"My Diego: Mirror of the night. Your eyes green swords
inside my esh. waves between our hands. All of you in a
space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You
were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I
CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all

the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to under-
stand lines form shades movement. You fulll and I

receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and
reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours
which are my light. Auxochrome — Chromophore
It was the thirst of many years restrained in our body.
Chained words which we could not say except on the
lips of dreams. Everything was surrounded by the green
miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form,
the lashes of the owers responded to my touch, the
murmur of streams. There was all manner of fruits in the
juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the
horizon of the mammee and the puried pineapple. I
pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your
form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my
ngers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green
breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced
them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact
language for understanding the glances of our closed
eyes. = You are here, intangible and you are all the
universe which I shape into the space of my room. Your
absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in
the pulse of light; you breathe through the mirror. From
you to my hands, I caress your entire body, and I am with
you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And
my blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the
air from my heart to yours."

- Letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego