Magdalena Carmen Frida kahlo Calderòn was a mexican poestist and painter. The thoughts that comes to my mind in about this woman, is just inspiration, admiration... She was a great person in the women lifes; her way to think about the life, the men, her awesome way to think mature.
But, she was a wonderful poestist and painter, not only by her mind, she had a great wonderful style!
unfortunatly, she spent many time in bed by some health problems... but that didnt stop her !
here I'm gonna let some paintings about her and some writtens.
Also you think this woman is such a wonderful artist? sure she is one of my favourites artists!
"Diego.
Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
F."
"For my Diegothe silent life giver of worlds, what is most important is the nonillusion. morning breaks, the friendly reds, the big blues, hands full of leaves, noisy birds, fingers in the hair, pigeons’ nests a rare understanding of human struggle simplicity of the senseless song the folly of the wind in my heart = don’t let them rhyme girl = sweet xocolatl [chocolate] of ancient Mexico, storm in the blood that comes in through the mouth — convulsion, omen, laughter and sheer teeth needles of pearl, for some gift on a seventh of July, I ask for it, I get it, I sing, sang, I’ll sing from now on our magic — love."
" Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic"
-Frida Kahlo
" Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic"
-Frida Kahlo
Hope you guys enjoy this post a lot! it was a pleasure for me to talk about this woman!
Se you on the next!
love, Thais.
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