Frida Kahlo The Broken Column painting

Frida Kahlo The Broken Column paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey painting
looked up from his plate to find a woman watching him. Her hair was so fair that it was almost white, and her skin possessed the colour and translucency of mountain ice. She laughed at him and turned away.
"Don't you get it?" he shouted after her, spewing sausage fragments from the corners of his mouth. "No thunderbolt. That's the point."
She came back to stand in front of him. "You're alive," she told him. "You got your . _That's_ the point."
He told Rekha: the moment she turned around and started walking back I fell in love with her. Alleluia Cone, climber of mountains, vanquisher of Everest, blonde yahudan, ice queen. Her challenge, _change your , or did you get it back for nothing_, I couldn't resist.
"You and your reincarnation junk," Rekha cajoled him. "Such a nonsense