WHO I AM
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Sometimes life brings us to a street corner. Not as a metaphor; literally a corner somewhere in a city where no one knows your name.
And it is there, sitting on a small folding stool, that you realize all you truly have is the stubborn faith that keeps you moving.
I am the man in this photo.
A Brazilian sitting in Los Angeles, holding a dream with both hands, waiting for destiny to open a small crack and let some light in.
My journey, however, did not begin here. It began years ago, long before I imagined turning this story into a film.
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For more than two decades, my work was shaping emotion inside thirty seconds. Advertising taught me rhythm, silence, metaphor, the weight of light, the humility of shadow. It taught me to listen. It taught me to notice. Along this road, some meaningful awards came into my hands. But beneath everything, a quiet truth kept calling me back. Cinema. Story. Soul.
Life eventually pressed me into a corner I could no longer escape. That pressure carried me to the Atacama Desert. It was not a vacation. It was refuge, exile, a search for breath and silence. In that vast, ancient stillness, destiny placed Luz and Muñoz in my path. What unfolded with them changed my life forever. The revelation of Muñoz’s blindness, discovered only at the very end, cracked something open inside me. It exposed my own blindness, my fears, my loneliness and the parts of myself I had buried under years of noise.
From that encounter, LUZ was born.
The writing came with discipline and craft, but also with the trembling heart of someone rediscovering his place in the world. The foundations that had shaped me returned like old companions. McKee, Truby, Vogler. Their voices helped refine structure, rhythm, tension and release, reminding me how emotion breathes when form finds its purpose.
Thousands of pages were written. Treatments, notebooks, drafts, scenes rewritten again and again. Passion guided my hand. Poetry shaped the silences. Devotion carried me through the many sleepless nights.
This project grew in my hands, in every sense. The website, the graphic materials, the visual identity, each symbol and detail. Every element was created in solitude, searching for a way to turn the soul of the film into something tangible.
Even the box that carries this dream was shaped almost like a piece of craftwork. Colors chosen with intention. Textures selected for feeling. Paper weighed in the palm of the hand. Images gathered like small echoes of the story. Each layer arranged to speak before any word was read.
This journey carried me far. First to Rio de Janeiro. Then back to Chile, with meetings in Santiago. Then to Los Angeles, crossing the city alone with this box under my arm. A film. A belief. A calling. One man without introductions or shortcuts. Only the work. Only the faith.
So here I stand at life’s crossroads, offering this dream with humility and courage.
If you found your way to this page, maybe the same light that guided me through the desert is beginning to reach you too.
And perhaps, for both of us, this is only the beginning.
A TRUE STORY
This is me with the screenplay.
It may look like just a stack of paper, but to me, it’s 3 years of ideas, notes, silence, doubt, rewriting, observing, remembering.
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It’s the desert I crossed, both literal and emotional. It’s the people I met, the questions I asked, the beauty I insisted on finding when everything felt lost.
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This isn’t just a story I wrote.
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It’s one I lived, one that changed me, and one I hope will touch those who watch it with the same quiet intensity it carried when it first came to me.
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And this is me saying it.
“Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart… Confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”​
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
