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Frida Kahlo: ljubavna pisma
„Ne znam pisati ljubavna pisma… ali htjela sam ti reći da se cijelo moje biće otvorilo za tebe… otkad sam se zaljubila, sve se preobrazilo i puno je ljepote… ljubav je poput arome, poput struje, poput kiše.“
Frida Kahlo nije samo jedna od najvažnijih umjetnica 20. stoljeća. Ona je globalna ikona koja je odavno prerasla okvire galerija i postala dio popularne kulture. Njezini autoportreti, prepoznatljiv stil i beskompromisna iskrenost oblikovali su način na koji danas govorimo o identitetu, tijelu, boli i ljubavi. Iako je ostala upamćena kao autorica snažnih, intimnih slika, jednako iskreno govorila je i riječima. Frida Kahlo: ljubavna pisma donosi izbor njezinih najdirljivijih pisama, nastalih iz strasti, čežnje, ranjivosti i neugasle potrebe da voli do samog, bolnog kraja.
Iako je veći dio života bila u braku s Diegom Riverom, njihova ljubav bila je burna i slojevita, a Frida je pisala često i drugima: Alejandru Gómez Ariasu, Julienu Levyju, Nickolasu Murayu, Joséu Bartoliju… U tim pismima otkrivamo Fridu bez okvira i mita: duhovitu, nježnu, žestoku, slomljenu i neodoljivo živu.
Posebna vrijednost ove knjige je u tome što neka pisma dolaze ukrašena Fridinim crtežima, a mnoga su pisma reproducirana u faksimilu, uz arhivske fotografije i odabrane slike.
Frida Kahlo nije samo jedna od najvažnijih umjetnica 20. stoljeća. Ona je globalna ikona koja je odavno prerasla okvire galerija i postala dio popularne kulture. Njezini autoportreti, prepoznatljiv stil i beskompromisna iskrenost oblikovali su način na koji danas govorimo o identitetu, tijelu, boli i ljubavi. Iako je ostala upamćena kao autorica snažnih, intimnih slika, jednako iskreno govorila je i riječima. Frida Kahlo: ljubavna pisma donosi izbor njezinih najdirljivijih pisama, nastalih iz strasti, čežnje, ranjivosti i neugasle potrebe da voli do samog, bolnog kraja.
Iako je veći dio života bila u braku s Diegom Riverom, njihova ljubav bila je burna i slojevita, a Frida je pisala često i drugima: Alejandru Gómez Ariasu, Julienu Levyju, Nickolasu Murayu, Joséu Bartoliju… U tim pismima otkrivamo Fridu bez okvira i mita: duhovitu, nježnu, žestoku, slomljenu i neodoljivo živu.
Posebna vrijednost ove knjige je u tome što neka pisma dolaze ukrašena Fridinim crtežima, a mnoga su pisma reproducirana u faksimilu, uz arhivske fotografije i odabrane slike.
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159 pages, Hardcover
Published April 1, 2026
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June 17, 2026
Świetny zbiór! Pozwala spojrzeć na postać Fridy Kahlo z bardziej osobistej perspektywy. Książka zawiera zdjęcia oryginalnych listów, obrazy i fotografie Fridy, a także wstawki biograficzne poszczególnych postaci, więc nawet ktoś niezaznajomiony z biografią Fridy może bez problemu zagłębić się w lekturę.
Magiczna była to lektura. Chciałabym otrzymywać tak piękne listy
Magiczna była to lektura. Chciałabym otrzymywać tak piękne listy
April 19, 2025
This is a fascinating book, focused on just one small part of the life of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. Put simply, we see in detail the letters that she wrote to the men and women that she loved. All the people that she intersected with at different stages in her life, from her teenage years right through to her death at only 47. As with her art, her love was always powerful, expressive and full of hidden meanings.
It has to be said that our impression is a little one sided. We hear Frida’s voice but very little from the people that she professed to love so deeply. It wold be wonderful to hear if they expressed the same amount of passion and love in their letters to her. We have glimpses. We know that her first love Alejandro kept all of her letters. Ignacio had a passionate affair with Frida for only about three months, but kept all of her letters and photos in a small lacquered box made of aromatic wood. Fifty years later, in 1986, he gave a lecture about Frida, and his words then capture some of her spirit.
