"Once up on a time in a far land called Mexico… A train clash into a bus. All passengers were thrown from one side to another. Among them there was a girl and a goldsmith with a sack of gold in dust. With the clash the gold exploded and, like in a movie scene, there she was… laying on the floor, split into two, like a broken doll covered by gold. Frida Kahlo was her name. And the clock stroke five… " (em «Não Kahlo», de Mónica Kahlo e Sílvia Raposo)
31/03/2018
