Matilda had always worked in matters related to the arts. In the last few years she had devoted herself almost exclusively to the most plastic aspect of her talent; however, when we were just little children it wasn´t her voice that made me fall in love with her but the emotions she transmitted in each and every song she gave to us, accompanying her delicious thread of voice with some clumsy chords, that made the guitar she cradled between her arms seem like a lyre played by the angels themselves in paradise.

I won’t deny that the delicate sight of her voluptuous cleavage, enhanced by curves in the wood carved by some luthier from times past, gave her performance even more warmth, or at least that is how it seemed to me.