I was born in Brasília, the capital of Brazil, in 1964. My family has many roots in many different places, some of which I have been to and some to which dream of going. In a way, I am like a totem, with many different  animal and human facets. I live in the mountains, but enjoy visiting the big cities to feel the contrast between the calmness of nature and urban agitation.

I believe that throughout most of my life I have ignored my true calling.  I always felt frustrated and unmotivated, and yet a little voice kept egging me on to write. There were attempts here and there, but perhaps because I did not yet see the merit in my own writing, I quickly stopped. I wrote adult stories, poems and short stories, and even attempted to start a novel, all with the same destination: the bottom of my drawer. 

It took time, but that writer's voice within me finally received what i wished for. Perhaps its constant calling made me realize that I am truly happy when I'm writing. It fills me with joy to put words on paper, and to explore the fascinating capabilities of human (and otherwise) characters. 

Today, I believe that this constant urge to write, that come from down deep and refuses to quiet down, is what is defined as a calling. Not because I consider myself exceptionally talented or think that my writing is particularly sophisticated, but because I have stories to tell, and when I tell them, it feels like they are being told to me first.