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
I hope you have 365, well 364 days of happiness, 52 weeks of good health and prosperity, 12 months of tender, love, care and success, 8760 hours of peace and harmony, 525,600 minutes of divine blessing…
There, the recipe for the new year, the magic pill crowded of victories and equal time of headaches. And while you are there, don’t forget to laugh. It does a body good. Stay tuned!
God gives, man dreams, the work is born and …
Smile, tomorrow will be different
ludlum drive 
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