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(English translation done by me; apologies for any errors.)
“Nothing is comparable to your hands, nor is anything same as the gold-green of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violet light of the lightning.The dampness of the soil. The hollow of your armpits is my haven. All of my happiness is to feel the life which bursts from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill (?) all the paths of my nerves that are yours.”
Frida’s love letters never fail to render me speechless.
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