Marina Pacheco is a person, just a person, based in the world. She has spent her whole life seeking answers without having any real questions, feeling too deep and too superficial, playing the artificial game of life, playing a song cover in lies, playing a role which she doesn’t even understand.
And now here she is. Again. Starting something she will never end, because this is what’s all about for Jara, to start, to plan, to dream.
Her past? Her past is blurry and fade, a daydream that has lasted thirty-eight years.
Maybe this bio seems melancholic or depressing, but it is not. It is just honest, otherwise, it wouldn’t be her bio.
Does really matter who she or anybody else is? Yes, of course, it matters, but keeping her identity behind a grey and dusty curtain makes it more interesting.