The Rose Garden

Tuesday, 5th of June 2018

 
June, red roses bloomed to rest peacefully, one by one, under my eyes. And you, my love? Where have you been? Would you be fully merry to see them as I do in this very moment? I can’t hear your voice neither your answer, but, in secret, I will linger, hover and wait for you in this endless garden of roses.

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Tuesday, 3rd of October 2017

Fall arrived into a disappearing Summer, there is a terminus for everything but I keep going, following the traces left by the angels and the white butterflies. The flowers are withered, rain hasn’t been falling, so they faded, they faded into you. Should I replace the rain with my tears so they can bloom again? So you can be content again? Or should I wait, be hopeful … trust with patient that every terminus will encounter a beginning?

 

Frida Kahlo – A Biography

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Frida Kahlo used to say that she had two serious accidents in her life: the first one was the accident on the bus and the second one was Diego (her husband), but, even so, she carried on in life and inspired many souls. Today, I’m sharing with you this amazing book illustrated and written by the talented artist Maria Hesse. Every page of this biography is an achievement of perfection, I have cried and laugh while reading it, and cried especially when I read a transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her beloved Diego. I don’t want to reduce this book to this paragraph or even her art, but it shows clearly how she felt life and the great capacity of loving the one who hurt her the most. I guess love is this…: accepting the faults, learning to forgive and respect which one oneness.  She was not a surrealist, she was an artist who felt viscerally everything with brushes, shapes, and colors. Thank you, Frida, for existing and thank you, Maria Hesse, for devoting your time to this unique book.

The transcription of Frida Kahlo’s diary written to her Diego:

Diego – the beginning,

Diego – the constructor,

Diego – my child,

Diego – my fiancé,

Diego – painter,

Diego – my lover,

Diego –  My Husband!

Diego – my mother,

Diego – my child,

Diego – me,

Diego – the universe,

Diversity in oneness.

Why do I call him My Diego? ’cause he will never belong to me. He belongs only to itself.

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(the original spanish version)

“Diego – princípio, Diego – constructor, Diego – mi niño, Diego – mi novio, Diego  – pintor, Diego – mi amante, Diego – !mi esposo!, Diego – mi amigo, Diego – mi padre, Diego – mi madre, Diego – mi hijo, Diego – yo, Diego – universo. Diversidad en la unidad. Por que lo llamo mi Diego? Nunca fue ni será mio. És de él mismo.”