Inky worlds / Stains / Desire / Love / Rain / Flowers | The Diary Of Frida Kahlo

inky worlds – a free
land and mine. distant suns
that call to me because
I am part of their nuclei.
Rubbish. What would I do
without the absurd and the ephemeral?
1953 for many years I have understood
dialectical materialism.

Frida Kahlo

Who would say that stains
live and help one to live?
Ink, blood, odor.
I don’t know what ink he would use
so eager to leave his mark
in such a way. I respect his
entreaty and I’ll do what
I can to escape from
my world.

Frida Kahlo

DESIRE
The one who gave birth to herself
ICELTI
who wrote me the most
marvelous poem
of her whole life

I’d … give
sea
do
kiss
I love Diego and no one else

Frida Kahlo

“You understand everything. The ultimate union. You suffer rejoice love rage kiss laugh. We were born for the same thing. To discover and love what has been discovered, hidden. With the grief of always losing it. You are beautiful. I endow you with your beauty. Soft in your immense sadness. Simple bitterness. Arms you against everything that does not free you. Rebellion against everything that chains you. You love. Love me as the center. Me as yourself. It won’t achieve a prodigious memory of you passing through my life scattering jewels I’ll only collect after you’ve gone. There is no distance. Only time. Listen to me caress me with what you’re looking for and with what you search. I’m going to you and to me. Like all the whole songs seen.”

The Diary of Frida Kahlo,  An Intimate Self Portait

Today Wednesday 22 of January 1947
You rain on me – I sky you
You’re the fineness, childhood, life – my love – little boy – old man mother and center – blue – tender- ness – I hand you my universe and you live me It is you whom I love today.
= I love you with all my loves
I’ll give you the forest with a little house in it with all the good things there are in my construction, you’ll live joyfully – I want you to live joyfully. Although I always give you my absurd solitude and the monot- ony of a whole diversity of loves – Will you? Today I’m loving the beginnings and you love your mother.

The Diary of Frida Kahlo,  An Intimate Self Portait

Nobody will ever know how much I love Diego.
I don’t want anything to hurt him. nothing to bother him or to sap the energy that he needs to live –
To live the way he feels better. Painting, seeing, loving, eating, sleeping, feel- ing lonely, feeling accom- panied – but I never want him to be sad and if I had my health I’d like to give it all to him if I had my youth he could have it all I’m not just your –mother–

 The Diary of Frida Kahlo,  An Intimate Self Portait

Diego beginning
Diego builder
Diego my child
Diego my boyfriend
Diego painter
Diego my lover
Diego “my husband”
Diego my friend
Diego my mother
Diego my father
Diego my son
Diego = me =
Diego Universe
Diversity within unity.

 The Diary of Frida Kahlo,  An Intimate Self Portait

I wish xxxx xxxx xxx
xxxxx = xxxxx
– xxxx –
xxxxx I could do what-
ever I liked –
behind the curtain of “madness”
hen: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint, pain, love and tenderness, I’d laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity

 The Diary of Frida Kahlo,  An Intimate Self Portait