Frida Kahlo (Text: Love Letters from her Diary)
Frida Kahlo (Text: Love Letters from her Diary)
Acrylic on Canvas,
46.75in x 30in, 2022
My Diego: Mirror of the night. Your eyes green swords
inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a
space full of sounds— in the shade and in the light. You
were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I
CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all the
combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand
lines form shades movement. You fulll and I receive. Your
word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells
which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.
Auxochrome — Chromophore It was the thirst of many
years restrained in our body. Chained words which we
could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was
surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your
body. Upon your form, the lashes of the owers responded
to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner
of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegran-
ate, the horizon of the mammee and the puried pineapple.
I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your
form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my
fingers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green
breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced them
with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language
for understanding the glances of our closed eyes. = You are
here, intangible and you are all the universe which I shape
into the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling
in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; you breathe
through the mirror. From you to my hands, I caress your
entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with
myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which
runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.
Mi Diego: Espejo de la noche. Tus ojos espadas verdes
dentro de mi carne, ondas entre nuestras manos. Todo tú
en el espacio lleno de sonidos – En la sombra y en la luz.
Tú te llamarás Auxocromo el que capta el color. Yo Cromo-
foro – La que da el color. Tú eres todas las combina- ciones
de números. La vida. Mi deseo es entender la línea la
forma el movimiento. Tú llenas y yo recibo. Tu palabra
recorre todo el espacio y llega a mis células que son mis
astros y va a las tuyas que son mi luz. auxocromo = cromo-
foro Era sed de muchos años retenida en nuestro cuerpo.
Palabras encadenadas que no pudimos decir sino en los
labios del sueño. Todo lo rodeaba el milagro vegetal del
paisaje de tu cuerpo. Sobre tu forma, a mi tacto respond-
ieron las pestañas de las ores. Todas las frutas había en el
jugo de tus labios, la sangre de la granada, el tramonto del
mamey y la piña acrisolada. Te oprimí contra mi pecho y el
prodigio de tu forma penetró en toda mi sangre por la yema
de mis dedos. Olor a esencia de roble, a recuerdo de nogal,
a verde aliento de fresno. Horizontes y paisajes que recorrí
con el beso. Un olvido de palabras formará el idioma exacto
para entender las miradas de nuestros ojos cerrados.