hOpE / from fAIth by David Cardona -a nOn flAsh tAkEs single-

by David Cardona July. 05, 2007 6786 views


Good morning Poland,
could U answer me,
when finally come better days..

Doniu Liber - Dzień Dobry Polsko [youtube.com]

Another piece:
Trois Couleurs BLANC - Krzisztof Kieslowski [es.youtube.com]

sOnEtO dE AlmAfUErtE

No te des por vencido ni aun vencido,
no te sientas esclavo ni aun esclavo;
trémulo de pavor, piénsate bravo,
y arremete feroz, ya mal herido.
Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido
que ya viejo y ruin vuelve a ser clavo;
no la cobarde estupidez del pavo
que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido.
Procede como Dios que nunca llora;
o como Lucifer que nunca reza;
o como el robledal cuya grandeza
necesita del agua y no la implora.
¡Que muerda y vocifere vengadora
ya rodando en el polvo tu cabeza!

Pedro Bonifacio Palacios

Argentina, 1854-1917


from fAIth
a nOn flAsh tAkEs single

by David Cardona

This Photoblog entry is dedicated to all those
wOmEn of Kieslowski´s Polland

A related tribute to film director:
Remembering Kieslowski (1941-1996) bc 10th aniversary [youtube.com]

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hOpE / from fAIth by David Cardona

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Ania 14 years, 2 months ago


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Pixelpunk10010 14 years, 2 months ago

Very interesting subject. It catches the eye. It becomes very meaningful with the name you gave it.

14 years, 2 months ago Edited
David Cardona 14 years, 2 months ago

Thanks for comments! Special thanks to [url=http://www.photoblog.com/FromMyInside/2007/07/31/]Kasia[/url] for first song.

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Lynda 14 years, 2 months ago

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

----Emily Dickinson

14 years, 2 months ago Edited
Freyja 14 years, 3 months ago

So great!! Hope comes from a wooden stick on the ground too, LOVE it!

14 years, 3 months ago Edited
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