FRIDA KAHLO
Durante su vida y carrera artística, Frida Kahlo rescató las raíces del arte popular mexicano, a través de su arte, su vestimenta e ideologías. Como una reconocida retratista, quien plasmaba en sus obras la influencia de la naturaleza y de los artificios de México, Frida realzó la cultura popular nacional.20-05-2023
ME COMPROMETO A CURAR LAS HERIDAS DE MIS ALAS,
ME COMPROMETO A NO ROMPERME MAS EN PEDAZOS.
ME COMPROMETO A ELEVAR AL CIELO MI ROSTRO.
ME COMPROMETO A LLENARME DE SUEÑOS.
... Y ME COMPROMETO A SER FELIZ!!!
Poem “Song of Autumn in Spring”
DE RUBEN DARIO
Youth, divine treasure,
and you'll not return!
When I want to cry, I do not cry...
and sometimes I cry without wanting to...
Plural has been the celestial
story of my heart.
She was a sweet girl, in this
world of mourning and affliction.
She looked like pure dawn;
She smiled like a flower.
It was her dark hair
made of night and pain.
I was shy like a child.
She, naturally, was,
for my love made of ermine,
Herodias and Salome...
Youth, divine treasure,
and you'll not return!
When I want to cry, I do not cry...
and sometimes I cry without wanting to...
And more comforting and more
flattering and expressive,
the other was more sensitive
which I never thought I would find.
Well, to your continuous tenderness
a violent passion united.
In a sheer chiffon peplum
a bacchante was involved...
In her arms she took my dream
and she lulled him to sleep like a baby...
And she killed you, sad and small,
lacking light, lacking faith...
Youth, divine treasure,
You left never to return!
When I want to cry, I do not cry...
and sometimes I cry without wanting to...
Another judged that it was my mouth
the case of her passion;
and that she would gnaw me, crazy,
with her teeth her heart.
Putting in a love of excess
the sight of her will,
while they were hug and kiss
synthesis of eternity;
and of our light meat
always imagine an Eden,
without thinking that Spring
and the meat ends too...
Youth, divine treasure,
and you'll not return!
When I want to cry, I do not cry...
and sometimes I cry without wanting to.
And the others! In so many climates,
in so many lands they always are,
if not excuses for my rhymes
ghosts of my heart.
In vain I looked for the princess
that she was sad to wait.
Life is hard. She is bitter and heavy.
There is no princess to sing anymore!
But despite the stubborn weather,
my thirst for love has no end;
with gray hair, I approach
to the rose bushes in the garden...
Youth, divine treasure,
and you'll not return!
When I want to cry, I do not cry...
and sometimes I cry without wanting to...
But the Golden Dawn is mine!
YA NO SE
ENCANTARAN MIS OJOS EN TUS OJOS.
Ya no se encantarán mis ojos en tus ojos,
Ya no se endulzará junto a ti mi dolor.
Pero hacia donde vaya llevaré tu mirada
y hacia donde caminos llevarás mi dolor.
Fui tuyo, fuiste mía. ¿Qué más? Juntos hicimos
un recodo en la ruta donde pasó el amor.
Fui tuyo, fuiste mía. Tu serás del que te ame,
del que corte en tu huerto lo que he sembrado yo.
Yo voy. Estoy triste: pero siempre estoy triste.
Vengo desde tus brazos. No sé hacia dónde voy.
...Desde tu corazón me dice adiós un niño.
Y yo le digo adiós.
