El Camino al Cielo

Todo Sobre Mi Madre (All about My Mother)

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"mamá, la película va a empezar."

con Eloy Azorín y Cecilia Roth

una de las peliculas españolas maravillosas que me encanta mucho es la del Pedro Almodóvar.
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En la noche cuando fue atropellado Esteban por un coche, lloró Manuela demasiado hasta que no pudo más llorar. En las circustancias que pasaron, ya no pudo ver claramente y el presente y el futuro se mezclaron en la oscuridad.

Aquella misma noche, mientras esperaba Manuela (Roth) en el hospital, leía las últimas lineas escritas por su hijo en un cuaderno, lo que siempre llevaba él.
"Miré por la habitación de mi madre esta mañana hasta que busqué unas fotos, de las que estaría mi padre. Todas fueron cortadas en la mitad. No me importa nada quien era, ni como le trató a mi madre. Nadie me puede coger este derecho de conocer a mi papá."

Nunca le hablaba a Estebán sobre su padre. ¿Cómo se explica que su padre se había cambiado su sexualidad?. No era tan facíl. Nunca.

En la memoria de su hijo, deja Manuela Madrid y viaja a Barcelona en busca de su padre. Le quiere decir que las últimas palabras escritas por Estebán fueron para él, aunque no conocía a su padre nunca. Pero lo primero tiene que decirle que, cuando Manuela le abandonó a su marido desde hace 18 años, estaba embarazada, tenía un hijo y se acabó de marchitar.

También le debe decir a su ex-marido que le puso a su hijo el nombre, Esteban, como su padre biológico, antes de que cambiara su nombre a Lola. Lola, el trasvestido

Así va Manuela a Barcelona en busca de su ex-marido y el padre de su hijo. La búsqueda por un hombre con ese pseudonombre no puede ser tan sencillo. Y por cierto no será tan sencillo.

whew! doing translations is definitely not a joke.

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Porque también somos lo que hemos perdido.

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Las Luces que me hacen soñar

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el chico de la foto soy yo. fue tomada ayer en la fiesta por mi primo, Juan Cristóbal
(que me parece también un buen fotografo como yo. jeje), mientras yo admiraba las luces.
No esperé tales buenas fotos. Qué bacano!

Chiquito Dulce

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aquí de la foto se ve la mirada de admiración en la cara del muchachito, mientras veía las bailarinas en el escenario

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el chiquito bailando todo el tiempo en la fiesta

El zapato que no baila

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el zapato

Catalina Sorprendida

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one of the persons whom I'd always love to take photos of is Catalina. She looks good in every angle, photogenic and gorgeous in every way.

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cata

Martha (también) Sorprendida

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¿a quién mira martha? parece sorprendida a lo que ve, ¿no?

Dos Chicas Colombianas

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Ahí van las hermanas colombianas, bajando la escalera de Leopold Museum en Viena. Hoy, por la primera vez encuentro a Martha (la que lleva una bolsa roja, sonriendo), la hermana de Catalina.

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at the Museumsquartier. Here's the side view of Cata and
of the Kunsthistorishes Museum, as well.

de perros amores

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de la película amores perros

"...because we are what we have lost."

Morgen ist heute schon gestern (Teil 1)

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Na ja, ein Monat ist schon wieder zu Ende und dann kommt morgen vielleicht eine große Überraschung meines Lebens...

An: KurtsKurs

2005-04-28T05:58:00.000+02:00

hallo, Leute. Nun möchte ich euch für euren Besuch in meiner Seite danken. Ich hoffe, dass ihr die Fotos genießt und eines Tages versuche ich etwas auf Deutsch zu erzählen. Bitte vergesst nicht in 'shout-out box' zu schreiben.

Auf euren nächsten Besuch würde ich mich sehr freuen.

Viel Spaß und Vielen Dank.

La canción me da mucho dolor en la cabeza

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the song doesn't play properly. *aargh!!* perhaps i should upload a better one... i put this track on my website just for me to have something to listen to while browsing through my page. hehe.
*If you find this song annoying, i suggest that you turn down the volume of your speakers or better yet, turn it off. :)

song: duele el amor
(aleks sytek & ana torroja)

Baño for everyone

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woah! I found this sign posted on our bathroom door quite intriguing so I took a shot of it...