Not knowing the life of Frida that well, there was much to learn from this short collection. I knew that she was injured in an accident and often in pain. I had not realised that she continued to have operations throughout her life. The letter show something of the persistence of the pain she experienced. The week and sometimes months that she had to spend in different hospitals were hard for Frida, and must have left her feeling very lonely. The reliance on letters for any form of personal news must also have made these periods of isolation hard.
The love letters allow us to glimpse the artists passion for the people around her. She was not afraid to say how much she loved someone, in words that must have made them feel very special. There are twenty-five years between the first and last letters in the book, a period that represents almost the whole of Frida’s adult life. The words always remain full of emotion and passion. Over time they become more poetic and complex. At one point she uses an acrostic to spell out the name of her lover and at the same time make a list of words that describe the man or her emotions for him. From quite a young age there would also be drawings within her letters – faces or animals that foreshadow her later works and interests.
Frida’s story cannot be told without the mention of Diego Rivera. She married him in 1929, when she was just 22 and he was twenty years older. After difficult times they divorced in 1939, but were married again in 1940. In the midst of their first years of marriage, Diego continued to have affairs, even one with Frida’s sister. This may have been what pushed Frida to have affairs of her own, but she was much more discreet. We certainly see plenty of her passion for others. The letters to Nickolas Muray were particularly intense and some had a trail of lipstick kisses along the margins. Muray helped to support Frida financially during her divorce an met with her when she travelled to New York for exhibitions of her work. He was a renowned photographer, and some of the pictures in the book are ones that he took, both formal and candid. The book is richly illustrated with a pleasing mixture of photographs, drawings and paintings by Frida and also pictures of the letters themselves. The earliest were in Spanish, but later her letters were also in English.
Suzanne Barbezat has done great job to assemble and translate the letters and also to add content. There are eight sections to the book, each one with letters to a different lover, including women such as Georgia O’Keefee and Jacqueline Lamba. Barbezat begins each section with a short introduction to give us some of the background and the context. As well as giving us a brief glimpse of Frida’s life they also hint at the many other facets of her life that remain fascinating The early years of the twentieth century were ones of revolution, both in Mexico and in Europe. Frida was friends with the exiled revolutionary Leon Trotsky while he lived in Mexico. Many of her lovers had some link to revolutions or a fight for the common people. So many fascinating strands, they make you want to learn more about the fascinating force of nature that was Frida Kahlo.
It has to be said that our impression is a little one sided. We hear Frida’s voice but very little from the people that she professed to love so deeply. It wold be wonderful to hear if they expressed the same amount of passion and love in their letters to her. We have glimpses. We know that her first love Alejandro kept all of her letters. Ignacio had a passionate affair with Frida for only about three months, but kept all of her letters and photos in a small lacquered box made of aromatic wood. Fifty years later, in 1986, he gave a lecture about Frida, and his words then capture some of her spirit.
Frida is the event of each day, with birds and flowers, forget-me-nots, pelicans, marigolds, the moisture of the garden, and the aroma of a burning comal…Scandalously beautiful Frida.
Not knowing the life of Frida that well, there was much to learn from this short collection. I knew that she was injured in an accident and often in pain. I had not realised that she continued to have operations throughout her life. The letter show something of the persistence of the pain she experienced. The week and sometimes months that she had to spend in different hospitals were hard for Frida, and must have left her feeling very lonely. The reliance on letters for any form of personal news must also have made these periods of isolation hard.
The love letters allow us to glimpse the artists passion for the people around her. She was not afraid to say how much she loved someone, in words that must have made them feel very special. There are twenty-five years between the first and last letters in the book, a period that represents almost the whole of Frida’s adult life. The words always remain full of emotion and passion. Over time they become more poetic and complex. At one point she uses an acrostic to spell out the name of her lover and at the same time make a list of words that describe the man or her emotions for him. From quite a young age there would also be drawings within her letters – faces or animals that foreshadow her later works and interests.
