“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 … Continue reading
“…il y a là une porte entr-ouverte,au delà de laquelle il n’ya plus qu’un pas à faire pour, au sortir de la maison vacilante des poètes, se retrouver de plain-pied dans la vie” (Les Vases communicants, p.11) (…there is a door,half-opened, on the other side of which just one step has to be taken, in leaving the … Continue reading
Cartas de Frida Kahlo a Diego Rivera Diego: Nada comparable a tus manos ni nada igual al oro-verde de tus ojos. Mi cuerpo se llena de ti por días y días. Eres el espejo de la noche. La luz violeta del relámpago. La humedad de la tierra. El hueco de tus axilas es mi refugio. Toda mi alegría es sentir … Continue reading