Biker jacket, check. Helmet, check. Scarf, check. Boots, check. Gloves check.
Running around Interstate 95 with no particular place to go… Who needs to know? Freedom!
spiritual
Butterfly Of Tomorrow
We are made to dream, to think and like a paper kite, to fly!
We are made to dance, swing and play ball, sing a new song
and smell the bread in the oven.
We are made to be children of the world, butterfly of tomorrow,
zigzagging the elements
running through the forest
gazing at the horizon and breathe the tailored air.
We are made to dream and here we are, dreaming!
© Angela Aguiar
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Empty Space
Rincon de Soto – Rioja, Spain
How can I fill that empty space
That seems a hollow pit.
When something there is missing
And nothing seems to fit.
How do you fill the emptiness
And sat the void.
The little things you used to love,
No longer seen enjoyed.
How can you satisfy the inner hunger;
When all in life has left you starved
But no where’s found the answer.
Outside yourself, you start to look
But still there, standing!
© Angela Aguiar
ludlum drive 
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