Born in Buenos Aires in 1977 and raised in Spain, Andrés Neuman is a writer who refuses borders — geographical, linguistic, or emotional. His work slips between novels, poetry, essays, and aphorisms, always circling the fragility of love and the impossibility of holding on to it. Neuman is at once playful and profound: he can move from a philosophical meditation to a whispered confession in a single page.
He is drawn to relationships as processes of translation — between languages, between people, between life and death. His love stories ache with disbelief, never letting you forget that intimacy is both fleeting and essential.