A letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera July 23, 1935 A certain letter I happened to see, in a certain coat, belonging to a certain man, coming from a certain lady from distant and damned Germany. I think it must be the lady that Willi Valentiner sent here to have fun and with scientific, artistic, and archeological purposes . . .made me angry and to tell you the truth, jealous . . . Why do I have to be so stubborn and obstinate as not to understand that the letters, the problems with skirts, the female teachers of . . . English, the Gypsy models, the helpers with good will, the disciples interested in the art of painting, and the plenipotentiary women sent from faraway places are just simply jokes, and that deep inside you and I love each other a lot? Even if we experience endless adventures, cracks in the doors, mentions of our mothers, and international complaints, dont we always love each other? I think that what is happening is that I am a little stupid and a fool because all these things have happened and have repeated themselves during the seven years that we have lived together. (This part brings me close to tears) All this anger has simply made me understand better that I love you more than my own skin, and that even though you dont love me as much, you love me a little anyway-- dont you? If this is not true, Ill always be hopeful that it could be, and thats enough for me . . . Love me a little I adore you Frida
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