How accommodating love is; it forgives everything.
It is in giving that I connect with others, with the world and with the divine.
My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.
My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else’s.
At five I was already a feminist, and nobody used the word in Chile yet.
La vida se hace caminando sin mapa y no hay forma de volver atrás.