Bio

He thinks better when he walks and when he writes. He went to public school. He suffered from a phobia of buttons. He never broke a bone. He played basketball and tennis and won a judo medal. He was born in 1973 under the sign of Sagittarius. Until he was eleven he wore his hair parted to the side. Then he stopped combing it. He has moved many times. He now lives in Florida, in the province of Buenos Aires. He misses his mother. He usually sits in silence for half an hour, legs crossed on a cushion. He drinks mate. He swims. He listens to the Beatles. He likes the smell of gasoline. He once won a red bicycle in a raffle. Then it was stolen. He dislikes arrogance, tripe stew, buckets of popcorn at the movies. He has doubts. He's not on X, he doesn't use TikTok. He loves to travel, to lie in bed, to look out the window. He speaks badly in public. He'd like to live a year in a hotel, another in the forest, another by the sea, to read well in several languages, to sing better. He prefers odd numbers and plazas without fences. He studied a few things. He has no diplomas. He ran surveys, was a bookseller, taught yoga. He reads many books, finishes few. He leads writing workshops for people of every size. He started writing at fifteen, reading Julio Cortázar, Alejandra Pizarnik, Juan Rulfo, Ray Bradbury, Boris Vian, Fernando Pessoa, Kurt Vonnegut and J.D. Salinger, among others. Some of his books have been translated into English, Chinese, French, Italian, German, Russian, Portuguese, Greek, and Korean. He has received awards and honors from Alija Ibby, the White Ravens Foundation, Fundación Cuatrogatos, the Fondo Nacional de las Artes, and Argentina's Ministry of Culture. He usually carries scribbled scraps of paper in his pockets and a bit of lint in his navel. He's missing two molars, has a mole on his right foot, and a daughter named Nina. He likes lists.