The first novel was sent to the editor with the title "Dark Hair Night"

After finishing the last page I thought the worst was past. Was I naive or what?
I asked help from a friend to review the English which I use fluidly with a little help from my dyslexia.
The process took months of painful beautifying, correcting and defending, but the end product was worth it.
I have now a presentable version of my dream, and I want to share it with the world.
So this Wednesday (12-04-2012) I sent it to the editor, hoping for the best and opening my heart to an even more excruciating phase... What will they think of my novel? Is what I wrote worth printing? Will anyone enjoy reading it? And above all how will I survive if they don't? How do you survive when they look at your perfect baby and say... hum, I'm not impressed!?

1+1=3

Told tails of your youth
encourage my birth thirst,
the idea of a new newbie
a tummy growing growth.

I love you for all you are,
but you are much more than
today or the day before,
future you can have me bare!

In this world of nonsense,
uncertainties and change,
doubt's lost in name of nature.

We hold the power to create
so much more than art.
Indeed, as far as life itself!

Saudade is fado

Saudade is Fado, fado is saudade!
to listen to the deep soul cry
of the fearful smiling fiancé
waving their embroidered wet wiper...

to feel the pain left in place
of the familiar wanting presence,
that left in love for love alone
to bring the means to build a home.

to taste the slow time distance
between her heart and her mind,
cried in words thrown to the sea.

to share a tear for this sorrow rime,
is to know fado and its muse saudade,
and with it, this sailing people of mine.