I was five years old when they introduced me to Martí: he came to me before knowing how to read. It was the preschool teacher, as a glimpse and omen of a great love for letters, who brought us closer from the pages of La Edad de Oro (The Golden Age), so Martí was also my primary school teacher... and my companion of learned poetry with his Versos Sencillos (Simple Verses), and even the educator with a quasi-gentlemanly civic attitude in his phrases (put on television spots) where he always appeared on the screen, back in the eighties, a child with his "strong man's little hands" carrying a flower in his hands for his friend.