The talking pictures

NEW YORK—James Dean alone in Times Square, 1955.
© Dennis Stock / Magnum Photos

CERRO MURIANO, Spain—Federico Borrell Garcia, Spanish loyalist militiaman, collapses into death, 1936.

PESHAWAR, Pakistan—An Afghan girl at Nasir Bagh refugee camp, 1984.
© Steve McCurry / Magnum Photos



Afeghan womens in the camp field preparing to battle and die

FRANCE—D-Day, Omaha Beach, 1944.
© ROBERT CAPA © 2001 By Cornell Capa / Magnum Photos

POLAND—Teresa, a child in a residence for disturbed children, grew up in a concentration camp. She has drawn a picture of "home" on the blackboard, 1948.

SANTA CLARA, Cuba—Fidel Castro lifts a young admirer during the revolution, 1959.
© Burt Glinn / Magnum Photos

MEXICO—Mexicans are arrested while trying to cross the U.S. border, 1979.
© Alex Webb / Magnum Photos

ARLINGTON, Va.—Jan Rose Kasmir confronts the National Guard outside the Pentagon during the 1967 anti-Vietnam War march, 1967.
© Marc Riboud / Magnum Photos

NORTH CAROLINA—A black man drinks at segregated water fountains, 1950.
© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

PARIS—Students hurl projectiles during the May 1968 student protest.
© Bruno Barbey / Magnum Photos

BIRMINGHAM, Ala.—A female protester being arrested and led away by police, 1963.
© Bruce Davidson / Magnum Photos

ARLINGTON, Va.—Jacqueline Kennedy at John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s funeral, Nov. 25, 1963.
© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

MOSCOW—Nikita Khrushchev and Richard Nixon’s kitchen debate, 1959.
© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

SOUTH CAROLINA—A funeral of a soldier killed in Vietnam, 1966.
© Constantine Manos / Magnum Photos

KORDOFAN, Sudan—The Nubas, 1949.
© George Rodger / Magnum Photos

SHARPEVILLE, South Africa—Police open fire on a crowd, killing more than 70 and injuring hundreds of others during what came to be known as the Sharpeville massacre, 1960.
© Ian Berry / Magnum Photos

BEIJING, China—Tiananmen Square, 1989.
© Stuart Franklin / Magnum Photos

NEW BRIGHTON, United Kingdom—1985.
© Martin Parr / Magnum Photos

"The photograph is completely abstracted from life, yet it looks like life. That is what has always excited me about photography"

Richard Calvar

Sand Castle

i've lived my summer in the spring...
and builted sand castles in the rain
i have a summer love in spring
and i would do that again...

i fell off my cloud into your arms
in a summer day...but still spring
i fell off to you so many times
and you've always said to me the same thing:

- this is not summer...but spring!

i continue to whisper to my castle
the smell you have...what a thing!
like the flowers i catch, but in dreams
they don´t grow in summer, but spring...

our love was just a song...and so, the spring has ended...
i didn't understood...i'm loosing my lover
in that moment i fell off to you again, then you said:

- this is not spring...but summer!


Telma

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This is our last chance, love...

No one knows where the night can go
except for the few lovers
entangled and torn from the hour
the stars now are starting to leave
a silent moon begins to weep
and the lovers fall further and further
into the dark and deep
come morning, without warning
the absence of love's embrace
like winter's light, it creeps on in
and the moon's tears fade
he starts the car and is driving away
hearing her voice and tasting their last kiss
that sent them spinning and racing
the moon's glow lights the way
otherwordly underwater dreamscape
till a semi's headlights invade
come morning, without warning
the absence of love's embrace
like winter's light, it creeps on in
and the moon's sullen glow is fading
the glow is fading
the glow is fading
soul escaping
stars are leaving, the moon is weeping
soul escaping
soul escaping
racing through the night...
the glow is fading
the glow is fading

lyric: Fade by Calexico

The misture

O que é que fazes quando a magia desvanece....o que é que fazes????qual é a tua cura?!?

ohh nothing’s gonna change my love for you

I wanna spend my life with you

So we make love on the grass under the moon

No one can tell, damned if I do

Forever journeys on golden avenues

I drift in your eyes since I love you

I got that beat in my veins for only rule

Love is to share, mine is for you

imagem: miro

lyric: sebatien tellier_ la ritournelle