Mirror of the night
Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. 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 understand lines form shades movement.
You fulfill and I receive.
Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. 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 understand lines form shades movement.
You fulfill 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.*
and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours
which are my light.*
http://www.moonassi.com/
*from Frida Kahlo’s Passionate Hand-Written Love Letters to Diego Rivera
