This upper class is disgusting and I'm furious at all these rich people here, having seen thousands of people in abject squalor. - Frida Kahlo

Can verbs be made up? I'll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly.

I have not forgotten you — the nights are long and difficult. You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is you. You felt it, that’s why you let that ship take me away from Le Havre where you never said good-bye to me. I will write to you with my eyes, always. For you is all.

I’m more and more convinced it’s only through communism that we can become human.