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FRIDA KAHLO meets ERIC CANTONA

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They always put the wheelchairs
behind the goals. That’s how Frida
and I met. She was sketching me.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I was sketching his shirt. I love
the recklessness of his upturned collar.
I will use it for my next self-portrait.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We make things visible that are
not visible. I make goals out of nothing,
Frida makes many Fridas visible.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I don’t get out much. Diego does
the cooking. I cover his murals
with mirrors. I paint what I see.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Remember my kung fu at the Palace?
When the merde hit the fan
you give me a Mexican wave.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It was a wave of dismissal. I’m bored
of petty Napoleons. Like the ball you kick,
you are just a bag of wind. Goodbye!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Au revoir to you, mon petite sardine!
Your eyebrows are like my drawing of
the seagulls that follow the trawler.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/frida-kahlo-meets-eric-cantona/