I had no part in it, it was all besides me that it was all His Will and not mine.  Once I came to that realization that I was just riding a long, a passenger on an over the top fancy bus, I surrounded and learned to let go of my will and let be driven. 

The conductor is clever.

I am here, I am alive, I am breathing, I exist and yes, I am cute. Sorry, could not help it. It is part of my DNA to be funny and sarcastic. 

I have my family, friends and angels who I am eternally grateful for, as I keep them tucked in a special corner of my heart. It is what it is and anything else is academic, a bowl of potato soup and sorry to say, just a space on my many sentences.

I foresee 2016 in a different prism, a breakthrough year, at least I am striving for it, hopeful, exciting,  with its inherited challenges. I hope to see you riding along with me through the many hills and vales, roads and highways, curves and waves as I trot the breathing room, tacitly turning the pages of an old book. A new chapter will be written with a mile long subjects and new protagonists in the midst.

To all, an Happy New Year. Wishing you much love, success and prosperity in the roller coaster of 366 days ahead. Stay true to yourself. Yes, it is a leap year, so you will have one more day to content with, be merry.  May God Bless you.

Yes, I am back!