About me

Madrid 1973

Halfway between the sacred, the nostalgia and the smell of those summers impregnated with protective cream, I still have the old Werlisa color of my father. That was the first camera I had in my hands. Often, I watch her feeling those magical moments again, when through the viewfinder, everything was curiosity and promises of adventure.

It is from those days, together with the Tintin comics, that my desire to tell stories is born. Then came the travel books, a backpack on my shoulder, and a road to travel.

And it is in the trips, in which I read and in which I have the good fortune to carry out, where I once again feel the call of that child who, with a camera around his neck, always dreamed of being a reporter.