CORAZON Y OJOS QUE VEN / HEART AND EYES THAT CAN SEE by Daniel Malka
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CORAZON Y OJOS QUE VEN / HEART AND EYES THAT CAN SEE by Daniel Malka
Capturing one’s soul and story filled eyes, has always been a pleasure as well as a mystery for me.
Maybe because it always opens a window on my own soul and heart, and sometimes that in itself is not so simple after all.
No matter where, how and when, as long as there is light and people, there will be new odysseys and beauty to photograph.
All we need to do, is open our heart and our eyes, and they will do the same.
Capturar el alma y los ojos llenos de historia, siempre ha sido un placer y un misterio para mí.
Tal vez porque siempre se abre una ventana en mi propia alma y corazón, y a veces eso en sí mismo no es tan simple después de todo.
No importa dónde, cómo y cuándo, mientras haya luz y gente, habrá nuevas odiseas y belleza que fotografíar.
Todo lo que necesitamos hacer, es abrir nuestro corazón y nuestros ojos, y ellos harán lo mismo.
Daniel Malka
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Fly Away But Never Run Away / Vuela Pero Nunca Huyas
Dedicated to all the ones that run away in silence and to the ones that have the courage to fly saying farewell
Dedicado ; a todos los que huyen en silencio y los que tienen el ; valor de despedir se y volar
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Talent Freedom and Love can not be stolen or learned, they are inherited.
El talento, la libertad y el amor ni se roban ni se aprenden, son una herencia.
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
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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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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
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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
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.
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.
waiting
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waiting – Mexico D.F.
Through the bars, as crowds go by, he already is forgotten.
He goes everyday to the door of the Cathedral, maybe they will give, maybe they wont.
How many will wash their conscience today ?
How absurd and cruel can destiny be.
All I can do, is photograph him, mocking time.
passing moments
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passing moments – Mexico D.F.
Tme moves on, a thousand faces as well, staring straight into the eyes of survival.
His days are counted, the passerby by thinks.
So are his, I think to myself.
A thousand faces deep, where is our true sense of humanism ?
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.
communion
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Dressed in white, full of faith, her life is only beginning as she stands high on the stairs that have so many stories to tell.
Three Photographers immortalizing the bright instant, that has inevitably already slipped into its own shadow.
From behind the scenes, the fourth one observes, captures and smiles at this moment of his own destiny.
silhouettes
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Her silhouette standing in the doorway, in front of wrapped statues, talking to the past, her past.
As if I didn’t know.
Right after that, it started raining.
We went to an old cantina and had the best mole and beer in town.
At that moment, I knew that it was only a question of time before I became a silhouette as well.
How absurd can it be to be so convinced that one can steal anything from time.
Father’s Day
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As he slips slowly into the shadow of his life, he proudly displays his immortality.
Bathing in light and shyness, they pose for me.
It’s another Sunday, but it’s father’s day.
Where has mine gone ?
the portrait
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From above, she is digging for a glimpse at his soul.
I admire the scene, we walked around holding hands all day,
I am teaching, I am learning, she is learning, and the yellow circles go on and on.
time again
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Pointing at an angry sky, two towers of stone, one new and one old.
The church was built by the indigenous people.
They were forced by the Spanish Conquistadores, to take apart their own pyramids and faith.
As if it wasn’t enough cruelty, the same stones had to be used in order to build the Cathedral.
And all that, in the name of what exactly ?
As Albert Camus once wrote, “ Empires and Churches are built under the sun of death.”
fading
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Withstanding seasons, in the old Mexico City, he is selling wrestling equipment since the beginning of times.
Or so it seems.
En La Sombra Del Tiempo Mexico by daniel malka 