I finished my short story!!!
I finally finished the short story I'm writing!!! 8D
Already translated it but I'll look for a beta before I post it here. Probably there are lots of punctuation mistakes and weird sentences since my first language is Portuguese and not English. I'm kinda satisfied with it but not so much with the end... but I was stuck at it for almost one month and a half and I can't think of other ways to finish it so I'll leave it as it is. I'm still trying to decide which title should I give... I'm between two:
- The Typewriter ("A Máquina de Escrever")
- My Dear Old Typewriter ("Minha Querida e Velha Máquina de Escrever")
Overall... the story is readable... I think. I'll probably change that opinion in a few weeks and will think it's garbage just like the other things I wrote, but still... at the moment I'm happy with it and that's what matters. I'm very critic with the things I write, to the point of not being satisfied with anything. I don't consider myself a great writer, I always thought I'm much better at translation but I write some things now and then. Well... let's see if this new thing of mine is going to be less "hateable" XD
Moving on to other topics, today I also went to the beach. I LOVE sunny days. Period. ♥
Tomorrow I'll buy Hair tickets to my mom as a birthday present. Since she watched it last month she just can't shut up about it, she's like a little kid in a candy store! ahuahuahuahua
And I'm going to watch it with her again since I still have money from my birthday and christmas. Yey!!
I still have 300 bucks or so. I LOVE having the saving-money-skill! XDDD
And since we were talkig about writing, I'll finish my post with a beautiful poem by Portuguese poet Florbela Espanca. Some parts I have help to translate =)
She was born on 1894 and died on 1930. She tried to commit suicide three times and died on the third attempt.
TO BE A POET
To be a poet is to be taller, is to be bigger
Than average men! It is to bite as if you're kissing!
Is to give alms, although you are a begger,
Like the king of a realm where only pain is missing!
It is to have a thousand wishes of splendor
And not knowing what to wish for!
It is to have inside yourself a flaming star,
It is to have the condor's mighty claw and wings!
It is to be hungry and thirsty of infinity!
Wearing the helmet and the golden satin of mornings...
It is to condense the world into one lonely cry!
And it is to love you, like that, desperately...
It is to have soul, and blood, and life inside me
And to say it singing to all people!
SER POETA (the original in Portuguese)
Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior
Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!
É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja
Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!
É ter mil desejos o esplendor
E não saber sequer que se deseja!
É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,
É ter garras e asas de condor!
É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!
Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...
É condensar o mundo num só grito!
E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...
É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim
E dizê-lo cantando a toda gente!
The manuscript =)