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Vintage Wheels

Having heard of this event several times before, I was very excited to go, and let me tell you I was not disappointed.

It  was a grand reunion of vintage cars, Buicks, GMSs Dodges, Mustangs’, VMWs, all from the 60′ and 70′.  The oldest I saw was a ’63!!! Let me show you some pictures.

 

The interesting and probably best part is that most of these cars are still in use and the owners just come and park them here for the exhibition. And to tell you the truth, I was not aware that there was so much people with vintage car passion in Guatemala.

This time it was held in the Mars field (campo de Marte) but I have also heard that it is made in San Cristobal and Antigua.


 

These cars are a demonstration that a machine can be so much more than a tool and in this case, more than a simple mean of transportation. It is taking an automobiles to the next level, art!

Having this in mind, I give you the following Limmerick

 

Passion Wheels

by Adriana

 

Although I am inside, a machine that sets me free

wheels and engine that become an extension of me,

It’s my passion

and also fashion.

After you see this beauty, won’t you agree?

 

To finish up my blog post, I would like to share with you my favourite car in the exhibition. I like it not only because the model is remarkable and it makes me think it is a toy car, but also because of the delicate details on the front.

 

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Poem – Synced Skin

It’s a beautiful piece of art, but I can’t keep on wondering if this is how we look from the artist eyes? All forced to be the same? All kept in order as the artist commands?


A Poem in the shape of AB,

I give you,

Synced Skin

By Adriana

Looking at these cute soldiers tag I stop and think

If carefully made, how come they all have pale skin

If effort and time spent, why square-shape and synced

Equally sized, but unable to lower or rise their chin

Is this supposed to be? Unable to decide even to blink?

But who is to care? They are merely art and committed no sin,

Or are they us? with brains moulded and lives written in ink?


Thank you for reading!

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!!

Chrysanthemums in the Sky

Aren’t fireworks wonderful? but the real beauty of them is the share them with special people, and why not share them with that special someone.


a poem in the shape ABAB, I give you:

Chrysanthemums in the Sky

by Adriana

 

Eyes wide open as a curious child

wishing to stay open after each spark.

The shapes in the sky have my heart beguiled

like luminous chrysanthemums in the dark.

 

Of these sparkling flowers I have seen a hundred,

or perhaps millions, and they are always fantastic.

This time, something was different and I wondered

“Are the lights the ones making me so enthusiastic?”

 

Then I felt your sight not to the illuminated sky but on me,

and I knew that my happiness was because of you that night.

Quietly, we stared at each other, feeling in love as one can be,

but we could not stop on blinking after each of the fireworks light.

 


 

Thank you for reading!

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!! 

 

Typhoons – The Frenzy of Wind and Rain

July 30th to July 31st

One of the reasons SunShower was born, is because I get instant urge for writing while hearing the rain drops fall. While the rain showers outside, the inspiring sun shines in.

Rain is beautiful, but it does not usually stops me from my daily routines, however typhoons are another thing. The best thing to do is to stay safe inside and not try to risk it. Although typhoons can be very dangerous, they are part of the life experience in Taiwan and cannot be separated from the adventure here.

Tonight is typhoon night. (July 30 and 31st, 2017)

a Typhoon is…

It is a meteorological depression. A storm, but just not any storm, a violent one. There will be a lot of water and strong winds. Not just any water and wind,  rain is more like water-whips, and wind is like giant of destruction.

It will rain for a span between 6 to 20 hours, depending on the size of the typhoon. But what gets really bad is the wind. Sometimes it gets so strong that the rain falls more like horizontally than vertically. I have seen it slide scooters along the street, take down advertisements posts and even rip off entire trees, taking them from theirs very roots! Yes! It gets pretty bad.

If you are wondering if typhoons, cyclones and hurricanes are the same, then let me tell you that YES! They are basically the same, the difference is just the area of the world they occur. They can all be very devastating.

Typhoons are to be respected, they flood cities, destroy towns and sometimes even take human lives with them. If one of the great typhoons come knocking your door while you are here, remember, you can never be too safe. Be prepare!

My recommendation is to get food and water, and more importantly try not to go out. I have never experience a blackout in Taiwan, but I know they happen, so you might want to prepare a flashlight and something none-electronic to be entertained with.

 

But…

Typhoons aren’t that bad. If you keep safe and are well prepared, you will get to be at home with a justified reason. This is why many locals actually like typhoons and sometimes receive it gladly. The national government is likely to cancel classes and work. You can check for this here: Central Wether Bureau

 

go to “Typhoon News” and then check if work and class have been cancelled.

