Mariana Pineda, like so many other historical or fictional characters, moves out of love, a love so intense and so pure that she does not even try to offer resistance, and that endows her with the courage, bravery and dignity to defend ideals to the death.
Sometimes love is a deep sea where we die drowned, a place that is at the same time a prison and a horizon, a time stopped where not even the air happens. Sometimes love is a snowy summer ... a chimera, a story that we tell ourselves in order to continue living.
Mariana Pineda's love is like that.