Everything is upside down
nothing has a name
there is movement
which I shape into the space of my room
the tangible form
of what’s enclosed in the belly
the immense tide
of the heart
the green miracle of my body
the one who gave birth to herself
not knowing that we are headed towards ourselves
I am the embryo, the germ, the first cell
wrapped in ancient roots

~ Cento of lines taken from Frida Kahlo’s Diary, translated by Barbara Crow de Toledo and Ricardo Pohlenz, p. 205, 206, 208, 210, 213, 214, 215, 228, 234, 249, 255, 271