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, and playing a role that 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 Marina: to create, to plan, to dream. Her past? Her past is blurry and fading, 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 it 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.