Born and raised in Guatemala, “el país de la eterna primavera”. Where will I be in a future? only God knows. I’ve got curls on top of my head, and curly thoughts in the inside. Actually my thoughts are wagons, rolling frenetically through my curls, going this way and the other, changing directions, and even falling. I believe art is the human element in this world, and I want to live up to it, and for it, and in it. Poetry is one of my passions, but I will rarely post them, they are sometimes just for me.
Difficult but necessary.