Niño

Having published my first book in Spanish, The Last of the Incas, satisfactorily, it did not take long to discover that perhaps there is talent hidden in the tips of my fingers. It was the final days of the last month of 2012. One day, I was sitting with my pet in my apartment terrace, waiting for the end of the world that never came. As I sat talking with him, he never answered me. So I decided to use the expression that everybody usesdogs are smart, they just need to talk. Thats how it all began. In my imagination, I began to talk to him. I pretended to listen to his old and new problems. Months later, after starting to write The Last of the Incas and having no idea what to keep writing on it, I started with the story of my pet. I began to write Nio. My pet was adopted by me after his original owner couldnt keep up with him. His birth name was Cookie. Months later, I would change it because my treatment of him was like a real child. Many times I wanted to call him Pinocchio. I refrained from using that name and finally settled with Nio. Much of his story is true. Part of his story is fictional. I made a mixture of mischief, using the imagination of a ten-year-old kid sharing with the problems of a man past fifty. So, finally, I finished Nio. I keep sitting on my terrace, watching the people passing by. Someday I will choose a new character for my next book. This book is dedicated to my faithful pet named Nio.

Dettagli