A naive teen, sent out of Cuba to retrieve smuggled family jewels on the eve of the Bay of Pigs Invasion, comes of age in New York City at the height of the sexual revolution and earns his political and economic freedom. By a twist of fate, he begins to lose his liberty when his oppressive parents arrive and refuse to assimilate into American society. Take the journey and discover why success isn't always measured by what one becomes, but often by what one overcomes.
Award-winning screenwriter Beverly Gandara has written several screenplays and two novels. Her comedy screenplay Rent Money won the Golden Palm Award for Best Screenplay at the 2012 Beverly Hills International Film Festival. Her Five Star Readers' Favorite, debut novel Concrete Wings: A Tale of Tyranny and Freedom, earned the Literary Classics Seal of Approval with a recommendation for school and home libraries and Honorable Mention at the 2017 New York Book Festival and the 2018 Florida Book Festival. Her Five Star Readers' Favorite second novel Soaring in Silence: One woman's Triumph Over Fear, a psychological thriller has just been released. Her third book, Women, Work and Triumph is a compilation of interviews with a diverse group of women and focuses solely on their careers. Bev lives in the southeast with her husband Armand, who inspired Concrete Wings. For more information about Bev and her work, visit www.bevgandara.com. Book: Women, Work, and Triumph (coming soon) Novels: Concrete Wings Soaring in Silence Screenplays: Concrete Wings Misinformed Heart Rent Money Turnaround Unprotected Witness While I Wait Blogs https://www.stage32.com/blog/How-to-Hanlde-it-When-Someone-Says-Youre-a-Writer-Ive-Great-Story-You-Should-Write https://www.stage32.com/blog/Have-You-Checked-Your-Drawers-Recently
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone