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I take the floor (219) - Tomo a palavra (219)

- 7 days ago - 5 comments

Velvet time no sun neither rain nor wind the night humidity weeps grass more green now against the grey day remains nearby under my glance my private landscape. Tempo de veludo sem sol nem chuva nem vento a humidade da noite chora relva agora mais verde contra o dia cinzento fica a meus pés sob o meu olhar minha paisagem privada. by Armando TABORDA, 2013

I take the floor (218) - Tomo a palavra (218)

- June 4, 2013 - 10 comments

A-dos-Ruivos nonamazing weekend at the no feast village nor rockets excitement I rest at the porch surrounded by flowers wind golden dust heat of June cumulus clouds over the horizon flying insects as useless books by Fernando Pessoa and all his heteronymous cause the disquiet isn't a literary fallacy but a permanent mind state even if the circumstantial peace and the fields scent innebriate me. A-dos-Ruivos fim de semana nada alucinante na aldeia se…

I take the floor (217) - Tomo a palavra (217)

- May 23, 2013 - 7 comments

It's a grey day mild I become sleepy not from wine but from ageing that inebriates my remains of health vitality and movement in the meantime my memory doesn't feel sorry cause after lunch falls asleep. Está um dia cinzento cálido fico sonolento não de vinho mas da idade que inebria o que me resta de saúde vitalidade e movimento entretanto minha memória não se compadece porque depois do almoço adormece. by Armando TABORDA, 2013

I take the floor (216) - Tomo a palavra (216)

- May 15, 2013 - 7 comments

I was born from dark matter I became visible in my mother's pregnancy only to be soul one day invisible sequence of many million years with many million beings and many million lives and deaths kept in planetary glass cases that dark energy doesn't allow to disperse for not to be all lost in the virtual universe. Nasci da matéria escura tornei-me visível na gravidez de minha mãe para um dia ser apenas alma sequência invisível de muitos milhões de anos com muitos m…

I take the floor (215) - Tomo a palavra (215)

- May 9, 2013 - 7 comments

Winds buzz into the library tense skin eardrums deafen by writing fall from bookcases the whirl could be believable if words move orderly around but they don't rotating letters fall down on a piece of paper without nexus and it levitates as well dry flower navigates through the mild heat of May slight and senseless in the vortex centre. Zumbem ventos na biblioteca tímpanos tensa pele de tambor ensurdecem à escrita que tomba das estantes se circulasse ordeiramente…

I take the floor (214) - Tomo a palavra (214)

- May 1, 2013 - 15 comments

A constant wind blows around the place where I am living on drags a repeated word pieces of paper and garbage circulate in whirls by corners pigeons peck crumbs at the squares of public buildings and the wind pushes the word hunger here and there lands on city's lanes and remains. Sopra un vento constante ao redor do lugar onde vivo repetidamente arrasta uma palavra bocados de papel e lixo circulam em redemoínhos pelos cantos pombos debicam migalhas…

I take the floor (213) - Tomo a palavra (213)

- April 30, 2013 - 9 comments

The puzzle becomes Portugal without promises

Since a long time now I don't remember my memories I think they are winged without weight nor shape pieces watching me abyss where I fall asleep. Now I find them again the puzzle becomes Portugal without promises gains shape and weight under the abyss of light there is an uncertain sea where I wake up. Memórias não vos recordo há muito penso-vos aladas sem peso nem forma pedaços a vigiar-me abismo onde adormeço. Agora reencontro-vos o puzzle fa…

I take the floor (212) - Tomo a palavra (212)

- April 3, 2013 - 8 comments

I want a decisive dream all the others didn't come true they laid behind they were badly dreamed incompetent forgotten by routines that support me survival expensive vices exhibitionist ego for nothing now I know cause it's still feasible I get rid of my pantomimes and I want to dream of you. Quero um sonho decisivo todos os outros não se cumpriram ficaram pelo caminho foram mal sonhados incompetentes esquecidos nas rotinas que me sustentam sobrevivência vícios caros…