Frida’s story cannot be told without the mention of Diego Rivera. She married him in 1929, when she was just 22 and he was twenty years older. After difficult times they divorced in 1939, but were married again in 1940. In the midst of their first years of marriage, Diego continued to have affairs, even one with Frida’s sister. This may have been what pushed Frida to have affairs of her own, but she was much more discreet. We certainly see plenty of her passion for others. The letters to Nickolas Muray were particularly intense and some had a trail of lipstick kisses along the margins. Muray helped to support Frida financially during her divorce an met with her when she travelled to New York for exhibitions of her work. He was a renowned photographer, and some of the pictures in the book are ones that he took, both formal and candid. The book is richly illustrated with a pleasing mixture of photographs, drawings and paintings by Frida and also pictures of the letters themselves. The earliest were in Spanish, but later her letters were also in English.
Suzanne Barbezat has done great job to assemble and translate the letters and also to add content. There are eight sections to the book, each one with letters to a different lover, including women such as Georgia O’Keefee and Jacqueline Lamba. Barbezat begins each section with a short introduction to give us some of the background and the context. As well as giving us a brief glimpse of Frida’s life they also hint at the many other facets of her life that remain fascinating The early years of the twentieth century were ones of revolution, both in Mexico and in Europe. Frida was friends with the exiled revolutionary Leon Trotsky while he lived in Mexico. Many of her lovers had some link to revolutions or a fight for the common people. So many fascinating strands, they make you want to learn more about the fascinating force of nature that was Frida Kahlo.
January 28, 2026
To have received a letter from Frida, what a gift
July 24, 2026
Tās ir mīlestības vēstules. Tā ir dzīve.
January 20, 2026
This was such a lovely little collection of some of the many letters Frida Khalo has written to the many lovers she’s had in her life. It provided great insight ingot the way she thinks and processes the world around her. It clearly shows how her personality changes over the years given her many illnesses, injuries, and dependency on pain drugs. It is evident she truly did cherish joy and love and pleasure so highly and we should all strive for that as much as we can!
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February 3, 2026frida, i admire the heart you had. i admire the way that you made sure everybody felt it.
"I don't know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you."
SPOILER ALERT: she knows damn well how to write love letters!!!!
"I don't know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you."
SPOILER ALERT: she knows damn well how to write love letters!!!!
July 5, 2025
if you have watched "Frida Kahlo in her own words" this will feel very familiar. 'love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.You know my sky, you rain on me and I, like the earth, receive you'
July 14, 2025
Happy to place this little book of love letters on the echelon next to Pablo Neruda's Love Poems. Unsurprisingly, Kahlo's words are just as raw and evocative as her paintings. The reader has the pleasure of witnessing Kahlo's transformation, from youthful first love to the complexity of her relationship with Diego Rivera (who frustrated her with his cheating but also served as a vital source for her artistic inspiration) to passionate affairs between both men and women. The occasional sketch, visualizing metaphors conjured up through words, and the imperfect circles, demarcating her kisses, make me all the more nostalgic for mail as a tradition in long-distance communication and a practice for long-form writing.
I tend to view artists in the context of myths. After all, how Herculean it must be to completely anoint a style of your own! Yet Kahlo's letters remind me that for even the most prodigious artists, they, too, are deeply human. She yearns, as much as any other teenager might for a crush; she tortures herself, in the presence and absence of a toxic lover; she explores, through nicknames and sexuality. The flux of love is constant--across life, across people, across space.
I tend to view artists in the context of myths. After all, how Herculean it must be to completely anoint a style of your own! Yet Kahlo's letters remind me that for even the most prodigious artists, they, too, are deeply human. She yearns, as much as any other teenager might for a crush; she tortures herself, in the presence and absence of a toxic lover; she explores, through nicknames and sexuality. The flux of love is constant--across life, across people, across space.
May 15, 2025
Real Rating: 4.75* of five
The Publisher Says: ‘I don’t know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty . . . love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain’
Frida Kahlo lived a passionate life and the letters shared between her and those she loved are an intimate insight into her life. Letters were sent to her first love, Alejandro Gomez Arias, and to her husband Diego Rivera. But she wrote declarations of love to many others, including Leon Trotsky, Nickolas Muray and Jose Bartoli.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
My Review: Is somebody, other than the spy agencies, archiving people's emails? I doubt a book like this will be possible to collect in thirty years. That makes me sad.
