Holding Argentinean passport, I love my mother place, my mother tongue and my social crisis addicted land. It´s part of myself. And I´m consistently dedicated to love myself, lights and shades included.
Having traveled round the globe and lived in Germany, India and Thailand I consider myself a citizen of the world. Addicted to mate (don´t scandalize here ;), that´s just a traditional drink). A lover of beauty. A brave multilingual writer. A mother, an educationist, a passionate for equity.
My thirst for happy children, happy parents and happy families makes me jump into the waters of world peace. Not that I want to change society! Not that I want to carpet the world to protect my barefoot feelings.
I´m just in the search of authenticity finding the U turn that guides me back to my essence. I´m just after the calm joy of expressing what´s born in my heart and piles up in the print queue of my mind: True Word Seeds.
I never know what they´ll become, but I can´t refrain from bringing them into life. Sometimes they grow into huge trees called books. Sometimes they humbly shine and disappear on a paper napkin lost in chaotic-kitchen-all-purpuse-drawer where spiderman toys happily coexist with lost keys and forgotten to pay bills.
Amararama is the intimate cave where my profound or hilarious expressionism takes place. Start reading it from the end, start reading it from the beginning, you´ll get the same: my true self.
You´re invited to walk by my side sharing your expressive seeds too, no transgenic included please. Be welcome and enjoy!