:50:07
Cristina!
:50:11
There was this skinny kid
with these eyebrows
:50:14
shouting up at me,
:50:15
"Diego, I want to show you
my paintings!"
:50:17
But, of course,
she made me come down to her.
:50:23
I did, and I've
never stopped looking.
:50:28
But I want to speak about Frida
not as her husband,
:50:32
but as an artist.
:50:35
I admire her.
:50:37
Her work is acid and tender...
:50:43
hard as steel...
:50:45
and fine
as a butterfly's wing.
:50:49
Loveable as a smile...
:50:52
cruel as...
:50:55
the bitterness of life.
:51:04
I-I-I don't believe...
:51:08
that ever before has a woman
:51:10
put such agonized poetry
on canvas.
:51:13
Shut up, panzon.
:51:15
Who died?
:51:28
Where is the music?
:51:32
You see, doctorcito,
I followed your orders.
:51:35
I didn't leave my bed.
:51:37
Frida.
:51:39
Ay, doctor, if you let me
have this tequila,
:51:42
I promise not to drink
at my funeral.
:51:45
It's a deal.
:51:46
To Frida!
:51:47
To Frida!