WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

Today the Advent calendar gives us the tiptoe story of the blog Where a poem can arrive. 

On tiptoe because she talks about classical dance, but on tiptoe also for how Laura, the author, introduces herself and presents her story.

Laura is enrolled in the Faculty of Engineering of the Polytechnic and for me she is automatically esteem, but at the same time she describes herself as a dreamer with a great desire to travel the world and with a whole series of characteristics that I particularly love.

Laura is 19 and has already written a lot! 
The name of the blog is Where a poem can arrive, and it is difficult to find an answer, but perhaps it is easier to say Where Laura can arrive and I wish it, because she really deserves .

And in the meantime she brings us to none other than Juilliard where her dance partner won a scholarship, and where she set her story Nutcracker in New York:

Snow fell heavily over New York City. It covered the roofs of the houses, the streets, the street lamps, the bare trees, everything was becoming white and the Christmas atmosphere was starting to be felt under the sky of the Big Apple. Ally was on her way to Juilliard, the dance school where she had been studying for three years now, with the bag on her right shoulder and the i-pod playing the notes of the candy fairy dance in her left hand … go on here.