I grew up in a loving Argentinian home, with hard working parents that always wanted to give their kids the best they were able to. I was the oldest of three siblings—with all that implies—, and also the most fanciful. I spent my childhood creating parallel universes in my mind, I would invent friends and pets, I would travel through time, from place to place or story to story, sometimes I was even a superheroine or a supervillain. Once I became a teenager, I started developing the habit of writing as a form of expression. I began writing the stories that, as a child, I was only able to imagine and, to my surprise, communicating with these characters in my mind began to intensify, as if they were now demanding that I told their stories.
These days, I write because I simply cannot avoid it… and because it makes me happy, of course. The truth is I am no different from most writers, who live a life divided into parts equal to the quantity of characters and stories that move around inside their head at the time. But… although I strive to tell these stories that the characters are screaming from my unconscious, I understand that none of them are complete until an observer, a reader appears, and because of this I have decided to share my writings, to give these imaginary people the opportunity to get a life… or many, depending on how many of you decide to transit their stories, discovering them page after page, giving them wings, or feet, or both.

Thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you will always come back…