A little while ago,
not much more than a few days ago,
I was a child who went about in a world of colors,
of hard and tangible forms.
Everything was mysterious and something was hidden,
guessing what it was was a game for me.
If you knew how terrible it is
to know suddenly,
as if a bolt of lightning elucidated the earth.
Now I live in a painful planet,
transparent as ice;
but it is as if I had learned everything at once in seconds.
- Frida Kahlo
