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

Georgina Avila to daniel malka

En La Sombra Del Tiempo … Las Aves… The Birds…

The Birds Always Come Back To The Ones That Allow Themselves To Love And To Be Loved

Las Aves Siempre Vuelven A los Que son Capazes De Amar Y De Dejar Se Amar

Las Aves

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Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.
Immanuel Kant

Mexico En La Sombra Del Tiempo / Book Preview

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Al Principio Georgina Avila a Daniel Malka

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Buenos dias pajarito soniador…

No lo pude evitar, tuve q venir corriendo a mi ordenador a escuchar la cancion q te mande para leer tus palabras q siempre me levantan y me empujan a tener dias increibles.

Ush Daniel… daniel.. DANIEL!!! jaja te lo grito como no puedo hacerlo en persona porque me da cierto si.. he de aceptarlo .. miedo extranio… es solo esto que me enfrento a algo desconocido y aunq es brutal floripower-esco lo q se siente… no deja de ser un misterio y por eso quiero irme con tiento.. mas eso no quiere decir q te liberaras de mi jamas completamante…

Te lo dije y te digo de nuevo.. creo q despues de ver lo que me ensaniaste anoche (tus imagenes y en muchos otros sentidos) no podre volver a ver las cosas de la misma manera… una vez mas me dejaste cerrando los ojos y no pude mas q ver imagenes perfectas… iluminadas asi tal y como tu lo haces…

Suena un tanto cursi pero esque literal y de muchas formas ahora veo la luz en todas partes y quiero hacer de ella lo que tu  y que mejor que contigo… Tu tambien Daniel… eres luz pura… tal vez por eso te entiendas tambien con ella en tus imagenes… tal vez por eso se entiendan tan bien y sean hombre-objeto paralelos y no puedan hacer mas q magia para los ojos ajenos y las almas sensibles…

Yo tambien te lo digo Daniel TU ERES INCREIBLE!!

Y te lo digo nuevamente… gracias por aparecerte asi de esta tremenda manera.. esto es un viaje completamente nueva para mi .. y me fascina….

Se me hace tarde!! conejo blanco.. me voy me voy me voy…. aaah!

Te mando millones de besos

Georgina


En La Sombra Del Tiempo by Daniel Malka

“I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to
live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another.
They lost their names.
Only ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me.”
( Albert Camus )

From: GEORGINA AVILA
to    daniel malka
date    Tue, Apr 20, 2010 at 3:49 PM
subject    Re: Daniel.

AY DAniel!

YO ya tampoco se que decirte… al final de cuentas ya todo esta ahi mas claro que cualquier imagen, que la mas linda carta, que cualquier evidente paisaje u octava maravilla…
Justo hoy recorde una frase de Pablo NEruda:

… “Para que nada nos separe, que  nada nos una”…
entonces yo adheriria…
… Para que nada nos separe, que  nada nos una…
Daniel… entonces ya esta escrito todo…

From: Daniel Malka
to: GEORGINA AVILA
Sent: Tue, May 25, 2010 8:01:15 PM
Subject: EN LA SOMBRA DEL TIEMPO

Hola mi amor,
Aquí esta el rough del proyecto que me gustaría hacer juntos. Lo puedes desatollar como tu quieres. Di me lo que piensas.

Te quiero
xxxxxxxxx

EN LA SOMBRA DEL TIEMPO

Dos fotografos, uno español, el otro mexicana, se encuentran en Mexico.

Dos miradas, unidas por el destino, la misma pasión por la luz, las sombras, el amor, y la vida.
Dos puntos de vista alejados uno del otro por la sombra del tiempo, el recorido de una vida, y de dos culturas muy diferentes anque unidas por la historia.
Uno expresando el amor y la nostalgia por su pays y ciudad natal, el otro expresando a traves los ojos del tiempo,
el descubrimiento por amor, de un país y una cultura ajenos.

Daniel

From: GEORGINA AVILA
to    daniel malka
date    Tue, May 25, 2010 at 9:46 PM
subject    Re: En La Sombra Del Tiempo

Me Me encantaaa!!! HAgamos el libro la historia mas hermosa del mundo! la historia q jamas nadie vivio ni pudo imaginar.. asi es baby, la sombra la luz, el tiempo, el amor, la nostalagia, la pasion, el dolor, la esperanza, el deseo, la espera, la sorpresa,pero nunca el olvido!

Te adooooro baby! Ven ya! empexemos con eso ya!!!!

Ahora!!

Te adooooooooro mas de lo q imaginas!! somos dos locos, poetas de forma de vida, fotografos por donde se nos vea, amorosos cuando estamos juntos, unos tontos cuando estamos separados, unos completos extranios cuando estamos juntos en tierra porq nadie nos entiende ni nos entedera nunca pero somos la pareja mas maravillosa q jamas pensamo tner uno junto al otro!

