The Song of Frida Kahlo :
Our love can hardly have a name
There is no way to say it
Diego is the river
To the Ocean of my soul
I need him near me.
My skeleton inside tells me
the time to live is now.
The pink fruits are cut open
and lovely to the eye.
Fruit are like flowers,
Waiting to be chosen.
Painting is the only skill I have
I paint flowers so they will not die.
That way no matter what the pain
Life is worth living....life is worth living..
If I were dying I’d be thinking of Diego
Death’s the only way I’d part from him
If I were dying I’d be leaving with Diego
In my heart….in my heart.
The flowers are re-opening
They are needing to be captured
A Naturaleza Vida
Painted in my bed.
Where my broken body rests...
Where my broken body rests.
Painting is the only skill I have
I paint flowers so they will not die.
That way no matter what the pain
Life is worth living....life is worth living..
Kristine Byrne. Original from 2008.
Edited Oct 2019
The Song of Frida Kahlo :
Our love can hardly have a name
There is no way to say it
Diego is the river
to the Ocean of my soul
I need him near me.
My skeleton inside tells me
the time to live is now.
The pink fruits are cut open
and loveliness abounds.
Fruit are like the flowers,
Waiting to be chosen.
Painting is the only skill I have
I paint flowers so they will not die.
That way no matter what the pain
Life is worth living....life is worth living..
If I were dying I’d be thinking of Diego
Death’s the only way I’d part from him
If I were dying I’d be leaving with Diego
In my heart….in my heart.
The flowers in full bloom are
here beside me in my room.
A Naturaleza Vida
Painted from my bed....
Where my broken body rests...
Where my broken body rests.
Painting is the only skill I have
I paint flowers so they will not die.
That way no matter what the pain
Life is worth living....life is worth living..
Kristine Byrne. Original from 2008.
Edited Oct 2019