 

Over all, the chances you live through an extreme typhoon are very slim.  They are mostly common, during August and September and although there are many, the ones that get to Taiwan are about 3-4 in a year and not every time they will affect the city where you live.

For the 8 years that I have lived in Taiwan, I have always been safe from Typhoons. It is just a matter of staying safe and once you have this much free time, try to catch up with you blog. My friend, Grexxen, wrote things to do during a typhoon last year and you might want to check out his post.

 

The Frenzy of Wind and Rain

Although Typhoons are really strong, I prefer to see them as a passionate moment of two lovers. Wind and Rain, desperately love each other, but because their love is so destructive, they are destined to live separately most of the year and in most places of the world. Sometimes they flirt with each other, maybe you have felt the wind’s warm touch on your face, when it drizzle in the afternoon. But then, summer comes, and low pressures in the atmosphere allows them to be together, if  just for a few hours.

I give you…

The Frenzy of Wind and Rain 

By Adriana

 

Last year, devastating was the goodbye

as they kissed each other for the last time,

now, more than 10 months have gone by.

 

A love so strong full of passion and desire

silently waiting to be admired,

nothing can put down their lust on fire

 

During the time apart to the mountain she talks,

sometime promising to wipe clear his slopes

but he knows she cannot handle his heart full of rocks.

 

He, on his side, converses with the beauty river

sometimes promising to make of her a wider mirror

but she knows, a flow to wide will make humans shiver.

 

Strong, striking souls with  power of size abysmal

yet tenderness can be found on their touch and whistle,

maybe you felt it during your walk on the afternoon drizzle.

 

Every day they wait for each other restlessly

their love is intense but full of complexity

because being together brings catastrophe

 

But the relaxing summer days are here

bringing low pressure, like every year

with some luck, our lovers can now come near.

 

First they see each other over the island far away,

and the thunder sounds as if they are playing croquet.

I can see from my window that the sky is now gray.

 

They seduce each other with words so charming,

it starts raining with love, passion and all the yearning.

Though my window I can see that it is now violently storming

 

As a gentlemen he has made the first move

then she follows, blowing a kiss to approve

and we feel how the breeze has now stronger groove.

 

The lovers cannot take the distance any longer

in less than a second it is impossible to go and wander

’cause the passion and strength keeps getting stronger

 

They have only but a few hours to together spend

They have to count, they know the are condemned ,

so they forget about the world and who they might offend.

 

Unstoppable Rain pours while Wind loudly howls

but it filters through the window during the long night hours,

this much water is impossible to dry. I need more towels!

 

Don’t get them wrong, their raging destruction is  a pantomime

just a protest for being apart all this time

They want to be noticed, their love is transcendental and divine

 

They accomplisehd their purpose, leaving all this destruction,

but seriously, it isn’t any worse than human corruption

pulluting the oceans and air, just for a few goods production

 

There is no knowing when will Wind and Rain will meet again

it all goes back to normal and their love is constrain

but their passion is eternal and nothing vain.

 

The end.

 


 

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Poem – Angelic

A poem from the challenge word “Cure”. Proposed by the exceptionally admirable blogger and poet Grexxen. Thank you for encouraging me forward!


A story about curiosity, bravery, and about overcoming all obstacles.  A story that evidences the power of love.

A poem on the shape of a AABBCC

I give you,

Angelic

by Adriana

 

In one of the angelic realms of heaven so high

Where light, peace and harmony live a beautiful lullaby

Resided a sweet, brave and caring angel, so curious

That for his human to guard was so laborious

For his appointed task, he always performed his best.

No wonder his human was thriving and overcoming every quest.

 

In the land of the angels, human eyes are never seen

They are all oblivious of height, race and color of skin

Only through prayers a human’s voice is heard

For what is important with he heart is transferred

Their realm is on earth, but there is a barrier so thin

Humans can not cross it, and angles rarely fly in.

 

But our sweet, curious angel to heaven’s border came near

Even though, his angelic life he treasured close so dear.

But his heart was unsteady and lured by God’s creation

Dragged his wings too close to the earth mortal damnation

With a little blow of the wind his angel shape was gone

In less than one moment, into a human he had transformed

 

Naked and nameless for a while he wandered

To the earth rules he now had to abide, he pondered.

Without his wings he needed a little effort for walking

Yet, seamlessly he soon started fluently talking.

Not long after, he acknowledge his human shape

Keeping in mind that soon back to his realm he had to scape.

 

Guarding his human was his life’s responsibility

It was what he most wanted, so he would find the feasibility

In the coming weeks, to many churches he assisted

Nothing worked but for a long time he persisted

He enjoyed the world and knew that it was not a mistake

Yet, his angelic duty could not be weakened or opaque

 

But now he was only human, and time made he grow weary

So he kept telling to persuade himself this innocent theory

“The rules are rules and a human I have now to remain.”

