"You should write a book about mom." A quote from Jordina at Marinella's birthday party years ago. I heard it, I forgot. I didn't take it lightly, but I knew I was unsuitable for a biographer because of my writing style. For better or worse. I start somewhere else and end up somewhere else, my memory interferes, I get angry with my characters, I do what I do so I'm not included among the current giants of literature. I don't rant about the accepted "politically correct" and de facto unassailable major issues. With such a character, how could I take on a Marinella, with whom we are indeed linked by some interesting decades, but no halos and admiring coronets about the melodic world of the night would emerge. "You know, I...". I objected, knowing my character. The other side insisted: "You're wrong...". "But all of me is a walking mistake," I replied. Finally, the biographer "echoed"... "You know me" - Marinella. "I love you, but I'm afraid you don't know me," I replied. It took a while of "I know you", "you don't know me", until we made up our minds and the lunchtime symposia in memory of Plato and other relatives of similar sympathetic experiences began. And so we went on, illuminating by midday light nights or even days of a lifetime of soil, voice, love, toil and much love. And it became a book that, without being a priori a biography, began to feel like a novel of mine. Y. X.