Search results for: “belfast”
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de regreso a Belfast
Me siento raro al sacar mi cámara digital de su escondite y empezar a capturar el mundo que me rodea; odio ser un turista. En San Francisco un turista era el equivalente de aquel hombre que se para en la misma esquina, año tras años, y predije el regreso de Dios y predica el castigo…
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on Emilia
Emilia died yesterday, July 4, 2008. We found her lying on the pavement around the corner from the front façade of our building. As we pulled up the driveway, I saw her. My first instinct was to believe she was laying there waiting for us in the sun, but then I saw that she was…
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Prague
Prague is a medieval city crowned by the halo of communism—faded tricolored tenements circumscribe the historic quarters. Without, thick forests and lush rolling fields of green. Atop a hill lies the architectural patina that is Prague Castle, overlooking the Vltava-lascerated Bohemian city. At its heart is St. Vitus Cathedral, a juggernaut of flying buttresses—I still…
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on Lisburn
Yesterday I found myself in Lisburn, a small town situated south of Belfast; though it was not my intended destination. I was headed to Hillsborough, once the seat of power for Northern Ireland. I had imagined that Hillsborough would retain some of those qualities, that I had erroneously and optimistically applied to the whole of…
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en Irlanda del Norte
Faltan deseos, palabras para describir esto. Hoy ha llovido, después de grises días nublados. Durante un instanté creí ver en la distancia a Escocia; quizá un instante de locura. A veces este lugar comparte una fuerte similitud con un parque de atracción; faltan árboles y algo de lógica — un sueño irreal. Es tan fácil…
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first day in Northern Ireland
The perfunctory preparations for landing began: one last collection of rubbish; the eternal ‘please pull your chair and tray into the up-right position’; &c. And as I glanced from my window, I saw Ireland: an imperfect tessellated puzzle of dark green parcels of land and dark grey asphalt roads reinvigorated by morning showers. The airplane…
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susurran mi nombre labios ajenos
El personaje de ‘amitiés’ (pronunciación) cada vez me sorprende más; es todo un fenómeno all-unto-itself. Jamás imaginé que mi nombre llegase a ser pronunciado por los famosos, bueno los tentativamente famosos. Me es imposible imaginar la deletración fonética de mi seudónimo, concebir aquella unidad única y particular derramar como gota de los labios de aquellas…
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Travels — Galleries
The following are the currently available galleries. Please click on the pink arrow that follows each description to go to the respective gallery. 22—24 September 2006; 163 photos of Oxford. Though the majority of the photos in this gallery were taken in Oxford, there are some photos of Birmingham International Airport and some places in…