I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of
“madness”. Then, I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and
tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others,
and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” Above all I would laugh at
my own stupidity. The day, or the
hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness
would not be an escape from “reality.”
Frida Kahlo
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