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Em giấu nỗi đau mình sau ánh mắt lã lơi
Giấu trái tim em sau tiếng cười ngạo nghễ
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Em giấu nỗi đau mình sau ánh mắt lã lơi
Giấu trái tim em sau tiếng cười ngạo nghễ
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Còn lại gì ngoài những nỗi buồn
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Anh bõ quên khi quay lưng vội bước
Kết thúc 1cuộc chơi dù ai người thắng cuộc
Cũng thấy tê lòng trong trăm nhớ nghìn đau
Hạnh phúc mượn vay chĩ đẹp lúc ban đầu
Sau phút đam mê ta trỡ về thực tại
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Hạnh phúc mong manh tan như bọt bễ
Còn nỗi xót xa sao chẵng chịu tan cùng ..
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Nước mắt sau nụ cười gượng gạo
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IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Foto presa amb una Leica IIIb fabricada el 1938; objectiu Leitz Elmar f3.5 / 50mm fabricat el 1936; pel·licula Adox HR50, caducada de fa uns mesos.
L'estació de Bot és una de les que es troben al llarg de la via verda de la Terra Alta, i la única arran del seu poble. Està en ruines, però hi ha un tren-restaurant a les seves vies, l'anomenat "Lo Sarmentero". Un altre element important d'aquesta estació es que era el nucli central de la logistica militar franquista durant la Batalla del Ebre, ja que fins aquí podien arribar els trens amb soldats i munició.
L'antiga via de tren de Val de Zafán, en bona part convertida a via verda per a disfrutar a peu o en bicicleta, és un lloc fantastic per anar en familia. Nosaltres varem fer el tram (sempre de baixada) entre Horta de Sant Joan i l'estació de Pinell de Brai, on a més, varem dinar. També es coneix com la Via Verda de la Terra Alta. El detall fantastic és que et poden venir a recollir al final del recorregut, pel que t'estalvies la llarguissima tornada TOTA en pujada.
En total varem fer uns 21 quilometres, incloent el petit desviament cap al santuari i gorges de La Fontcalda. Si es vol, es pot continuar baixant fins a Tortosa, tot i que sembla que només recullen de tornada fins a Xerta.
Aquesta linea de tren, iniciada al s. XIX per a transportar carbó, no s'acabà fins el 1942, però amb poc exit. Fou abandonada el 1973. No va ser fins a inicis del s. XXI que es reconvertí en via verda, i de fet recordo haver-hi passat amb cotxe als anys 90, encara.
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Picture taken with a Leica IIIb made in 1938; Leitz Elmar f3.5 / 50mm lens, made in 1936; Adox HR50 film, expired some moths ago.
The former train station in Bot is one of those all along the greenway in the Terra Alta, and the only one located by it's town. It's partly ruined, but a former motorcar serves as a restaurant (Lo Sarmentero), and it's historically important because it was the main logistical hub for the fastist forces during the battle of the Ebro, in 1938. Here they unloaded quite near to the frontline soldiers and ammo (in 2023 it would have been a main target for GPS guided attacks, but that was science fiction back in 1938, and indeed out of range for the republican artillery).
The old Val de Zafán railway, largely converted into a greenway to enjoy on foot or by bike, is a fantastic place to go with the family. We did the section (always downhill) between Horta de Sant Joan and Pinell de Brai station, where we also had lunch. It is also known as the Via Verda de Terra Alta. The fantastic detail is that they can pick you up at the end of the route, so you save yourself the very long way back ALL uphill.
In total we did about 21 kilometers, including the small detour towards the sanctuary and gorges of La Fontcalda. If you want, you can continue down to Tortosa, although it seems they only pick up back to Xerta.
This train line, started in the s. XIX to transport coal, it was not finished until 1942, but with little success. It was abandoned in 1973. It wasn't until the beginning of the s. XXI that was converted into a greenway, and in fact I remember driving past it in the 90s, still.
del filo spinato
In memoria degli esseri umani che persero la loro libertà e il loro futuro, rinchiusi dal nazismo nel filo spinato dei campi di sterminio.
