A Break, A Pause
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"Apenas te he dejado,
vas en mí, cristalina
o temblorosa,
o inquieta, herida por mí mismo
o colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos
se cierran sobre el don de la vida
que sin cesar te entrego.
Amor mío,
nos hemos encontrado
sedientos y nos hemos
bebido toda el agua y la sangre,
nos encontramos
con hambre
y nos mordimos
como el fuego muerde,
dejándonos heridos.
Pero espérame
guárdame tú dulzura.
Yo te daré también
una rosa."
▼
Pablo Neruda
, Ausencia
"When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people."
▼
Abraham Joshua Heschel
(Source:
truinn-ou
, via
arpeggia
)
![Frida Kahlo in a hospital bed, drawing her corset with help of a mirror by Juan Guzmán, 1951 Frida Kahlo wore plaster corsets for most of her life because her spine was too weak to support itself. She painted them, naturally, covering them with pasted scraps of fabric and drawings of tigers, monkeys, plumed birds, a blood-red hammer and sickle, and streetcars like the one whose handrail rammed through her body when she was eighteen years old. The corsets remain to this day in her famous blue house—their embedded mirrors reflecting back our gazes, their collages bringing the whole world into stricture. In one, an open circle has been carved into the plaster like a skylight near the heart. Frida’s corsets hardened around unspeakable longing. They still frame an invisible woman, still naked in her want, still calling to deaf men in the rain. I find them beautiful. She would have given anything, perhaps, to have a body that rendered them irrelevant. [ftp]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ie41eJfM1qaxnilo1_500.jpg)
