Dear Frida Kahlo,
Was it your intention to show the beauty of pain? Or was it subconscious secretion? Did tear dripping brush tips offer any relief of your sorrows?
I have so many questions and this letra was suppose to be one of pure admiration. I always wanted to tell you that I feel como un chango hanging in one of your creations. And when I see pictures of you, I feel like I'm looking at a picture of my Tia. Maybe because my Tia Joanne has one of your paintings hanging in her chante? Maybe because we are just kindred souls, or some shit like that?
I hope you don't mind my foul lengua. I don't think you will. I have this impression that you like to spit muchos chingas, cabron y des madre. Maybe this is the down-to-earth realness you blossom in your reality?
Frida, Frida. What more can I say but Tlazo (Love and thank-you con la energia creyendo en la corazon de nuestra madre tierrasita). I see a little of you in all women. And I see all women in You. Tlazo.
You teach me that heart-ache, sorrow, doubt and pain magnifies the joy of seeing the sun caressing my son's face for the first time.
And to use that energia... and paint. Paint it blue, paint it sangre rojo, Bruja Brown, Paloma Negra y lagrima gray. Tlazo.
My words have run dry but my feelings never cease to flow, como agua.
Tlazo to La Santa who didn't need no legs. Por que, she had wings to fly........
Con un Amor Revolucionaria,
Juaquin Murrieta
P.S. You wear a una-brow way better then la Salma Hayek.
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