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‘Siento no poder dar su nombre. Nunca he sabido cuál era el verdadero, si Martínez, Ramírez o Sánchez. Yo lo llamo simplemente mi Capitán y éste es el nombre que quiero conservar en este libro.

Sus versos son como él mismo: tiernos, amorosos, apasionados, y terribles en su cólera. Era fuerte y su fuerza la sentían todos los que a él se acercaban. Era un hombre privilegiado de los que nacen para grandes destinos. Yo sentía su fuerza y mi placer más grande era sentirme pequeña a su lado.
Entró a mi vida, como él lo dice en un verso, echando la puerta abajo. No golpeó la puerta con timidez de enamorado. Desde el primer instante, él se sintió dueño de mi cuerpo y de mi alma. Me hizo sentir que todo cambiaba en mi vida, esa pequeña vida mía de artista, de comodidad, de blandura, se transformó como todo lo que él tocaba.
 
No sabía de sentimientos pequeños, ni tampoco los aceptaba. Me dio su amor, con toda la pasión que él era capaz de sentir y yo lo amé como nunca me creí capaz de amar. Todo se transformó en mi vida. Entré a un mundo que antes nunca soñé que existía. Primero tuve miedo, hubo momentos de duda, pero el amor no me dejó vacilar mucho tiempo.
Este amor me traía todo.

La ternura dulce y sencilla cuando buscaba una flor, un juguete, una piedra de río y me la entregaba con sus ojos húmedos de una ternura infinita. Sus grandes manos eran, en este momento, de una blandura dulce y en sus ojos se asomaba entonces un alma de niño.’

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‘Unfortunately I cannot tell you his name. I never found out which was the true one, Martinez, Ramirez, or Sanchez. I just call him my Captain, and that is the name I would like to keep in this book.

His verses are like himself: tender, loving, passionate and terrible in anger. He was strong, and everyone who came near him felt his strength. He was a privileged man, one born for a great destiny. I felt his strength, and my greatest pleasure was to feel small at his side.

He came into my life, as he says in one of the verses ‘breaking down the door’. He did not knock on the door with the shyness of a lover. From the first moment he felt himself lord of my body and my soul. He made me feel that he was changing everything in my life; my little artist’s life of comfort and softness was transformed like everything else he touched.

He knew no small feelings and accepted none neither. He gave me his love with all the passion that he was capable of feeling, and I loved him as I never thought myself capable of loving. Everything in my life was transformed. I entered a world whose existence I had never previously dreamt of. At first I was afraid, I had moments of doubt, but love did not let me hesitate long.

This love gave me everything. The gentle, simple tenderness when he picked out a flower, a toy, a river pebble and handed it to me, his eyes moist with infinite tenderness. His large hands were at this moment soft and gentle, and in his eyes could be seen the soul of a child.

'Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence'

- Vincent van Gogh

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