Madrina's Secret Life

<p>Two men they both have lungs and through those organs inhale the same air and exhale the same air. They breathe the same molecules the same particles. </p><p>Two men they both have brains. Through one of those organs one created an inextinguishable torrent of delicate sensitive and expressive melodies. He was capable of orchestrating symphonies concerts fantasies overtures marches serenades for strings suites ballets and operas. Only death could stop such a wealth of genius and creativity. The other brain my own humble brain clumsily listens to that celestial music and admires it. </p><p>A woman and a man they both have brains. Through one of those organs one bravely proclaimed her doubts. She shamelessly shouted the love in her heart for everyone to hear such a truth. She claimed her right to find sense for her existence. Only death could stop such a passion and restlessness. The other brain my own humble brain clumsily reads her poems and shyly tries to translate them. </p><p>This is the task that I have set for me in this book a task as impossible as trying to describe music. I give you Madrina’s secret life and her poetry.</p>