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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


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.


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.


cities get lost

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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.


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.


suspended

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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.