""Since you wrote to me, on that Clear,
distant day, I have wanted to ex-
plain to you, that I can’t get away from the
days, or return in time to that other
time. I have not forgotten you — the
nights are long and difficult.
The water. The ship and the dock and
the parting which made you appear
so small, to my eyes,
framed in that round port-
hole, and you gazing at me so as
to keep me in your heart.
Everything is untouched. Later,
came the days, new of you.
Today, I wish my sun could touch
you. I tell you, your eyeball is
my eyeball, the puppet characters
all arranged in their large glass
room, belong to us both.
Yours is the huipil with magenta
ribbons. Mine the ancient
squares of your Paris, above all,
the magnificent — [Place] des Vosges.”
— Frida Kahlo, from a diary entry"