HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida.
Autumn 2013 by Frida
“I draw parallel lines on your face tired,
I hate you and I love you all the time.
Changing mood I toss him
your anger, your discontent
I can barely stand.
– You’re on the balls, you have to die –
– Nasty slut creeping,
My Smile! My gratitude to heaven,
my happy days,
everything for which rejoice
it was you who deprive
and continue to suffer
and be mad at you.”