Our story
Hers
“I want you to meet my cousin, doc,
and I won’t take no for an answer,”
said my dear Margarita Godi.
She was sitting right there in my office, and I was bent over her with my magnifying glass, studying her skin, the soft brown tones, every little mark telling its own quiet story. And beneath all that, something even clearer: a spirit generous and alive.
“You’ll see,” she said.
I didn’t ask another question.
It came like a gentle touch, quiet, certain,
and impossible to refuse.
So I agreed to meet him.
His
“Where have you been hiding, my dear cousin?”
“On my island, of course, my sanctuary. Sea breeze, old wise trees, wildflowers… you know me.”
“Hmm. You sound peaceful… maybe a little too peaceful. Put some life back, some laughter, for heaven’s sake.”
A brief pause.
“You’ve got something in mind, don’t you?”
A soft laugh.
“I do. And I want you to meet her.”
And so, I agreed.
Thank you! You brought us together, and still watch over us!