It's lovely to have this peek into Frida's life of love.
who we're talkin' about
I deliberately said it that way because "love life" carries an entirely different meaning in English. I think no one exemplifies a "life of love" better than wounded, damaged Kahlo. Her many surgeries, her intense pain after the accident that mangled her, the earliness of her death...she was FORTY-SEVEN! I mean, I knew she was too young to die, but that's barely middle age!...all conspired to keep her isolated. It was inevitable. No wonder her artwork is a riot of color, is so intensely involved in portraying volumes in space...it had to be, or she'd go mad. Madder.
Frida in 1926, pre-accident
How I wish she'd lived in the time of the internet. How grateful I am that she didn't. It's like wishing her accident never happened, or she was not so severely broken by it...she wouldn't have been herself, then. Would we know of her as the monadnock of art she is had she not been made famous for overcoming her physical disadvantages? 17 September 1925 ruined one life, opened another. From the life before, her love letters to Alejandro Gómez Arias show a callow, intense crush on this handsome guy:
hubba hubba! me likee!
...who, to be honest, is very crushwortthy on value of face. The letters are, well, those of a young, very young, woman finding out about this amazing thing called Love:
It's the sort of thing that causes some people to insist their papers be burned after their death. I'm not sure that's wrong of them. After all, outpourings of Love are utterly cringe if you're not also in love; sometimes even if you are, but in a good way then.
I thoroughly enjoyed this collection of Frida's letters as an object, and as per usual give Frances Lincoln Ltd's designers big ups for their presentation. I understand this is a gift object. I would give it five of five stars if it had included some of the responses the recipients returned. I'm not al all sure that would've been the same book, of course, so that's why I got as close to the full five as I did. I'm quite sure I'd gift this to my lesbian pal (she's still iconic among us, despite the careful heteronormativity of this selection), or my Frida freak cousin, or just pretend I'll give it to someone and end up keeping it on my coffee table for people to flip through.
It's two hours well-spent learning about the close relationship between a gifted artist's openness to Love, and her creative intensity. This was a spirit not to be trapped, not to be bound, not to be trammelled; this was a woman who Loved where she would, who she would.
The Publisher Says: ‘I don’t know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty . . . love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain’
Frida Kahlo lived a passionate life and the letters shared between her and those she loved are an intimate insight into her life. Letters were sent to her first love, Alejandro Gomez Arias, and to her husband Diego Rivera. But she wrote declarations of love to many others, including Leon Trotsky, Nickolas Muray and Jose Bartoli.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
My Review: Is somebody, other than the spy agencies, archiving people's emails? I doubt a book like this will be possible to collect in thirty years. That makes me sad.
It's lovely to have this peek into Frida's life of love.
who we're talkin' aboutI deliberately said it that way because "love life" carries an entirely different meaning in English. I think no one exemplifies a "life of love" better than wounded, damaged Kahlo. Her many surgeries, her intense pain after the accident that mangled her, the earliness of her death...she was FORTY-SEVEN! I mean, I knew she was too young to die, but that's barely middle age!...all conspired to keep her isolated. It was inevitable. No wonder her artwork is a riot of color, is so intensely involved in portraying volumes in space...it had to be, or she'd go mad. Madder.
Frida in 1926, pre-accidentHow I wish she'd lived in the time of the internet. How grateful I am that she didn't. It's like wishing her accident never happened, or she was not so severely broken by it...she wouldn't have been herself, then. Would we know of her as the monadnock of art she is had she not been made famous for overcoming her physical disadvantages? 17 September 1925 ruined one life, opened another. From the life before, her love letters to Alejandro Gómez Arias show a callow, intense crush on this handsome guy:
hubba hubba! me likee!...who, to be honest, is very crushwortthy on value of face. The letters are, well, those of a young, very young, woman finding out about this amazing thing called Love:
It's the sort of thing that causes some people to insist their papers be burned after their death. I'm not sure that's wrong of them. After all, outpourings of Love are utterly cringe if you're not also in love; sometimes even if you are, but in a good way then.
