Who chooses to be an author? When we first scribble the own birth name, there at the childhood, we want to mean, to express, more than untied words or loose images. We are not more than that name written down there, but we are not that so simple anymore when we learn words enough, other names, other letters, other thoughts, other ideals.

And so, what to write?

There are so much, so many subjects, so many oportunities to make the register beyond the abstract, beyond the surreal time that passes by... Writing is to transmit something so that it turns to be more than just shadows, it starts to be real. Considering the amount of writings along the times, the human being writes whatever he himself - she herself - feels like; what the other ones want to read or to hear, what the other ones don't want to hear or to read, what the ones of tomorrow would like to know about us, here, today. History has it that Jesus has not left anything written down, but many other ones have written for and about him.

The journalists, writers, translators, students; everyone uses the word not for themselves, but for the world. Then, who chooses to be an author? The world has chosen us to be its spokesman, thus, when there at the childhood days, we wrote that name out of the line, scribbled and ugly, we were not only ourselves anymore, we started to be co-redators of one world opposite at the mistakes and eager to be read and re-read up to when we may understand it and we may take from it the lessons for our own lives. Thus, just then, to learn; not how to read or how to write, but how to be.

I'm descendant from written words, I'm ascendant from my own words. I'm writing here and now, thus, I'm a writer at this moment.

I've written my first story about ten years ago, and since then it has been so many reasons for me not to leave behind the most fascinant and grateful work of an entire lifetime. The twelfth labors of Hercules.

To write should be included in that meritorious list. Mazes, decisions, incursion into one world on which we are inhabitants, but whose meaning we don't know a least thing. To write is quite similar to almost those trips by Hercules in only one.

The phases are vary, in each one the knowledge is the prize for all those ones who noticed and captured the reason and the value of each single life, and the meaning and the weight of each single word.