I'm 30 and I love to travel. I have not started my true journey yet, the one of which I do not know if I will return soon.
When I started to study in the University I had doubts to decide between the engineering and the races of letters but finally I decided for the first thing. Anyway, the reading accompanies me still quite like the music. I play some guitar, I'm learning to play the piano, sometimes I practice some ukele. I enjoy the diffusion and the sharing of culture, and my concern to carry this forward led me to create a cultural center self-managed together with some friends.
From there we try to create links between the different expressions of the local culture with the community, through music, theater, etc.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I want to enter the world of couchsurfing because I think it is an excellent way to share different cultures with both my guests and those who wish to stay in different parts of the world.

Interests

• beer
• reading
• team sports
• backpacking
• teaching
• cultural immersion
• friendship
• craft beer
• teatro
• local food
• teather
• fútbol
• amistad

Music, Movies, and Books

Music: Beatles, Charly García, Spinetta.

Movies: My Name is Sam, Milk, Forrest Gump, The Wall, Blow, Annie Hall, Match Point, Midnight in Paris.

Books: Lo que me costó el amor de Laura (Dolina), Steppenwolf (Hesse), White Nights (Dostoievsky), Salvo el Crepúsculo (Cortázar)

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

To tell in person

Teach, Learn, Share

But love, that word … Horacio the moralist, fearful of passions born without some deep-water reason, disconcerted and surly in the city where love is called by all the names of the streets, all the buildings, all the flats, all the rooms, all the beds, all the dreams, all the things forgotten or remembered. My love, I do not love you for you or for me or for the two of us together, I do not love you because my blood tells me to love you, I love you because you are not mine, because you are from the other side, from there where you invite me to jump and I cannot make the jump, because in the deepest moment of possession you are not in me, I cannot reach you, I cannot get beyond your body, your laugh, there are times when it torments me that you love me (how you like to use the verb to love, with what vulgarity you toss it around among plates and sheets and buses), I’m tormented by your love because I cannot use it as a bridge because a bridge can’t be supported by just one side, Wright or Le Corbusier will never make a bridge that is supported by just one side, and don’t look at me with those bird’s eyes, for you the operation of love is simple, you’ll be cured before me even if you love me as I do not love you. Of course you’ll be cured, because you’re living in health, after me it’ll be someone else, you can change things the way you do a blouse. So sad to listen to Horacio the cynic who wants a passport-love, a mountain pass-love, a key-love, a revolver-love, a love that will give him the thousand keys of Argos, ubiquity, the silence out of which music is possible, the root out of which a language can be woven. And it’s foolish because all that is sleeping a little in you, all you would have to do is submerge yourself in a glass of water like a Japanese flower and little by little colored petals would begin to bloom, the bent forms would puff up, beauty would grow. Infinite giver, I do not know how to take, forgive me.

What I Can Share with Hosts

Fresh air, my pets (:, traveling around the city.
I can also plan routes throughout the rest of the country and indicate theaters, cinemas, and unconventional cultural centers of interest.

Countries I’ve Visited

Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Cuba, Russian Federation

Countries I’ve Lived In

Argentina