" EL ABUELO " by RobyHermida

Photography • People • posted on Apr 02, 2008

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El abuelo un día cuando era muy joven, allá en su Galicia miró el horizonte y pensó que otras sendas tal vez existían y al viento del norte que era un viejo amigo, le hablo de su prisa le mostró sus manos, que mansas y fuertes estaban vacías y el viento le dijo: Construye tu vida detrás de los mares, allende Galicia. Y el abuelo un día en un viejo barco se marchó de España el abuelo un día como tantos otros, con tanta esperanza la imagen querida de su vieja aldea y de sus montañas se llevó grabada muy dentro del alma, cuando el viejo barco se alejo de España. Y el abuelo un día subió la carreta de subir la vida, empuñó el arado, abono la tierra y el tiempo corría y lucho sereno por plantar el árbol que tanto quería el abuelo un día lloró bajo el árbol, que al fin florecía lloró de alegría cuando vio sus manos, que un poco mas viejas, no estaban vacías. Y el abuelo entonces cuando yo era un niño, me hablaba de España del viento del norte, de su vieja aldea y de sus montañas le gustaba tanto recordar las cosas que llevo grabadas muy dentro del alma que a veces callado, sin decir palabra, me hablaba de España. Y el abuelo un día, cuando era muy viejo, allende Galicia me tomó la mano, y yo me di cuenta que ya se moría entonces me dijo: con muy pocas fuerzas y con menos prisa prométeme hijo que a la vieja aldea irás algún día, que al viento del norte, dirás que su amigo, a una nueva tierra le entregó la vida... y el abuelo un día se quedó dormido sin volver a España el abuelo un día, como tantos otros con tanta esperanza y al tiempo al abuelo lo vi en las aldeas, lo vi en las montañas en cada mañana y en cada leyenda y en todas las sendas que anduve en España. Alberto Cortez ************************************************* ROBY

Comments (96)

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RobyHermida

9:05AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

The grandfather one day when it was very young, there in their Galicia he looked at the horizon and he thought that other paths perhaps existed and to the wind of the north that was an old friend, I speak to him of their hurry it showed him their hands, that meek and strong they were empty and the wind told him: It builds your life behind the seas, beyond Galicia. And the grandfather one day in an old ship he left of Spain the grandfather one day like so many other, with so much hope the image loved of their old village and of their mountains it was taken recorded very inside the soul, when the old ship you takes away from Spain. And the grandfather one day it went up the cart of going up the life, it seized the plow, I pay the earth and the time ran and I fight watchman to plant the tree that point wanted the grandfather one day he cried under the tree, that finally it flourished he cried of happiness when he saw their hands, that a little but old, they were not empty. And the grandfather then when I was a boy, he spoke to me of Spain of the wind of the north, of their old village and of their mountains he liked so much to remember the things that I take recorded very inside the soul that sometimes quiet, without saying word, he spoke to me of Spain. And the grandfather one day, when it was very old, beyond Galicia he took my hand, and I realized that he already died then he told me: with very few forces and with less hurry promise me son that to the old village you will go some day, that to the wind of the north, you will say that their friend, to a new earth he gave him the life... and the grandfather one day was sleeping without returning to Spain the grandfather one day, as so many others with so much hope and at the time to the grandfather saw it in the villages, I saw it in the mountains in every morning and in each legend and in all the paths that I walked in Spain. Alberto Cortez ROBY

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psycho56

9:07AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

very artistic

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Indoda

9:10AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Excellent character shot - great lighting - thanks for the translation - says it all - well done

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Mousson

9:13AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

WOW! I'm impressed... 5!

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Anain

9:16AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Preciosas palabras de Alberto Córtez y fantástica imagen. Me he quedado verdaderamente impresionada y conmovida. Excelente Roby!

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djescapes

9:28AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

The light is beautiful...great story, Roby!

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danob

9:28AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Way to go Roby one of your very best!

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helanker

9:33AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

A wondeful capture Roby and the poem is so beautiful.

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magnus073

9:37AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

¡El Roby este es simplemente una maravillosa foto, su historia que va con esta foto es magnífico mi amigo

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SapUS59

9:37AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Excellent capture and a great image !!

MrsLubner

9:55AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

This is a wonderful shot. The rich, warm sun on the door, the gentleman in the shade on the step, the seemingly candidness of the shot is great!

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furuta

10:24AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

I feel it in a story. Very excellent capture!!

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FrenchKiss

10:30AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Marvelous photo! Love the play of light on the door and the old man is so happy there. beautiful!

Kuiski

10:33AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Muy buena foto!!! :D

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koosievantutte

10:34AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

very fine image

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DaiKepler

10:45AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

The evening shadows are falling upon the old gentleman. Many pass him by with a negligent glance. Yet he holds great stories and wisdom for us all. Beautiful work Roby!

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carlx

10:46AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Excellent capture and atmosphere, Roby!!!

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JeffG7BRJ

10:55AM | Wed, 02 April 2008

Una captura maravillosa del anciano Roby, el poema es tal hermoso uno que queda la imagen como un guante. Concuerdo con Danny cuando él dice que es uno de su mejor. Veo al anciano que sienta allí, pensando en su patria lejos a través del mar. El trabajo magnífico mi amigo. ¡Bravo! !!!!

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