LOVE IN TIME OF WAROn purpose of the picture of Gerda Taro and Robert Capa autumn 1935 inParisMª Dolores HurtadoGarreShe was so gentle that the sun of the shady one didn´t harm her, that the yearsdidn´t lapse for her, that the witchcrafts and the incantations made her morebeautiful. Did she always have clear ideas and their charged weapons, until sheused to keep a screen of war for if any avant-garde little painter, package markersin the line of the toilet or the earl of Villaverde, when he brought near to ask herfrom where she comes?She was guided by the moon and the stars; she separated all that comes fromanother world. Taro nicknamed. She dirtied the mind of the most austere. Theireyes reflected the sea and the sea drank of their overwhelmed lips with lipstickexcess.Certainly that their etic was not the faith; She didn´t believe in God. Tomorrow andevening passed being blasphemed by all the histories of love of the literature butshe died to live one of them. And I was there, to write the script ant to make thatchapter a full point by their history.Our history.