I decided I wanted to be a journalist when I realized that I was very fond of telling things. Eighteen years earlier my mom chose María as my second name, and 25 years later I decided to quit my job in a newspaper to travel all around the world. In some way, I decided to take a decision, and since then I invite everyone to do so. I madly enjoy dancing, eating rice and longboard riding. Some friends called me moustache. I roll my own cigarettes. I´m a clown (the dRummer, my hyperkinetic clown, who takes me every day for a walk to the good grazing). The positive energies only generate better energies, this is my creed. Good vibes. Amen.
I like trains, tracks and stations. I like cities, narrow streets and dirty things. I like bikes, boarding passes and lakes. I like books more than anything. I like cold. I like silence. I like journalism too much (I discovered it four years ago and practice it since then in “Gente” Magazine). I like philosophy and culture, women and literature. I like languages I do not speak.
I like travelling, adventures and the privilege to know some villages lost in the ass of the world. I like my family and my friends. I like life, vertigo and chicken in all its variants. I like gasoline smell and poetry.
Some call me Popi and some Tito. I´m publicist and a programmer, a little clumsy and Business Administration graduate. I´m curious and enterprising. I like travelling and producing things. I drive badly, but I like it. Sometimes I do nothing. I´m excellent in cooking curries and football bores me. My friends steal my fanaticism for music (I discover bands, they enjoy them). Strangely, I´m an egomaniac who has idols (not me). I´m a killer whale and an elephant, I´m an Internet addict. I sleep every time and everywhere. I carry more medicines than clothes in my backpack. I like people to ask me things. I´m dogmatic and prejudiced. I boast more about what I discover than what I invent (though I boast a lot about that).