HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida.

PRIVATE JOY

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,

corpse of what was mine!

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.”