POEM TO FRIDA KAHLO
From night to night my life has a fragment
that nobody recognizes
the shadow of a lost story
that remains hidden under the stone of insanity and its mystery.
Tell me Frida, in which skies of the fog did you ask for mercy
to heal the wound that pierces like a thorn
the duality of life and its destiny?
In what waters of time did you see the reflection of your face shine?
In what seas of fire did you find the truth that even burning
on the bed of misery they revealed for you
the indecipherable oracle of faith and its wonder?
Howls of the xoloitzcuintli * we hear among the forests of insomnia
packs of omens haunting those shaky nights
revelations in the space of lonely dreams
to recreate in the middle of the world
of bitterness and its terrors the colorful
beauty of the soul
the transparency of a star and its sweetness.
Tell me Frida how much love remains
between the arteries of a troubled heart?
Tell me how to understand the unresolved love that wanders
between the millennial labyrinths?
What picture did you paint for Diego?
What poem did you write?
What song, what words to dissolve the broken hopes
in the rain of a warm morning?
Because under the dark voice of thunder
we are prey to the fiery mouth of the abyss
praying to a God to find a light that protects us
begging for a moment of peace where the flight of birds
be the wings of the archangels that shelter
our naked and hungry bodies
with the eternal thirst to love and be loved.
Under the shadow of the poplars ** we will make a talisman
with the colors of twilight
to be able to see the clarity of the road
that was always there for the world
from the beginning of time.
*Mexican dog
** Mexican tree
MARLENE PASINI
MEXICO
