#introduceyourself: In pleasure there is no disguise forgotten, and in the way of knowledge, music and letters there are no excuses, only reasons ...

I was born in a city chosen by me. An early October 5, 1981, where no one looks down, because our common cause is the confidence to love us without asking, to embrace and be comrades at once, to be brothers by nature.

Cumaná made my name my first choice, surrounded by fishing nets, literary and musical resources, bathed by a blue gulf described by Salmerón, one of the three great poets of this northeastern panorama of all times. [Archivo Personal]

I grew up diving among universal music, loving equal to Mozart, Schumann, Chuck Mangione, Tito Rodriguez, Armando Manzanero, María Rodríguez, Bossa Nova, jazz greats, Silvio Rodríguez ... and many others, I found as much beauty as in the lyrics that they were ordering more and more in my sympathies... playing and jumping from one side to another, because the carnivals were very long at that time, always accompanying my grandmother, the owner of those years of fulminating shine...
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...thus, while I was studying piano at the age of 4, I also began to love the repeated streets that seem painted by naive artists, who calmly fulfill the obligation of being where the sun always burns, confusing multicolored tears with wild smiles.
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Worshiping the Gulf grew my scientific curiosity, and almost inadvertently I became a biologist...
...after a path of games, orchestral rehearsals, of knowing other worlds in this same world separated by force, I let myself sprout the intentions of primal and rational pleasure. [Archivo Personal] Science and music have allowed me to venture into the knowledge,
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feel and geography [Archivo Personal]
Between friends... [Archivo Personal]
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...lessons [Archivo Personal] [Archivo Personal]
[concerts] [Archivo Personal]
and the possibility of wandering from one extreme to the other. [Archivo Personal]
discovering the incomplete beauty of people and places... [Archivo Personal]
[...that are always different and nostalgic] [Archivo Personal]
and in spite of the chance ... [Archivo Personal]
It is a commitment to meet with unquestionable people along the way. [Archivo Personal]
...receive warmth in a festival of colors in Veracruz as in my homeland. [Archivo Personal]
without feeling strange in any universal house of artists... [Archivo Personal]
...nor millenary places. [Archivo Personal]
with the life force that pushes the heart. [Archivo Personal]
I loved much more magical cities after dreaming. [Archivo Personal]
where gravitation becomes lighter. [Archivo Personal]
like Barcelona at the end of a summer. [Archivo Personal]
and fortune allowed me to enter other airs. [Archivo Personal]
and on a walk I met the giant Bolívar in Panama evoking a congress... [Archivo Personal]
listening to a strange sunset melancholy. [Archivo Personal]
walking barefoot in an old stadium in La Habana. [Archivo Personal]
in Toluca I met the father of all the suns. [Archivo Personal]
until after a snowfall... [Archivo Personal]
I got carried away by labyrinthine letters ... [Archivo Personal]
in a timeless atmosphere of stories in perpetual relation ... [Archivo Personal]
arriving for unexpected moments to a hobby ... [Archivo Personal] football, which took me by surprise in a classic afternoon [Archivo Personal]
but my world is in the people who were born with me. [Archivo Personal]
where the darkness is opaque. [Archivo Personal]
Meanwhile, another door that is always open starts to give new light, allowing me to venture into the active trade of literature, surrendering already the results of magical and extravagant travels. [Archivo Personal]