I thoroughly enjoyed this collection of Frida's letters as an object, and as per usual give Frances Lincoln Ltd's designers big ups for their presentation. I understand this is a gift object. I would give it five of five stars if it had included some of the responses the recipients returned. I'm not al all sure that would've been the same book, of course, so that's why I got as close to the full five as I did. I'm quite sure I'd gift this to my lesbian pal (she's still iconic among us, despite the careful heteronormativity of this selection), or my Frida freak cousin, or just pretend I'll give it to someone and end up keeping it on my coffee table for people to flip through.
It's two hours well-spent learning about the close relationship between a gifted artist's openness to Love, and her creative intensity. This was a spirit not to be trapped, not to be bound, not to be trammelled; this was a woman who Loved where she would, who she would.
June 13, 2025
What a special little gem of a book! Absolutely beautiful.
March 9, 2026
she is just a girl!
***
You haven't written to me because it was so windy last night, right?
***
I do not think the banks of a river suffer because they let the river flow, nor does the earth suffer because of the rains, nor does the atom suffer for letting its energy escape.
***
I'd like to paint you, but there are no colours, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
***
You are all the combinations of numbers. Life. My wish is to understand lines, form, shades, movement. You fill and I receive. Your word moves through all of space and reaches my cells, which are my stars, then goes to yours, which are my light.
It was the thirst of many years retained in our body. Words in chains, which we could not say except on the lips of a dream. Everything was surrounded by the verdant miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the eyelashes of the flowers respond to my touch, the murmur of rivers.
All the fruits were in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the stretch of the mamey and the virtuous pineapple. I pressed you against my chest and the wonder of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers. Fragrance of oak essence, memories of walnut, green breath of ash tree. Horizons andlandscapes = I traced them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language to understand the gazes of our closed eyes. = You are present, intangible and you are the whole universe that I form in the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; your breath through the mirror. From you to my hands, I roam your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle, which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.
The woman the man
The verdant miracle of the landscape of my body becomes in you all of nature. I traverse it in flight caressing the rounded hills with my fingertips, my hands penetrate the drunken valleys anxious to possess and I'm enveloped in the embrace of gentle branches, green and cool. I penetrate the sex of the entire earth, her heat sears me and my entire body is rubbed by the freshness of the tender leaves. Her dew is the sweat of an ever-new lover.
It's not love, or tenderness, or affection, it's life itself, my life, that I found when I saw it in your hands, in your mouth and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
For a few moments, your presence floats as if wrapping my whole being in an anxious wait for morning. I notice that I'm with you. In this instant still full of sensations, my hands are sunk in oranges, and my body feels surrounded by your arms.
***
...The silent life-giver of worlds, what is most important is the non-illusion. Morning breaks, the friendly reds, the big blues, hands full of leaves, noisy birds, fingers in hair, pigeons' nests, a rare understanding of human struggle, simplicity of the senseless song, the folly of the wind in my heart = don't let them rhyme, girl! = sweet xocolatl of ancient Mexico, storm in the blood that comes in through the mouth - convulsion, omen, laughter and teeth, fine pearl needles, for some gift on a seventh of July, I ask for it, I get it, I sing, sang, I'll sing from now on our magic-love.
***
I wish I could give you everything that you've never had, and even so you wouldn't know how beautiful it is to be able to love you.
***
You haven't written to me because it was so windy last night, right?
***
I do not think the banks of a river suffer because they let the river flow, nor does the earth suffer because of the rains, nor does the atom suffer for letting its energy escape.
***
I'd like to paint you, but there are no colours, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
***
You are all the combinations of numbers. Life. My wish is to understand lines, form, shades, movement. You fill and I receive. Your word moves through all of space and reaches my cells, which are my stars, then goes to yours, which are my light.
It was the thirst of many years retained in our body. Words in chains, which we could not say except on the lips of a dream. Everything was surrounded by the verdant miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the eyelashes of the flowers respond to my touch, the murmur of rivers.
All the fruits were in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the stretch of the mamey and the virtuous pineapple. I pressed you against my chest and the wonder of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers. Fragrance of oak essence, memories of walnut, green breath of ash tree. Horizons andlandscapes = I traced them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language to understand the gazes of our closed eyes. = You are present, intangible and you are the whole universe that I form in the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; your breath through the mirror. From you to my hands, I roam your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle, which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.
