It's hot here-a heat weave,
I keep writing.
And it's Frida Kahlo's birthday.
In her honor this door and her words.
I would like to be able to do whatever I want behind
the curtain of "madness." In this way, I would arrange
flowers, all day, I would paint pain, love, tenderness,
I would freely laugh at others, but above everything
I would laugh at myself. I would build my world
that would be mine and theirs as long as I live.
1 comment:
This is lovely. I think we all paint pain, it's just that some of us are still at the messy hand painting stage.
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