Mis cosas preferidas

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my favorite things.

Remembering Manila

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Posted below are some of my favorite places in Manila... *aaawww... it makes me want to go back home*

Universidad de Santo Tomás 1611
España, Manila

*aargh* i miss UST!! Could somebody take me back to Manila? hehe.

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esta de la foto es mi madre como caminaba hacia el Palacio del Gobernador en
Intramuros de Manila

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mi tía. a stolen shot in front of a hotel in roxas blvd.

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Basilica de San Sebastián, Plaza del Carmen
(Quiapo, Manila)

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Fort Santiago
(Intramuros de Manila)

one of my favorite destinations in Manila is the walled city of Intramuros. Julio and I would always spend Friday afternoon sitting upon its walls and strolling around the old city. It made my stay in Manila truly worth-remembering.

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Here's a panoramic view of the buildings along Roxas Boulevard. This shot was taken by my stepdad during his trip to the historical Corregidor Island.

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welcome aboard!
(manila bay, march 2005)

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José Protacio Mercado Rizal y Alonzo Realonda a.k.a. Pepe or Joe:). This is the monument of the philippine national hero. Again, this was taken by my stepdad but I enhanced the texture and color of this picture.

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the oldest-existing picture of Iglesia de Sto. Domingo in Manila. It is the literal imitation of the York Cathedral in England.

A Glimpse of the Past: Concentration Camp in Mauthausen, Austria

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I know how strange this may sound, but Mauthausen has one of the best sights a tourist spot could ever have. The main highlight of my trip was the visit to the concentration camp where thousands of Jews, Russians, Spaniards, and other Europeans had been ruthlessly tortured to death. Despite the devastation it had brought to the lives of innocent people during Hitler's regime, tourists from different countries still visited the site and thoughtfully reminisced the tragic history that had left a deep wound in the hearts of every survivor.

a few steps more...

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Upon seeing the main gate from a distance, I felt as if I was being transported back in time. The massive wooden portals and stone fortifications were properly restored. It looked as perfectly the same as it was before.

Mauthausen looked nothing like a concentration camp, but rather a medieval fortress.

gateway of death.
once you cross this portal, you're dead.

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in memory of the Jews
who were ruthlessly slaughtered in the concentration camp (ca. 1945)

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other tourists entering the camp

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high fortifications.
(courtesy of John)

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While searching for a possible entrance through the barracks, my cousin peeped into the window to see whether there were restless souls wandering inside. (just kidding.)

peeping John

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Häftlingsbaracke, which means Prisonsers' Barracks

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a closer view of the watch tower

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these wooden double deck beds served as
the prisoners' sanctuary.

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Looking through the windows, i took this
amateur shot of their beds

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Plan des Konzentrationslagers. The map

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Inside the barracks.
(it's kinda cold in here.)

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Tattoed survivors found in a barracks in Mauthausen
(May 5-15, 1945)

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here's my cousin, still smiling
despite the devastated faces of suffering prisoners in the photo

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Das Begräbnis.
The graveyard

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Der Friedhof. The burial site of the other victims.

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similar to a giant oven.
The Crematorium
(I didn't like the smell at all!)

could you imagine just how many people were burned in this so-called, giant oven?

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Exekutionsstätte. The actual site where the holocaust took place

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Inside the Sezierraum.

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Der Sezierraum. literally means, The Dissecting Room.
As the literal meaning implies, this is the site where the corpses were... ok, never mind.

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prison cell.
(go toward the light...)

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Die Häftlingskleidung

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the victims...
(i just could not afford to stare at their faces.)

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a brief history.
(click on the image)

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An old picture of the concentration camp.

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stone fortification of Mauthausen.
(quite similar to that of Intramuros in Manila
or Fort San Pedro in Cebú)

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Granite taken from the quarry was used to build the massive stone structure of the prison. In addition to the stone buildings, there were barrack buildings for the prisoners, constructed of wood and painted green with white trim around the windows.

