I was born in Santa Cruz, Tenerife, in the Canary Islands. I studied humanities at high school, and this has been my passion ever since. I came to Madrid to study journalism at the Universidad Complutense, bolstering my love of writing and linking it to my social and political interests. The degree killed my desire to pursue this line of work, and thanks to that I ended up here, searching out new paths and a passion that I could finally call my work. I’ve always searched out passions that open up avenues to express myself, as a writer or painter, but they have never been anything more than passions. I am a stubborn Canarian, and extremist in my views, even of people, but I always try to put myself in other people’s shoes. I hate feeling ordinary, and I’m a fool who has always dreamed of changing the world, and I still believe that one day I will do it. I’m selfishly caring, and I enjoy helping out, as it makes me feel better than anything else. I believe in dialogue and empathy as a tool to solve anything, and my ego makes me believe that I can convince anyone of anything. I’m a young man who is old at heart; I enjoy spending my Sunday mornings with a coffee and the paper more than a night of partying. I don’t waste my time with things that I don’t like, or on things in which I don’t believe, but I enjoy the feeling of seeing that I am learning things, my mind is more restless than my body, inasmuch as I’m not a lover of physical exercise, by I’m always up for a game of football. A lover of urban art, my tattoos define some of my beliefs, when I’m done you could know more about me by glancing over my body than reading this. I’m all dreams and ambitions, and in the end I hope to see them fulfilled, but as they say in my country: “el que quiera lapas que se moje el culo” [If you want something done well, do it yourself].