In my new house there are two small shelves for my archives. One of them contains my works already assembled in books; the other holds the writings waiting to be revised, as well as sheet after sheet of ideas and rough drafts.
On the first shelf are found poetry, prose, fairy tales and slim books of my poems. On the other shelf I have also placed material and notes I have used when attending editorial activities.
I will write just a few lines about each of my works, dwelling upon how the ideas made their way to paper, ideas that mainly came from moments of real life.