student Chantal Gonzalez final frida

Frida

Sadness was always with Frida,
painting was her escape.
Every stroke of paint a step closer to her dream.
Going to school learning like me,
riding a bus suddenly “crash’’,
the pole she was gripping to flew straight through her body.
Sadness was always with Frida,
painting was her escape.
Depression found Frida,
she painted and painted until depression and sorrow were gone.
Sickness found Frida,
she painted to get better.
In the end I wonder if sadness won or the paint.
Sadness was always with frida,
painting was her escape.
Written by
Chantal González

FRIDA


Tristeza siempre acompañaba a Frida,
Su escape era pintar.
Cada olea de su pincel, un paso mas cerca de su sueño.
Asistiendo a la escuela
Aprendiendo como yo
Paseándose en un camión, ¡de repente un choque!
El tubo en el que iba agarrándose le atravesó su cuerpo entero.
Tristeza siempre acompañaba a Frida,
Su escape era pintar
La depresión encontró a Frida .
Pintaba y pintaba hasta que la depresión y el dolor no sentía.
La enfermedad encontró a Frida.
Pintaba para aliviarse.
Al final, pienso si gano la tristeza o la pintura
Tristeza siempre acompañaba a Frida,
Su escape era pintar.


Escrito por,
Chantal González