I want to be inside your darkest everything. - Frida Kahlo

Sabes, mi cielo, que llueves en mí y yo, como la tierra, te recibo.

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.

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