… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…


©copyright 2010-2011 daniel malka, all rights reserved

They were swaying above our heads, between fear and innocence. Nearby, the little grave with its falling fence and cross.
So much grief and so much lost to time.
I tried to capture the essence of what I saw, of my own losses.
I walked around in silence, looking at all these dancers and little people, some covered in mud, others in grass,
all keeping that same expression as the day were born.
The absurd of beauty and grief united en La Sombra Del Tiempo.

Comments are closed.