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The Blasphemy of Frida

Speak not of who I married.

Talented, my own right.

Imitation grand

And flattering

But tonight

Step back

Forget what Frida would like.

If that’s blasphemy

Then let it be.

After all, who do you think had to die

The day Frida found life?

Be present,

Be alive.

If I remain sleeping

Who rises to fight?

Small wonder,

Crossing into insanity

Imprisoned but able to fly

Critics and plain old apathy

It’s hard to look at her straight in the eyes

The lady

The strange one with nothing but time.

Countless skulls now painted in tribute

She has her place in history

The lady, she has her name.

It’s time, now let Frida rest

It’s your time now

You are what remains.

Stake claim,

Move beyond

Offenses–

She would have wanted it this way.

A time when little daughters

Walked bold and made their own way.

Generations from now

Her dream, dear

Was not a moment of fame.

It was legacy born of a day

Who would have faulted a broken girl

Had she chose to stay hidden away?

Before you give your voice away

Or bow to self imposed shame

Consider for a moment

This was yours

Her legacy

It’s your day,

when Frida remembers your name

–fin–

Estela Caballero

Escrito para mi hija, sobrinas, hermanas, mama, primas, abuelas amigas y las que todavia no nacen.

If you want to know more, I’ve succeeded!

http://www.pbs.org/weta/fridakahlo/worksofart/monkey.html

http://www.theartstory.org/artist-kahlo-frida.htm

The bio and chisme sobre http://www.biography.com/people/frida-kahlo-9359496

Follow Me To 10

Open Letter & Warning Of The Borg,

I resisted the borg for a long time.  Confession: I have been spending a lot otoo muchf time on Twitter.  I know, I’m shameless.  Only the strong willed should visit me there @esteladewa

I have seen some of you there but you exhibit such self control– Jedi like control I lack.

Miss you guys!  I am starting Twitter-hab tomorrow and will return to normalcy (my normal which we know is still nutty) soon. Here is a quick update of what happened while I was in the Twitterverse.

I had a serious talk with myself and did a self check:  

If I am spending too much time editing my selfies I:

1.  Need to stop because then people won’t recognize me in real life.

2.  May need to continue so people don’t recognize me in real life.

3.  Need to get different color liquid foundation make up so my face is the same color as my neck.

4.  Need to be a little concerned that I am taking selfies at all.

I also:

1.  Told my husband that typing in bed at night was good for our marriage.  If my keyboard clicking didn’t wake him up at night he would have to admit I was perfect and it’s hard to be married to someone perfect.  I was only thinking about him and his own mental well being.

2.  One of my sons graduated from high school and proudly announced he was “…taking time off” before starting college classes.  I was at a loss for words– so was he when I asked what exactly he was taking time off from.  The “breaker” can be seen here on his dad’s shoulders.

Esos Si Son

3.  I cried and said they were tears of joy when they saw me. 


4.  I cried for a lot of reasons when they didn’t see me.

5.  I went overboard with the pictures.

6.  Then I contemplated what the world would be like if people in the past had lived, died and measured their worth or pursuit of passion by likes or followers.

A world without Green Eggs & Ham....
A world without Green Eggs & Ham….
You mean we don’t have to just be beautiful or strong? Smart or liked? Talented or pretty? A world where strong is lady-like!
Frida
Not all super heroes are that obvious.  Some look like people you know.
Not all super heroes are that obvious. Some look like people you know.  Chespirito ❤

7.  I discovered some new people that I am happy live today and don’t appear to live or die or measure their worth or pursuit of passion by likes or followers.  I invite you to get to know them.

AnotherPola Lopez
Artist: Pola Lopez
Apache & Carserbo Venezuelan Hip-Hop Artistas that use music to make you move and take on police corruption at the same time.
Apache & Carserbo
Venezuelan Hip-Hop Artistas that use music to make you move and take on police corruption at the same time.
Kinto Sol: Brothers With A Message Worth Listening To
Kinto Sol: Brothers With A Message Worth Listening To

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8.  I got mad.

These things don't happen right.....
These things don’t happen right…..
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Los Desaparecidos de Argentina. These things don’t happen right?
Missing Women of Juarez Mexico
Missing Women of Juarez Mexico
A Serial Killer and People in The Neighborhood Knew Little To Nothing Over How Many Years...
A Serial Killer and People in The Neighborhood Knew Little To Nothing Over How Many Years…

9.  Then I fell asleep hoping some of it was a bad dream.

10.  I woke up.  I realized one person can make a difference.  We have to for the ones that can’t anymore.

fin

Estela

The Evil Eye by Estela Caballero

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“Teach me to cook,” I pleaded. “You love him don’t you?” “Yes, I do.” “Then you know how to cook.” Obviously she didn’t remember hot dog and egg experiment.  Maybe she had fed it to the cat under the table. She was kind and would have eaten failed experiments every day.  Her beautiful face could convince the worst cook in the world she was a culinary genius.  The flavors secondary.  To be a good cook you must always do it with love in your heart.  The flavors would catch up to the expression she believed cooking for a loved one was.  A meal was a message.  It needn’t be expensive or complicated.  In fact, simple food let the main ingredient shine.  Whenever she emerged into the room to announce the food was ready, her children saw her as nothing short of a magical being that could make a small feast…

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