When I learned the results of my HIV test, I asked myself if I could live with the infection. At that moment, all my prejudices and internalized stigmas came to the surface, because although I knew about AIDS—thanks to my job as a journalist—I still had to go through a period of denial.

I am very committed to my health now because my recovery was difficult. I have learned the value of life. I have learned that in spite of the infection, it is not so difficult to live if you really put your mind to it.

I’m a very lucky guy because I’ve always had the support of my relatives, friends, and colleagues at work.

They know HIV is a viral, not a moral, infection.

My favorite singer is Eugenia León. In one of her songs she sings, “God made me unlucky, but I am not in the mood for that.” With this, I mean to say that I’m still alive, that I can love and give pleasure, because although happiness is not forever, neither are sadness and depression.

Through photography I have been able to reflect on myself and my relationship to my body, this companion that is going to be with me until the day that I die.