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Excerpts from Evita's own story: "La razón de mi vida" or "The Reason for my Life" by Eva Duarte Perón in her own words. 

This page will cover certain subjects that Evita was passionate about. This is not the entire book, but just a sample of some of her feelings and beliefs regarding Perón and what it is like to be Evita. Everything written from here on is in Evita's own words taken from her book. Nothing has been changed or added. These are her words.

 

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

 

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