Frida Kahlo Viva la vida

Frida Kahlo Viva la vidaFrida Kahlo The Two FridasPino Early Morning
He rushed forward to help the fallen figure, and found himself grabbing hold of a hand that was nothing more than polished bone, smooth and rather yellowed like an old billiard ball. The figure's hood fell back, and a naked skull turned its empty eyesockets towards him.
Not quite itself down. Now Mort could see there was a heavy belt around its waist, from which was slung a white-handled sword.
'I hope you are not hurt, sir,' he said politely.
The skull grinned. Of course, Mort thought, it hasn't much of a choiceempty, though. Deep within them, as though they were windows looking across the gulfs of space, were two tiny blue stars.It occurred to Mort that he ought to feel horrified, so he was slightly shocked to find that he wasn't. It was a skeleton sitting in front of him, rubbing its knees and grumbling, but it was a live one, curiously impressive but not, for some strange reason, very f rightening.THANK YOU, BOY, said the skull. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?'Uh,' said Mort, 'Mortimer . . . sir. They call me Mort.'WHAT A COINCIDENCE, said the skull. HELP ME UP, PLEASE.The figure rose unsteadily, brushing