NAHUI OLLI!

Hi, today I'll tell you some important things 'bout Nahui Ollin.

But... wait! Who the fuck is or was she?
Well she was a beautiful Mexican poet and painter but overall she was a model too who was born in Mexico City on 1893,
one hundred years before me. When she was a little girl her parents sent her to Paris where she learned everywhere she knew about dance and arts. I decided to make a post about her because I think she was an interesting person with lot of personality and character, she was pretty and strong at the same time, she was kind of sensual and hot woman, so the most important why about making a post about Nahui Ollin is that even in this times there's not a Mexican woman as she was, she was crazy and open mind although she lived a century before us. She was not afraid about anything, she was open for any ideas and overall making a nude wasn't a way to show her body in a wrong way for her, it was a way to show art to the world in a natural way. So, enjoy it 'cos she was wonderful. There are some photos and pictures of her.

Some paints by her

TRUE THIS IS TRUE I LOVE YOU AND THAT'S TRUE

Once upon a time in a little city there were 2 people,

they both were in love, the biggest love they had never felt for nobody.

Everything was perfect even with defects.
She loved him everyday, every hour, every minute, every second.
He loved her every morning, every afternoon, every evening, every night...
So, how weren't they going to love each other if they were already married?
I remember that wedding, there they were with no rings just 2 life saver candies, he took one of them as he took also her hand and said:-Would you like to marry me?
She said:-Yes i would as she put the other one on his finger.
The BIG wedding ended, the love thermometer has exploited.
One day, on Wednesday to be exact,they went to their favorite place, a little and comfortable coffee shop, she liked the place 'cos it has a beautiful and lush jacaranda and he loved the place 'cos the decoration is old and nice, it was a combination of they both.
That Wednesday, after smoking a cigarette they said good bye each other.
I love you.
The next day he didn't call her, the next day he neither called her, so she called him, nobody answer the phone.
The next day she called him, nobody again.
The NEXT day she called again and again, FINALLY! his mother said -Yes?
she said -Good night, can I talk to your son?
-He's not at home.
-Amh... OK.
-Yeah, he's on vacations.
-Really? But he didn't told me anything...
-Yes, he's at Mexico City.
-WHAT?... I didn't know...
So she hung up the phone really bewildered.
The days came and she felt abandoned, alone.
She called again to his mother and said Hi This is Gyselle, I have something important that i need to tell to your son, could you gimme his phone number in Mexico City?
She told her he was in Mexico City 'cos she was angry with him, he had no phone and she sent him there 'cos she thought that was the solution, but everybody knows that's not true,
she was always trying to make him unhappy, she was always there to make him fall,
she was always there to not to lift him.
So that's the story, the most strange story I've have never told, I have never lived, I have never finished.
I miss my boyfriend and I really hope he could call me as soon as he has a phone on his hand.
I need him a lot, more than what i believe someone could need somebody.