In a long-awaited meeting, Chilean novelist Isabel Allende speaks to us with sincerity, inviting us to accompany her on a personal journey that began in childhood. Her life, filled with noise and bustle, because "a serene and secure life is not a good subject for imagination."

Isabel Allende tells us about love; "which does not sprout like a wild plant but is carefully cultivated"; about age "which passes while one is busy making other plans"; about her experience in Lebanon and travels around the world, her journey as a novelist and a feminist, and what it means to be a woman in a man's world. She talks about her mother, that tree with deep roots; about her daughter Paula, who left in the bloom of life; about companions on the path; and about the women who invaded the men's world, the women of the soul.