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It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found what I saw it in your hands, in your month and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
Frida Kahlo’s remarkable love letters to Diego Rivera
It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found what I saw it in your hands, in your month and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Frida Kahlo’s remarkable love letters to Diego Rivera



Diego:
Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.


Frida Kahlo’s passionate handwritten love letters to Diego Rivera.

Diego:

Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.

Frida Kahlo’s passionate handwritten love letters to Diego Rivera.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
Frida Kahlo, reconstructionist. 

Frida Kahlo, reconstructionist


Kiss Diego for me and tell him I love him more than my own life.

A letter from Frida Kahlo. More famous correspondence here.

Kiss Diego for me and tell him I love him more than my own life.

A letter from Frida Kahlo. More famous correspondence here.

Pages from Frida Kahlo’s diaries, a fine addition to these glimpses inside the notebooks and sketchbooks of great creators.

( Flavorwire)