This
book has sprung from my innermost heart. However much I
speak in its pages of my feelings, of my thoughts of my
life, in all that I have written the least observant of my
readers will find nothing else but the figure, the soul
and the life of General Perón and my profound love for
him and for his cause.
Many will reproach me for thinking only of him while
having written all this; I confess in advance that it is
true, absolutely true.
And I have my reasons, my powerful reasons, which nobody
will be able to dispute or doubt: I was not, nor am I,
anything more than a humble woman...a sparrow in an
immense flock of sparrows...But Perón was, and is, a
gigantic condor that flies high and sure among the summits
and near to God. If it had not been for him who came down
to my level and taught me to fly in another fashion, I
would never have known what a condor is like, nor ever
have been able to contemplate the marvelous and
magnificent immenseness of my people.
That is why neither my life nor my heart belongs to me,
and nothing of all that I am or have is mine. All that I
am, all that I have, all that I think and all that I feel,
belongs to Perón.
But I do not forget, nor will I ever forget, that I was a
sparrow, nor that I am still one. If I fly higher, it is
through him. If I walk among the peaks, it is through him.
If I see clearly what my people are, and love them and
feel their affection caressing my name, it is solely
through him.
That is why I dedicate to him, wholly, this song which,
like that of a sparrow, has no beauty, but is humble and
sincere, and contains all the love of my heart.
Eva Perón 1952