Scultura in bronzo, Pino Castagna, 2009, Piazza Isolo, Verona
The thorn
of the barbed wire
In memory of the human beings who lost their freedom and their future, locked up by the nazis barbed wire in the extermination camps
Bronze sculpture, Pino Castagna, 2009, Piazza Isolo, Verona
On Black // Interesthings // Verona // Se questo è un uomo
...cuando la tarde cae sin ningún miramiento y se define en un sinfín de tonalidades que arropan al cielo y lo preparan para la noche...
...cuando el camino del sol termina un una dulce agonía de una belleza que no puede ser descrita...
...entonces una fotografía relata tan maravilloso a la par que fugaz acontecimiento...
📟 : Watford Junction (WFJ) - London Euston (EUS)
🚇 : 710 268
710 268 seen in Northwick Park (South Kenton) as it heads to London Euston from Watford Junction on the London Overground Watford DC Line.
June 2014, Nieciecza village. Lo-fi photos (16 mm film) from Lomography DIANA BABY 110. Well, the film was expired/outdated, 'cause this time I used some non-Lomography.org 110 film for my lo-fi photography adventures. Hence not too much of contrast (cry, cry!!!) but also - hence some most strange effects. What I mean exactly - some round light-flares on several photos, hehe. But they look so bizarre that finally I decided to leave the photos in the collection after all. ;) Sometimes they look like kinda UFO or some "strange second sun". ;) Anyway I didn't make the effect by purpose and now I even wouldn't know how to replicate it later, haha. ;) Anyway, it passed almost a year since I took last time the DIANA BABY in my hands, so I have to admit this lomo-trip was really nice & pleasant.
Vivimos en una sociedad consumista que nos estimula a comprar, acumular, infrautilizar ....te bombardean para que termines pensando en todo lo que aparentemente es necesario tener... en todo lo que según la publicidad nos hara mas guapos, mas listos .. y por descontado mucho mas interesantes ... y al final... Dios mio!!!! al final resulta que lo que uno agradece .. lo que realmente le hace feliz son las cosas mas simples... Esas zapatillas viejecitas para ir por casa.... el sillon que nos abre los brazos para sentarnos .... el jaboncillo que nos devuelve el aroma a limpio en las manos ....
En esos momentos es cuando uno debería darse cuenta que no es tan imprescindible el bolso pijotero... los tacones imposibles.... la agenda electrónica ... la adicción al trabajo o el estrés de mantener atractiva tu cuenta en las redes sociales...pero eso.. bueno eso es otra historia
Esta fotografia es para Jose Francisco Girona, otro de mis grandes artistas ....una persona encantadora en su trato .... con una elegancia innata y que maneja las tonaliadades, las luces y las sombras de manera excepcional.... nos enseña esos objetos simples.. cotidianos... de tal manera que de repente uno abre mucho los ojos y dice.. Madre mia!!!! pero si es ... un lápiz!!!!.. pero.... pero.... pero.. mil rayos y mil centellas ....vaya pedazo de lapiz!!!!!!.. y entonces te corroe la envidia.. y te tiras de los pelos por no haber sido capaz de intuir su belleza ... Entonces comprendes que sus ojos no son los tuyos.. y que tu talento .....en realidad es .... absolutamente relativo...
"Lo Pan is the patron of builders. We offer and pray to him to keep us safe and bring luck in our tasks. Rituals have evolved in Our City that did not exist before. It may seem strange in our technological age, but many believe that divine favor is just as important to make a building strong as good planning and materials. For many, especially Lo Pan’s devoted, the creation of a building is both a physical and spiritual task. They are linked. Rituals are performed not just here, but at the site. Prayers said as the scaffolding is erected, as the bricks are laid. Such buildings last longer, I think. Perhaps it’s just because these builders care more about their work. Who am I really to say? But for me, I believe in the power of these rituals."
- Temple Caretaker
The Lo Pan shrine in Sector 4 was not merely a place of worship, but a meeting ground for builders and people interested in their trade. A person moving to a new apartment might ask there about the building's construction. Chances are, someone knew whether the work was done properly. Workers likewise used the shrine as a place to look for reputable construction jobs. It was, in fact, one of the city's best resources on the history and quality of construction, especially for places like Sector 4, where no official records were kept.
No comento vuestras fotos pero volveré pronto y no sé si me echareis de menos pero me encuentro sumida en una oposición y últimamente dispongo de poquísimo tiempo para las cosas que me gustan como es comentar vuestras fotografías.
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