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“Kahlo is pink mountains of shrimp in the marketplace And barrio fiestas Where exotic Tehuana women with flowers in their hair Dance with rhythm and dignity While their long rabona skirts Billow out around them. Lo que el agua me ha dado. Kahlo is the colour of wild people and free thinkers Frida Kahlo is the colour of legends”

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Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

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“But now, inside the gallery, something happens to him. He finds his emotions gripped by the paintings, the huge, colorful canvases by Diego Rivera, the tiny, agonized self-portraits by Frida Kahlo, the woman Rivera loved. Fabien barely notices the crowds that cluster in front of the pictures. He stops before a perfect little painting in which she has pictured her spine as a cracked column. There is something about the grief in her eyes that won't let him look away. That is suffering, he thinks. He thinks about how long he's been moping about Sandrine, and it makes him feel embarrassed, self-indulgent. Theirs, he suspects, was not an epic love story like Diego and Frida's. He finds himself coming back again and again to stand in front of the same pictures, reading about the couple's life, the passion they shared for their art, for workers' rights, for each other. He feels an appetite growing within him for something bigger, better, more meaningful. He wants to live like these people. He has to make his writing better, to keep going. He has to. He is filled with an urge to go home and write something that is fresh and new and has in it the honesty of these pictures. Most of all he just wants to write. But what?”

“Destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing.”

“The short space of threescore years can never content the imagination of man; nor can the imperfect joys of this world satisfy his heart. Man alone, of all created beings, displays a natural contempt of existence, and yet a boundless desire to exist; he scorns life, but he dreads annihilation. These different feelings incessantly urged his soul to the contemplation of a future state, and religion directs his musings thither. Religion, then, is simply another form of hope; and it is no less natural to the human heart than hope itself.”

“La high society de aquí me cae muy gorda y siento un poco de rabia contra todos estos ricachones, pues he visto a miles de gentes en la más terrible miseria, sin comer y sin tener dónde dormir, ha sido lo que más me ha impresionado de aquí, es espantoso ver a los ricos haciendo de día y de noche parties, mientras se mueren de hambre miles y miles de gentes [...] Viven como en un enorme gallinero sucio y molesto. Las casas parecen hornos de pan y todo el confort del que hablan es un mito”