The woman the man
The verdant miracle of the landscape of my body becomes in you all of nature. I traverse it in flight caressing the rounded hills with my fingertips, my hands penetrate the drunken valleys anxious to possess and I'm enveloped in the embrace of gentle branches, green and cool. I penetrate the sex of the entire earth, her heat sears me and my entire body is rubbed by the freshness of the tender leaves. Her dew is the sweat of an ever-new lover.
It's not love, or tenderness, or affection, it's life itself, my life, that I found when I saw it in your hands, in your mouth and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
For a few moments, your presence floats as if wrapping my whole being in an anxious wait for morning. I notice that I'm with you. In this instant still full of sensations, my hands are sunk in oranges, and my body feels surrounded by your arms.
***
...The silent life-giver of worlds, what is most important is the non-illusion. Morning breaks, the friendly reds, the big blues, hands full of leaves, noisy birds, fingers in hair, pigeons' nests, a rare understanding of human struggle, simplicity of the senseless song, the folly of the wind in my heart = don't let them rhyme, girl! = sweet xocolatl of ancient Mexico, storm in the blood that comes in through the mouth - convulsion, omen, laughter and teeth, fine pearl needles, for some gift on a seventh of July, I ask for it, I get it, I sing, sang, I'll sing from now on our magic-love.
***
I wish I could give you everything that you've never had, and even so you wouldn't know how beautiful it is to be able to love you.
August 11, 2025
I love all my frida books, frida is endlessly inspiring, but this one is really great and beloved, on par with my favourite - forever frida by Murillo. I so appreciate the beautiful layout of this book, the inclusion of pages with just quotes from her emblazoned. The additions of the actual letters, illustrations, photographs, art. It’s just wonderful and whole brained. The letters themselves are wonderful insight into Frida’s nature and how she felt about her immense suffering too. The best letters were those she wrote in her diary addressed to Diego, I wonder if he ever actually saw them. They are pure magic, pure poetry, she writes ‘Words in chains, which we could not say except on the lips of a dream. Everything was surrounded by the verdant miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the eyelashes of the flowers respond to my touch, the murmur of rivers. All the fruits were in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the stretch of the mamey and the virtuous pineapple. I pressed you against my chest and the wonder of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers.’
And it continues on and on for pages in this poetic form, the rest of her letters to him, that actually got to him are quite basic she pleads a lot for his love, and for her first boyfriend’s love. But she is always ardent and vulnerable. If you enjoy her poetic letters to Diego in her diary like I did, i really suggest you get the poetry books of Pablo Neruda or Octavio Paz they really read like this, in the same fashion. I felt like I was reading Nerudas poetry when she writes ‘I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth, our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain’. Something about the Spanish language lends itself well to passionate poetics. Really so glad I bought this book I was having a bad day, I’d lost myself, my creativity, my colour, my variety and it brought it all back to me, in a way that Frida does for so many hundreds of thousands of women. 🌿🎨
And it continues on and on for pages in this poetic form, the rest of her letters to him, that actually got to him are quite basic she pleads a lot for his love, and for her first boyfriend’s love. But she is always ardent and vulnerable. If you enjoy her poetic letters to Diego in her diary like I did, i really suggest you get the poetry books of Pablo Neruda or Octavio Paz they really read like this, in the same fashion. I felt like I was reading Nerudas poetry when she writes ‘I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth, our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain’. Something about the Spanish language lends itself well to passionate poetics. Really so glad I bought this book I was having a bad day, I’d lost myself, my creativity, my colour, my variety and it brought it all back to me, in a way that Frida does for so many hundreds of thousands of women. 🌿🎨
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May 2, 2026Osvrt
"Ljubavna pisma" - Frida Kahlo
Pred nama je knjiga ljubavnih pisama jedne od najznačajnijih umjetnica 20. stoljeća Fride Kahlo. Većina Vas zna za tramvajsku nesreću koju je Frida doživjela. Ova knjiga počinje pismom Alejandru Arkadu. On je bio njezina prva ljubav i bio je u tramvaju sa njom kad se nesreća dogodila.
"Pravi prijatelji moraju jako voljeti jedno drugo. Alex i Friducha su pravi prijatelji i jako vole jedno drugo."