He thought with a bitter smile and a tear that could not contain.

Yet he was satisfied and eagerly his new life he would embrace

Like this becoming the first angel to travel the world in slow pace.

 

To the towns in the mountains, and the ones across the rivers wide

Tirelessly aiding all beings alike without leaving heaven’s guide.

While learning from humans their complexity and behavior,

He slowly understood that in themselves is their only saviour.

So, his unclear purpose on earth brought doubt and overwhelm

What was the reason that he had to remain steady in this realm?

 

Greatly he had contributed to make the world from all evil, clean

Yet, there was no more satisfaction from all the places he had been

At this moment, inadvertently he came across a new experience,

Dark hair, ruby lips and pale skin was this majestic appearance.

With her forest-green like eyes she made time and space fade

And when she smiled, he felt as his heart had been swayed.

 

The first acquaintance was awkward, but soon, close friends they were

Yet words for a confession came none, as he could only stand and stare.

Even a heaven’s mightiest warriors, of  this kind of courage have none

For angels do not need it,  they can be alone

But after meeting her, by himself he never wanted to be

And by knowing her, to stay by her side was his only plea.

 

But she was born smart and had eyes of a good observer

Effortlessly realized that his intentions were full of fervor.

But away she turn her head for she was submerged in regret

As her heart had been shattered and wasn’t healed yet.

Felt like a deadly disease accompany her during the day

Loneliness reside in her soul and wasn’t going away.

 

She fought trying to get better by keeping friends around

But insecurity swam in her veins and her heart surround

To get rid of the killer-depression virus she had no choice

Since sadness had mortally blocked her cheerful-lively voice

Grief was spreading and happiness was an ineffective lie

And yet everyday woke up and gave the world a big smile

 

Of her deadly condition, our sweet angel oblivious remain

As his angelic intuition diminished when to earth he came.

Aside of his love he deeply admire her heart, strength and wit.

He believed in her and encourage to her dreams never quit.

As it turns out, someone believing in her was the cure bottle

Now that he complemented her, the air supply no longer throttle.

 

Her condition stabilized and stop to worsen.

Soon she would be back to be a fully healthy person

His presence and lovely smile had brought her cure

He was right what she needed for her life so obscure

Finally her everyday was brighter

Once again she was her own fighter.

 

Planning and dreaming to stay together flourished

They needed each other for a happy life nourish.

But the rules are the rules and they must be obeyed

A cruel twist of life suddenly arrived to invade.

For his coming to earth was not a random circumstance

She was his human, who he had to guard at all chance.

 

When he heard her prayers of the truth he realised

That it was all part of the plan of the heaven’s device.

When her faith had faded away and he was sent to Earth

To help her find the way  before she encounter death.

Now that the mission had ended and all been completed

Going back to heaven left their hearts broken and depleted.

 

Tears of hopelessness rolled down and reached the floor

When they hugged for the last time on the sunset shore.

She softly kissed him and slowly closed her eyes

And when she opened them, he was gone to the skies.

She would rarely spoke of the painful, bitter goodbye

For days she would not sleep or eat but only cry and cry

 

Since that day, he had to guard her from his land

Unable to even see her, because that is banned.

Her voice is her prayers he would always hear

Wishing from his heart that they could be near.

But the rules cannot be broken, twisted or bent,

So, there wasn’t any plan that could their situation amend

 

She fervently prayed to the archangels so mighty,

Being careful of  her words and speaking politely.

She pleaded to have him back or at least to have a trial

But how could she know? He never spoke of the guile.

But since she loved him so much, it was easy to conjecture

She realised of  his life on heavens and earth adventures

 

For the first time they angels set up an official court

And for many days they discussed, spoke and revoke.

Her intense prayers, they could not longer ignore

Pleading for him to come back and be with her forevermore.

A decision was taken and there was nothing to be done

He was set free and could now to human’s realm be gone

 

They were equally each other’s cure from mortal death

And for many years they lived happily together on Earth.

Now, I sat to write their story for your heart’s delight

Of a kind of love that will forever live in the heights

I am true witness of this curious case of love’s reich

For in my veins there is angle and human blood alike.

-The end-


 

Thank you for reading!

 

My dear follower,  I hope that my poem you enjoyed

Weather it filled your heart with sorrow or perhaps joy.

My only desire is that my hands of poems never rest

So, I dare you to put my talent to the test.

To one single rule you have, though to abide

Challenge me with a single word for me to comply!!!