Despite her youth, she was pure and clean, like the lilacs she picked from her father´s garden and pinned to her dress. He was handsome, charismatic and focused on Patria. She believed in charity; he gave the rousing speeches how the system should be changed. Sometimes he left a marvelous, clean, blood-red rose, decorated with a black satin-ribbon, attached to her garden gate. When they met in that garden, they sat chastely under the white roses and spoke; June 1832 had gone, the revolution had failed, but they had whole life in front of them.