Tuesday 22 May 2012

DANCE OF DEATH


FRIDA KAHLO, Heinrich Ford Hospital, 1932.



I never understood Frida better

than I do now

sitting in the dark

of this closed box.

Anguish

my body exploding

creatures colonizing my organs.

I wish

I hadn’t done that.

Partially reversible.

Partially murdering.

Virgins are dancing inside me

they dance and suffocate me.

I became lame

but it was not the polio.

Dance of death.

The sleeping pills

will have their effect

soon.


2 comments:

Vale said...

Quando sono stata a Ciudad de Mexico ho visitato la casa di Frida.

Indescrivibile.

Sunshine said...

wow..com'era??se c'è una pittrice a cui mi sento vicina è proprio lei...