I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
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Frida Kahlo
Frida Kahlo de Rivera (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈfɾiða ˈkalo]; July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954), born Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón, was a Mexican painter, who mostly painted self-portraits. Inspired by Mexican popular culture, she employed a naïve folk art style to explore questions of identity, postcolonialism, gender, class, and race in Mexican society. Her paintings often had strong autobiographical elements and mixed realism with fantasy. In addition to belonging to the post-revolutionary Mexicanidad movement, which sought to define a Mexican identity, Kahlo has been described as a Surrealist or magical realist. Her work has been celebrated internationally as emblematic of Mexican national and indigenous traditions, and by feminists for what is seen as its uncompromising depiction of the female experience and form. Born to a German father and a mestiza mother, Kahlo spent most of her childhood and adult life at her family home, La Casa Azul, in Coyoacán. She was left disabled by polio as a child, and at the age of eighteen was seriously injured in a traffic accident, which caused her pain and medical problems for the rest of her life. Prior to the accident, she had been a promising student headed for medical school, but in the aftermath had to abandon higher education. Although art had been her hobby throughout her childhood, Kahlo began to entertain the idea of becoming an artist during her long recovery. She was also interested in politics and in 1927 joined the Mexican Communist Part
I want to be inside your darkest everything.
I want to be inside your darkest everything.
Diego: Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy…
You are the mirror of the night, the violent flash of lightning, the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter.
Nothing compares to your hands... My body is filled with you for days and days.
You are all the combinations of numbers of life.
Frida Kahlo: I love a man with melones that are bigger than mine. Diego Rivera: And I love a woman with cojones.
Diego Rivera: Thank you. Frida Kahlo: For what? Diego Rivera: For making a fat, old, crazy communist a happy man.
Diego Rivera: Is fidelity that important to you? Frida Kahlo: Loyalty is important to me. Can you be loyal?
They say never trust a limping dog or the tears of a woman.
I want you to burn this Judas of a body. I don't want to be buried. I've spent enough time lying down. Burn it.
You've been my comrade, my fellow artist, and my best friend, but you've never been my husband.
Careful, guys. This corpse is still breathing. Try to get me there in one piece.
I had two big accidents in my life Diego, the trolley and you....You are by far the worse.
Frida Kahlo: I just want your serious opinion. Diego Rivera: What do you care about my opinion? If you're a real painter, you'll paint because you can't live without painting. You'll paint till you die.
Diego Rivera: You know, I don't believe in God...but I thank him every day that he kept you safe for me. Frida Kahlo: Oh really?... I tell you he's got a lot of explaining to do.