“You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.” LovePassionSunColorPainterDiaryFrida KahloDiego RiveraDiary Of Frida Book:The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait Source: The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait