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| Frida Kahlo's paintings |
Do I ever stop to forgive you out of love?
Do not scold you, when you stab me ...
If your scream to me you do not cry ...
If my heart by your pain is not nailed
Who else would tolerate your desperate
Embracing to death?
Spit in my face, beloved,
The green bile, which kills you ...
Be anchored with teeth and nails to me
Tearing apart my skin, that bears
In your moan that was to caress it ...
To me let's never be you a loser ...
With me the remorse and shadows are frayed ...
Resistant and stone built the home,
Where I 'm waiting you the wake of the dream ...
