I am a poor little deer. - Frida Kahlo

Pies pa' que los quiero, si tengo alas pa' volar

Quisiera darte todo lo que nunca hubieras tenido, y ni así sabrías la maravilla que es poder quererte

A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious and something was hidden, guessing what it was was a game for me. If you knew how terrible it is to know suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning elucidated the earth. Now I live in a painful planet, transparent as ice; but it is as if I had learned everything at once in seconds.