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

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THE DANIEL MALKA PHOTO PROJECT FUND RAISER PORTRAIT GALLERY “HOW THEY SEE”

THE DANIEL MALKA PHOTO PROJECT FUND RAISER PORTRAIT GALLERY "HOW THEY SEE".

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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

Fly Away But Never Run Away

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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

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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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.


now we Rise now we Sleep

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Fading slowly in its own shadow.
The symbol of a forgotten and forbidden culture.
It is forbidden to teach or to learn Maya in Mexican schools.
How ironic and contradictory, when genetics and physiognomy tell such a different story.
In the eyes of the observers, they proudly stand tall. However, stone by stone, they are so fragile in the hands of humanity.
In its deepest shadows, rest the remains of an absurd lack of humanism, greed, all disguised as colonisation.


sundial

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How many times did the clock go around her ?
When will the shadow reach her for a last time?


reflection

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A pause in the busy market, as people sit quietly and eat fruity ice cones.
I stare at the shadow into the bright, cold reflection and I wonder.
Is it my reflection that I am staring at, or is it my granmother’s.
I never knew her, but I recall a very similar sepia faded image of her, wrapped in a scarf.


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.