ERIC CANTONA MEETS FRIDA KAHLO

They always put the wheelchairs
behind the goals. That’s how Frida
and I met. She was sketching me.

I was sketching your shirt. I love
the wantonness of that upturned collar.
I will use it for my next self-portrait.

We make things visible that are
not visible. I make goals out of nothing,
Frida makes many Fridas visible.

I don’t get out much. Diego does
the cooking. I cover his murals
with mirrors. I paint what I see.

Remember my kung foo at the Palace?
When the merde hit the fan
you give me a Mexican wave.

It was a wave of dismissal. I’m bored
of petty Napoleons. Like the ball you kick,
you are just a bag of wind. Goodbye!

Au revoir to you, mon petite sardine!
Your eyebrows are like my drawing of
the seagulls that follow the trawler.

Do you know what they say about you, Eric?

No, Frida, I don’t.

Dicen que no le acertarias al culo de
una vaca ni con un banjo.

Pardon?

Un cul de vache. Un banjo.
Vous le manqueriez par loin.