my poetry challenge for a new book is almost over, and in less than a year, I will have written the sixty pieces, but maybe more.

My inspiration comes from my life, which is like a diary and an answer to the question of how I live, and I live in many ways.

Today I have written thirty-seven, and now I have started a series about home and my homeland, which I miss during the holidays, as I always do.

I don’t want to talk much about dreams, but linked to this challenge is my desire to publish a book, maybe someday, somehow, with someone, maybe in the new boarding house everything will turn out to be a dream come true