I was born in the city of flowers, Xalapa, Mexico,  where the springs came out from the sand, or so the story says.

Once I was a child, but I spent most of that time thinking about extraterrestrials and waiting for them to come in their UFO to take me away.

I tried to be a psychic; I wanted to move things with my mind. I practice to be an acrobat too—and broke many things at home. Then I grew and became an artist and a writer. Oh, well.

When I grow old I dream in becoming a professional liar. You know, those kind of people that tell stories and everybody goes, “Ahh, Ohh!"