Gracias baby por estar a mi lAdo y por hacer de mi vida una gran la mas maravillosa de todas las historias!

Ahora!!

Te adooooooooro mas de lo q imaginas!! somos dos locos, poetas de forma de vida, fotografos por donde se nos vea, amorosos cuando estamos juntos, unos tontos cuando estamos separados, unos completos extranios cuando estamos juntos en tierra porq nadie nos entiende ni nos entedera nunca pero somos la pareja mas maravillosa q jamas pensamo tner uno junto al otro!

Gracias baby por estar a mi lAdo y por hacer de mi vida una gran la mas maravillosa de todas las historias!

Te adoro.. cuando leo esto, cuando piensao en ti, cuando recuerdo lo q sentimos mientras , cuando te toco y me tocas, cuando te huelo y huelEs mis manos.. ya nada nada me parece feo… ni sin qudarme sin tarjetas ni un wey mamon con quien me quedo .. nada… todo se vuelve a sentir mejor q la cancion mas linda y relaX de bob marley, mas q el mar mas maravilloso q justo ahoa tengo enfrente.. mas q la mas linda luz del deseirto.. aaah ya. ya me emocione.. jaja.. te adoro bebe!! te adoro con toda  mi alma.. VEN YA!!!!!!!! YAAA!!
TE ESPERA.. TU PEQUE


when you open your eyes

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It was a beautiful day in April.
We spoke the same language, shared the same vision, passion and light.
Her bright green eyes staring at me through a made up lens.
Separated by so much time, but yet united, in an instant that would last forever.
She had written, to me this phrase by Pablo Neruda “Para que nada nos separe que nada nos una”
We would become inseparable, in time, and in thoughts.


paperaeroplane

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The colors of spring lights danced around us, just as if time had stopped and music could go on forever.
This photogram  came from a movie that was left undone, a story that had to be written.
As much as I thought never again, I was falling in love.
She had brought to me “La puertita de la luz y de la felicidad”.
We began our fragile flight in our Paper Aeroplane.


drinking

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drinking
She stood still, camera in hand, like a bronze statue capturing light and defying time.
I stood behind her, capturing the passage of history, the passage of my own time, convinced that together we could
withstand as many wars, storms, suns and moons, as these ruins ever had.
Drinking anew, this would become my first photograph of La Sombra Del Tiempo.


bliss

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manana feliz
We had spent our first night on the beach.
We went for a swim, and she lied there, swaying in the sun,.
I stared at her smile, grabbed the camera, and captured our first moment of bliss, but not without fear.
I already knew, that no matter how much we wanted, eventually time or the absurd would tear us apart.


cities get lost

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Behold

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behold – Centro, Mexico D.F.

When time stops, and humanity pauses, some look at the clock while others observe each other.
Eventually the clock wins.


stone by stone

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cities get lost – Mexico DF, Cathedral
Clouds, stones and seconds ticking to the rhythm of a million foot steps, beating to the silence of a million souls murmuring and praying for each other.
Maybe they would be heard.
But then again.


prayer

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prayer – Mexico D.F.
Carrying a subconscious cross on his back, he is praying.
Next to him burns a candle of hope.
Perhaps we can share it.


La Puertita De La Luz

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From the beginning, from the first morning, from my small bedroom door to the Cathedral of Mexico, shines the light that she has brought into my life.

Although I am standing deep into the shadow, I know that this brightness will follow me, until my last breath.


through the fog

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the mist clouds my mind
fills my lungs with life
i run my hand along the stone,
wet and cold


once upon…

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every inch my fingers travel is another hour
of my time gone by;
one more grain of sand
fallen to the bottom of the glass
never to be felt again


yellow princess

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Xilitla, Central Mexico Rainforest
Under the thick fog and rain, we walked through stones gates, passages, stairs and more gates to nowhere.
The perfect universe, castle, for a yellow princess. A surrealistic domain built by an Englishman 50 years earlier..
Absurd mazes and structures withstanding time and blending into a wet green world that would grow forever.
It was just as I had imagined, she defied heights and mazes, as much as she defied the odds for us to be together.
She was so little, so frail, yet as tall and strong as these sculptures, reaching out to infinity.
This is her kingdom I thought, It’s time for me to go.


new light

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but under every arch that i pass
new light is scattered in new ways
new rain carries new tastes
these foreign flowers –
i wonder what their names
could be


my sun is setting

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As I watch her, in the distance, camera in hand, I realize that I am standing En La Sombra Del Tiempo.
I once was in the light, on the other side, standing as shiny and as tall as these absurd monuments.
I have no fears except for one. not seeing her anymore, on the day that this heavy metal door shuts.
All I hoped for was, that when, that moment came, she would hold my hand.
If not, it didn’t matter anymore, since all had been written, and no one and no time could ever take it away.


hold…

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hold my hand
hold me,
my love