La Vida Callada

The unspoken life
Giver of worlds
What's most important
Is non-expectancy


The morning is born
The red friends
The big blues


Leaves in one's hands
Noisy birds
Fingers in one's hair
Dove's nests
Unlikely understanding
Within the human race
Simplicity in the song of the unreason
Madness in the wind of my heart


They mustn't rhyme girl!


Sweet chocolate
Of ancient Mexico
Storm in the blood
That enters by mouth
Convulsion, omen
Laughter and fine teeth
Pearl needles
As a gift


Of a seventh of July
I wish for it it comes
I sing, I sang
I will sing from today
Of our magic-love


The unspoken life
Giver of worlds
Wounded deer
Great living fruit
Death departs
Lines, shapes, nests
Hidden rhythms


The hands construct
Tehuana robes
The eyes open
Little Mariana
The "Diego-like" senses
Whole tears
Rays, pains, suns
All very clear
Cosmic Truths
That live without din.


Tree of hope
Stand firm!

Words by Frida Kahlo

Music by Clara Sanabras

Recorded by the Dublin Drag Orchestra

and blowing my mind