6years old
The first website.
Before I could explain what a server was, I wanted one. The website came first, and with it the habit of taking things apart to see how they run.
The full
story.
Madrid born and raised. Infrastructure engineer. ADHD, Asperger's, gifted. Building things that close the gap between people and what they need.
8years old
Minecraft servers.
Plugins in Java, which I hated. But it was the first time I cared more about how the server worked than what I was building on top of it. The systems instinct was there before I had a name for it.
13years old
TypeScript and Discord bots.
By thirteen I had most of the technical foundations I still carry. Code that other people actually used, and broke, and needed fixed.
15years old
Turing AI.
Product and community manager for an AI product with 767,000+ users, later acquired by shapes.inc. I turned what people told us into fixes, and helped put the AI APIs behind RabbitMQ load balancing so the service held up while it grew.
17years old
Burnout, then the homelab.
Then burnout hit. A hard stop. The homelab brought me back: a Proxmox cluster built from hardware other people retired, running my own Matrix and Nextcloud and local AI. Fixing real errors on real machines, with real consequences, fixed something in me too. Around the same time I built servers at Ibertronica, testing every one before it shipped.
18years old
Abalun, and the paper trail.
Practice hours at Abalun pulled me into real work fast enough that the line blurred: sites in Webflow and Elementor, schemas and migrations in MySQL and PostgreSQL. What it mostly did was kill the impostor syndrome. Turns out the impostor was the lie, not me. The CFGM in Microcomputer Systems and Networks made it official in June 2026.
Now2026
Choosing the next room.
I'm looking for infrastructure work with people who care how things run, in Madrid or remote. Moxen, my control plane for AI coding agents, is taking shape on the side.
Hire me ↗The distance between people and what they need is always smaller than it looks.
Every project I build closes that gap a little. A scheduler that stops a manager carrying the week in their head. An AI that shows up where your people already are. A phone that stops gatekeeping your own life. Music pulls at me for the same reason: a good song doesn't create emotion, it removes what's in the way of it.
How I think.
I'll type three paragraphs to understand one sentence. I want to write about whatever I'm trying to understand: systems, neurodivergence as it's lived, the parts of a person that don't fit on a CV. First essay: being present, and nostalgia.
Side B.
Learning to produce and to sing. Early days, solid foundations, and a first instrumental you can already play on the home page.
Play “it's complicated” ↗Home, for now.
The place that made me, and the people I love most are here. But I've started to feel the edges. One day I'll find out what happens when I leave. Until then: Madrid, and open to remote.