Zatim slijede pisma koja je Frida pisala svom mužu Diegu Riveri. On je bio poznati meksički slikar i bio je stariji od nje dvadeset godina. On i Frida su se jako voljeli i bili su veoma vezani jedno za drugo. Problem je bila Diegova nevjera. Često se upuštao u avanture. Frida se trudila prihvatiti takvo ponašanje iako je patila nakon svake njegove nevjere.
"Možda je za očekivati da ću tugovati jer sam patila živeći sa muškarcem kao što je Diego. Ali mislim da obale rijeke ne pate zato što puštaju da rijeka teče, niti zemlja pati zbog kiše, niti atom pati jer pušta da iz njega izađe energija."
Nakon što je prevario je Fridu čak i sa njenom sestrom i Frida je počela varati njega i sa drugim muškarcima ali i sa ženama.
U knjizi su pisma koja je Frida pisala svojim ljubavnicima ali i ljubavnicama, njezine fotografije i neka umjetnička djela. Pisma pokazuju da je Frida bila jako emotivna i da je voljela iskreno.
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"Ljubavna pisma" - Frida Kahlo
Pred nama je knjiga ljubavnih pisama jedne od najznačajnijih umjetnica 20. stoljeća Fride Kahlo. Većina Vas zna za tramvajsku nesreću koju je Frida doživjela. Ova knjiga počinje pismom Alejandru Arkadu. On je bio njezina prva ljubav i bio je u tramvaju sa njom kad se nesreća dogodila.
"Pravi prijatelji moraju jako voljeti jedno drugo. Alex i Friducha su pravi prijatelji i jako vole jedno drugo."
Zatim slijede pisma koja je Frida pisala svom mužu Diegu Riveri. On je bio poznati meksički slikar i bio je stariji od nje dvadeset godina. On i Frida su se jako voljeli i bili su veoma vezani jedno za drugo. Problem je bila Diegova nevjera. Često se upuštao u avanture. Frida se trudila prihvatiti takvo ponašanje iako je patila nakon svake njegove nevjere.
"Možda je za očekivati da ću tugovati jer sam patila živeći sa muškarcem kao što je Diego. Ali mislim da obale rijeke ne pate zato što puštaju da rijeka teče, niti zemlja pati zbog kiše, niti atom pati jer pušta da iz njega izađe energija."
Nakon što je prevario je Fridu čak i sa njenom sestrom i Frida je počela varati njega i sa drugim muškarcima ali i sa ženama.
U knjizi su pisma koja je Frida pisala svojim ljubavnicima ali i ljubavnicama, njezine fotografije i neka umjetnička djela. Pisma pokazuju da je Frida bila jako emotivna i da je voljela iskreno.
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January 19, 2026
I found this book profoundly disappointing because it revealed a deeply troubled and emotionally unhinged side of Frida Kahlo that I was not prepared for. Her letters to her many lovers struck me as trite, desperate, and strikingly childlike rather than passionate or poetic. In nearly every letter she pleaded grotesquely for attention and reassurance, which ultimately made me feel more sympathy for the recipients than for her. Her neediness felt bottomless, as if nothing or no one could ever truly satisfy her. Her relationship with Diego Rivera, in particular, came across as painfully dysfunctional—she repeatedly referred to him as “her child” and obsessively implored him to take care of himself or even to have other women tend to him. Instead of appearing romantic or complex, their dynamic felt simply tragic and, at times, pitiable.
If you can see beauty in her raw, strange musings that made no sense to me, then good for you—you are clearly more poetic than I am.
If you can see beauty in her raw, strange musings that made no sense to me, then good for you—you are clearly more poetic than I am.
March 17, 2026
Posjedovati biografske knjige o slavnoj Fridi Kahlo ili pogledati njezinu izložbu u Milanu je jedno, no čitati njezina pisma i imati čast upoznati je na toj posebnoj krhkoj razini ljudskosti je drugo.
Pisma su raspoređena prema tome kome su upućena, većina njih su datirana i imaju simpatične ilustracije, a neka su bez datacije. Ne samo da je znala slikati, znala je predivno i izražavati svoje osjećaje jezikom. U nekim pismima se poigrava jezikom, u nekima koristi neologizme, no najvažnije je da u svakome od njih tijekom tih desetljeća ostaje dosljedna sebi!