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Juan, Riche and ehem... yours truly

Linzzzzzzzzzz.....

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A baroque church in Linz

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eine Straße in Linz
(ich und Riche an der linken Seite der Straße)

These are my Childhood Frustrations. hehe

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Welcome to Pöstlingberg in Linz!

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surprised gnomes

I guess it's their first time to see a camera! Just look how surprised they were!

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whatever..

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The centerpiece of the fairy-tale land is a model of the main plaza of Linz constructed in 1936.

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Roglerauer Urhase

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on our way to the concentration camp

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Filipinos in Linz

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with my cousin in Grottenbahn. the ride was extremely boring! aargh!

Lewd thoughts...

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Sometimes I feel the urge to %$&"§¿?!!! off when I know I should be doing something else.

Concealed Emotions

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Flashback… 4 march 2003*

Someone broke into our house just as we were all asleep. When I heard a very familiar voice speaking right underneath my bedroom, I slowly got off my bed and pulled the door barely open, through which I could squint and have a little view of what was going on outside. What came into my sight was my father who was walking toward my room. Startled by what I saw, I jumped back onto my bed right away and pretended to be asleep. Mixed thoughts came rushing through my reverie, as though I couldn’t tell which emotion I should feel upon seeing my dad. In my dimly-lit room, he entered. I could feel his strong presence as he laid something on my bedside table. Whatever it was, I wouldn’t want to know. Without a word or even a gesture, he left me with a blank look on his face. Exactly as he had gotten out of the room, I followed and tried to reach out for him though he wouldn’t look back at me. Instead, I concealed myself behind my bedroom door to avoid being seen by my aunt, who, at that moment, was speaking to him. My father seemed as if a robot, having shown no expression on his face as he murmured peculiar words which sounded like gibberish to me. I peeked from behind the slightly opened door and watched my dad as he slowly walked away and out of sight.
Frustrated to express my sentiments for him, I felt as if I was a prisoner of my four-cornered room, as if I had been locked on a chain that obstructed me from reaching out for him, as if I had been ensnared by my emotions that I didn’t know whether to be happy or be sad. Instead, I was only a little child whose voice was unheard.
I confined myself on one corner until I found myself crying so hard that my breath almost stifled.
After awhile, I suddenly became unconscious.
Thinking that I had been suffering from a fatal nightmare, a person came rushing into my room and said, “Gising na, you must have been dreaming.”
After having traveled to a fantasy (which I know would seem impossible to happen), my poor restless soul finally came back to my body as my cousin suddenly slapped my face so hard that it brought me back to reality.

(This dream had occurred the night before I left for Austria. 4.March 2003)

Duele El Amor

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duele el amor

Duele el amor sin ti,

duele hasta matar.

Siento la humedad en mí,
de verte llorar, ni hablar,
si es que tú te vas de aquí
creo que a mí me va a sufrir.
Hoy quisiera detener el tiempo,
la distancia entre los dos,
pero se apagó la luz del cielo,
ya no sale más el sol,
soy fragilidad sin ti,
¿cómo superar el fin?
¿dónde es que dañé?,
no sé, y el recuperar se fue.
Ni tú ni yo somos culpables,
pero somos vulnerables,
son las cosas de la vida,
¿qué me queda por vivir?.
Duele el amor sin ti,
llueve hasta mojar,
duele el amor sin ti,
duele hasta matar,
duele el amor sin ti,
todo está tan gris.

La verdad inevitable (Inevitable truth)

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La vida es siempre llenas de sorpresas. No podemos decir ni pronosticar nunca lo que nos ofrece el futuro. Hoy, estamos aquí y mañana--- no más.

La muerte.
(más...)

Vienna in Panorama

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lazying under the sun

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Der Stephansdom

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Gloriette. Schloss Schönbrunn

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Unteres Belvedere

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Oberes Belvedere. March 2005

Mamá borracha

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--¿Qué le dice una borracha Deysi a un recién nacido?

--"Bebe"