Some concise biographical details should suffice.

As Diego Antonio Nieto Marcó (stress the "ó", please) I was born in the south of the world, where the duck migrated and the air routes ended, Buenos Aires, and also in the south of time, back in 1951. I studied at Saint Alban's and then at the University of La Plata, and finally at the University of Granada, Spain, without omitting the Complutense University in Madrid.

I was lucky enough to grow up between two languages, which opened the doors to other languages, which in turn opened the doors to different literatures and, above all, to travel ( travel not tourismwhich allow me to know the world from the inside, that is, its people and its cities and its wide open spaces, those great unlived in spaces that end up living deep within us: the high mountains, the rainforest, the desert, the high seas.

I once thought: "The best thing I have ever done is to play rugby and climb mountains, for it is only the ephemeral that remains in our lives". Because I suspect that the fact that one has studied in an English school full of English children, or played in one’s grandparents' magical garden with a sheep called Margarita and exotic wading birds (teros) that announced the arrival of strangers and rain;

that one has lived in this or that town, and in more than one remote village, and even in Tecka (who would go to Tecka in the 70s, when it already looked like a ghost town?);