„Blizu ili daleko, želim da osjećaš da sam uz tebe, to nikada neće biti tako da zahtijevam nešto od tebe, nego tako da te pustim da živiš slobodno, jer u svim tvojim postupcima imat ćeš moje potpuno odobravanje.
Volim te onakvog kakav jesi, volim tvoj glas, sve što kažeš, što činiš, što projiciraš. Imam osjećaj da sam te oduvijek voljela...” (iz pisma Josepu Bartoliju)
Pisma su raspoređena prema tome kome su upućena, većina njih su datirana i imaju simpatične ilustracije, a neka su bez datacije. Ne samo da je znala slikati, znala je predivno i izražavati svoje osjećaje jezikom. U nekim pismima se poigrava jezikom, u nekima koristi neologizme, no najvažnije je da u svakome od njih tijekom tih desetljeća ostaje dosljedna sebi!
„Blizu ili daleko, želim da osjećaš da sam uz tebe, to nikada neće biti tako da zahtijevam nešto od tebe, nego tako da te pustim da živiš slobodno, jer u svim tvojim postupcima imat ćeš moje potpuno odobravanje.
Volim te onakvog kakav jesi, volim tvoj glas, sve što kažeš, što činiš, što projiciraš. Imam osjećaj da sam te oduvijek voljela...” (iz pisma Josepu Bartoliju)
November 20, 2025
Growing up, I knew Frida Kahlo as an artist. A painter who makes beautiful visceral paintings of her herself and other works.
But Frida as a writer? I never would’ve known that about her if I hadn’t picked up this book!
Frida’s love letters gave me a glimpse into her life as a young woman in love and showed me the kind of person she really was. I really enjoyed reading her letters and her little poems. Her little art sketches were absolutely adorable too 🥰
But Frida as a writer? I never would’ve known that about her if I hadn’t picked up this book!
Frida’s love letters gave me a glimpse into her life as a young woman in love and showed me the kind of person she really was. I really enjoyed reading her letters and her little poems. Her little art sketches were absolutely adorable too 🥰
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March 14, 2026Panowie, panie, miłość, polityka, wyklinanie na Paryż… Ciekawa perspektywa, opracowanie na tyle solidne, żeby każdy mógł zrozumieć kontekst, a na tyle pop-, żeby nie zanudzić. Omawiam razem z „Dziennikiem. Autoportretem intymnym”.
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July 4, 2026
This book is such a treasure!! I am a huge fan of Frida Kahlo, but never read her letters before. I like the structure which every chapter is dedicated to an ex with a brief introduction plus photos of them, the actual letters and some of her paintings. Perfect!!
October 23, 2025
the insecurities and depth of love wow
January 23, 2026
A real romance book
March 16, 2026
”I wish I could give you everything that you've never had, and even so you wouldn't know how wonderful it is to be able to love you.”
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March 19, 2026Chicas…. qué decepción…. me esperaba más. Las únicas cartas que me han merecido la pena han sido las de Bartolí.
April 23, 2026
Acho que perdemos muitas coisas traduzindo pro inglês. E eu preferia a imagem que eu tinha da Frida na minha cabeça do que essa Frida das cartas.
June 20, 2026
és un llibre ple d'amor. quina sort que encara podem escriure cartes si ens ho proposem!
August 16, 2025
I got this book because I was going to Chicago to see her exhibit at the Chicago Art Museum. I loved learning about Frida through the letters that she wrote to those that she loved. She told her life in these love letters. Those that she gave the letters too kept them and they’re sharing with us. She writes so openly and raw that you feel that you know her and that she is writing it to you. Read this book if you’re wanting to know what a real love letter looks like, what love is like, and more about Frida herself.
January 5, 2026
Recull de les cartes d'amor de Frida amb els seus amants.
És un plaer conèixer i viure amb ella les seves emocions, preocupacions, la seva 'bogeria', el seu món.
Simplement fantàstic!
És un plaer conèixer i viure amb ella les seves emocions, preocupacions, la seva 'bogeria', el seu món.
Simplement fantàstic!
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