That's why I write, that's why I suffer when I do, that's why I pour myself into every line and fade away, not remembering what I was talking about when I finish. Because in that beautiful trance that is writing, I become myself again, and all those versions of myself that were lost.

Trato la infancia a través de mis libros , hablo de esas marcas duras, heridas que transforman, violencias inesperadas e injustas que llegan para quedarse, que trascienden el yo infantil y sesgan lo que será el adulto. Hablo de las experiencias traumáticas que nunca debieron darse, del hogar roto, de los gritos que sobresaltan.

Whenever I start a new project, I ask myself the same questions. I wonder if reining in that part of me that tends to break the unwritten rules of the thriller genre is the right thing to do. And I always end up letting go and giving free rein to my emotions, which are what really matter when it comes to creativity.