LOVE IN TIME OF WAR

On purpose of the picture of Gerda Taro and Robert Capa autumn 1935 in Paris

Mª Dolores Hurtado Garre

She was so gentle that the sun of the shady one didn´t harm her, that the years didn´t lapse for her, that the witchcrafts and the incantations made her more beautiful. Did she always have clear ideas and their charged weapons, until she used to keep a screen of war for if any avant-garde little painter, package markers in the line of the toilet or the earl of Villaverde, when he brought near to ask her from where she comes?

She was guided by the moon and the stars; she separated all that comes from another world. Taro nicknamed. She dirtied the mind of the most austere. Their eyes reflected the sea and the sea drank of their overwhelmed lips with lipstick excess.

Certainly that their etic was not the faith; She didn´t believe in God. Tomorrow and evening passed being blasphemed by all the histories of love of the literature but she died to live one of them. And I was there, to write the script ant to make that chapter a full point by their history. Our history.