Papa painted small landscapes by the river in Coyoacán, and copied sentimental paintings in watercolour and oil. Afterwards, he gave me a little box … - Frida Kahlo

I’ll try out the pencils
sharpened to the point of infinity
which always sees ahead:

Green — good warm light

Magenta — Aztec. old TLAPALI
blood of prickly pear, the
brightest and oldest

[Brown — ] color of mole, of leaves becoming
earth

[Yellow — ] madness sickness fear
part of the sun and of happiness

[Blue — ] electricity and purity love

[Black — ] nothing is black — really nothing

[Olive — ] leaves, sadness, science, the whole
of Germany is this color

[Yellow — ] more madness and mystery
all the ghosts wear
clothes of this color, or at
least their underclothes

[Dark blue — ] color of bad advertisements
and of good business

[Blue — ]distance. Tenderness
can also be this blue
blood?

"They sit for hours in the "cafes" warming their precious behinds, and talk without stopping about "culture" "art" "revolution" and so on and so forth, thinking themselves the gods of the world, dreaming the most fantastic nonsenses and poisoning the air with theories and theories that never come true."

A veces quisiera estar dentro de tu cabeza, para para saber que es lo que piensas, sientes