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Dove and Roots
There at the end of the village she lives, where the path through the village ends in the jungle. There in the deep green she has a small house. Let's go, I'll show you her house. Frida's house! The path leading to her is thickly overgrown, full of wild vegetation and lush growth. Can you smell it, the broken palm leaves as they mix with the moist, minty air of the breathing jungle? Breathe deeply and breathe in rhythm with the sounds around us. Look at the monkeys, small and delicate. They run ahead and guide us deeper into her heart. Into the heart of Frida herself! Flowers bloom everywhere. Exotic, wild, and beautiful to behold. All along the wild overgrown path. Step over the small brook, filled with her tears. With Frida's tears of joy and sorrow. More sorrow than joy!
Step over the damp, gigantic roots of the ancient trees that stand here, and then you can see it. There it stands, her house. Frida's house! They circle around here. The doves. So many doves trace their paths over her roof. So white and delicate in their plumage. They look like little angels. She feeds them. Frida feeds them! Look at the garden, lined with sapote whose fruits taste like chocolate pudding. Sweet and creamy-fine. Like a tender pain. Frida's pain! The table in the garden is set with flowers and fruits, as if she has been expecting us. Can you smell it?
The flowers and the citrus fruits. How they mix with the ground coffee in the coffee grinder on the table with the fruits and flowers. She ground it. Frida ground it!
She was just here. You can tell by the cigar that still glows in the stone ashtray on the table with the fruits and flowers. Flower arrangements that look like they are jewelry. Hair jewelry, Frida's hair jewelry! Softly and quietly, the tobacco smoke weaves its waves through the twilight and the beginning evening. The deep, Mexican jungle settles down. Frida has done so too. Look through her window and tell me what you see? There she lies sleeping, surrounded by her paintings. Painted in soft and balsamic colors. Paintings painted under pain and sorrow. How can a single person create so much beauty under so much pain? She could do it. Frida could do it! So many paintings of herself she painted. She said she was too often alone and lonely, and she knew herself best. That's how she once said it! And do you know what else she said: I don't need feet to walk because I have wings to fly!...and it was true! And now let us go quietly again and let her rest. Or better,...let us let her fly to the places of her paintings. Frida's paintings!
Paloma y Raíces-Dove and Roots
"I always thought I was the strangest person in the world, but later I thought there are many such people in the world, so there must be someone like me who feels just as bizarre and damaged as I feel. I imagine the woman, and I imagine that she over there is thinking of me too. So well, I hope when you are there and reading this, you know that it is true that I am there and just as strange as you."
-Frida Kahlo-
Step over the damp, gigantic roots of the ancient trees that stand here, and then you can see it. There it stands, her house. Frida's house! They circle around here. The doves. So many doves trace their paths over her roof. So white and delicate in their plumage. They look like little angels. She feeds them. Frida feeds them! Look at the garden, lined with sapote whose fruits taste like chocolate pudding. Sweet and creamy-fine. Like a tender pain. Frida's pain! The table in the garden is set with flowers and fruits, as if she has been expecting us. Can you smell it?
The flowers and the citrus fruits. How they mix with the ground coffee in the coffee grinder on the table with the fruits and flowers. She ground it. Frida ground it!
She was just here. You can tell by the cigar that still glows in the stone ashtray on the table with the fruits and flowers. Flower arrangements that look like they are jewelry. Hair jewelry, Frida's hair jewelry! Softly and quietly, the tobacco smoke weaves its waves through the twilight and the beginning evening. The deep, Mexican jungle settles down. Frida has done so too. Look through her window and tell me what you see? There she lies sleeping, surrounded by her paintings. Painted in soft and balsamic colors. Paintings painted under pain and sorrow. How can a single person create so much beauty under so much pain? She could do it. Frida could do it! So many paintings of herself she painted. She said she was too often alone and lonely, and she knew herself best. That's how she once said it! And do you know what else she said: I don't need feet to walk because I have wings to fly!...and it was true! And now let us go quietly again and let her rest. Or better,...let us let her fly to the places of her paintings. Frida's paintings!
Paloma y Raíces-Dove and Roots
"I always thought I was the strangest person in the world, but later I thought there are many such people in the world, so there must be someone like me who feels just as bizarre and damaged as I feel. I imagine the woman, and I imagine that she over there is thinking of me too. So well, I hope when you are there and reading this, you know that it is true that I am there and just as strange as you."
-Frida Kahlo-
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