In a world where stories are not just told,but lived,Zarinca was a woman who sang to the world not only with her voice,but with her entire existence.A woman born from the blood of a people full of passion and suffering,but also of boundless beauty,who faced all the trials of life to follow her dream.She did not only sing on the stages of the theaters of Paris,Cairo or Buenos Aires,but she sang with her whole being,living each note as an inner battle,each verse as a promise of a new rebirth.She was a woman who faced longing,betrayal and separations,but also love which was,for her,a complex art,a story not fully understood even by those who lived it alongside her.Zarinca was not just a singer.She was a woman what transformed her life into an unforgettable melody,a symphony of dreams and disappointments,an arpeggio of hope and despair.When people listened to her sing,they heard not only music,but every pain and every joy of her life.Zarinca faced each day with the courage of a tigress,each night with the wisdom of a woman who understood that life,even in its darkest moments,is worth living with all her passion.She fought for love,for respect,for her place in the world,but especially to find her way in the midst of a tumult of events that seemed to swallow her up.But she never gave up.Each of her battles,whether they were fought on the streets of Paris,in the luxurious salons of Cairo or in the hearts of those who had loved and betrayed her,was won with a voice that brought comfo
| Número de páginas | 166 |
| Edición | 1 (2026) |
| Formato | A5 (148x210) |
| Acabado | Tapa blanda (con solapas) |
| Coloración | Blanco y negro |
| Tipo de papel | Estucado Mate 90g |
| Idioma | Español |
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