I take the floor (211) - Tomo a palavra (211)

- March 26, 2013 - 6 comments

Sun emotional appeal to my daily wit diaphanous clarity that slowly gets away by nightfall and leaves the mystery of life so intense and present that I stay static astonished by my compelling shadow of light. Sol emoção que me concentra a atenção do dia diáfana claridade que ao fim da tarde lentamente foge e deixa o mistério da vida tão presente e intenso que fico estático perplexo em minha envolvente sombra de luz. by Armando TABORDA, unpublished text, 2013

I take the floor (210) - Tomo a palavra (210)

- March 19, 2013 - 12 comments

With a glass of red wine I greet the travel in the intermediate stop of the life's heartburn. The soul just becomes happy with a place inside the body. The hidden of my compass turns 360º around looking for which North? How long this ardour will burn the soul's painless? Com um copo de vinho tinto saúdo a viagem em escala na azia da vida. A alma contenta-se com um lugar no corpo. O recôndito de minha bússola gira 360º à procura de que Norte? Por quanto tempo este ardor queimará…

I take the floor (209) - Tomo a palavra (209)

- March 11, 2013 - 12 comments

Light I think of you by dawn while my skin gets thick waiting for a new day it's the right time to tell you that when you be reborn my solitude will remain with me and you at distance of this insomnia will illuminate my life. Luz pensar-te assim de madrugada quando minha pele se crispa à espera do dia é o exacto momento de dizer-te quando renasceres minha solidão ficará comigo e tu à distância desta insónia iluminarás minha vida. by Armando TABORDA, unpublished text…

I take the floor (208) - Tomo a palavra (208)

- March 5, 2013 - 19 comments

Since fifty years now my night is flooded by Frédéric Chopin music I think there was little change in my condition my pores become thick of emotion this damned absolute beauty so close to be met as before I feel life is better than spilled anguish in cascade of sounds petrified but unintentionally I am tempted to forget my dream of crystal. Como há cinquenta anos atrás inundo minha noite com música de Frédéric Chopin e penso que minha condição pouco mudou fico de poros cre…

Petit mot d'ami - Palavra de amigo (email lettre - carta, de Lionel Deyna)

- February 27, 2013 - 9 comments

Je t'aime beaucoup mon ami Armando , toi et ta Poésie. J'ai souvent le sentiment de bien te comprendre (malgré la langue!!) et ta propre poésie fait beaucoup de bien à la mienne. Tu sais, je ne crois pas que nos poèmes racontent nos vies mais...la vie, les questions des hommes devant l'amour, la nature et devant Dieu bien sur...l'infini et le fini. C'est pour cela qu'on nous aime parfois et nous deteste aussi parfois!: comme tu dis, "l'inquiètude". C'est encore plus fort que l'angoisse car l'an…

I take the floor (207) - Tomo a palavra (207)

- February 25, 2013 - 10 comments

I give shelter to my insomnia in the wing of my dream and I dream I am a passing cloud that protects me from the hot and unlikely sun that will be rising and certainly flooding me of light. Abrigo a minha insónia na asa do meu sonho e sonho que sou uma nuvem passageira que me protege do sol quente e inverosimil que vai nascer e por certo inundar-me de luz. by Armando TABORDA, unpublished text, 2013

I take the floor (206) - Tomo a palavra (206)

- February 15, 2013 - 16 comments

Today I navigate rumours of cascade's light that wonder me it's so easy to surf on golden sun vibrations surrounded by mystery that leads navigators to find out the world immersed as astronaut's levitation where the blue planet appears suspended in the chaotic space's marvel so I stay slow alone and astonished by the geography's contemplation of dream. Hoje navego rumores de cascata de luz que me extasiam é tão fácil ondular na vibração dourada do sol envolto pelo mistério qu…

I take the floor (205) - Tomo a palavra (205)

- February 7, 2013 - 9 comments

A restrained fever keeps the temperature of my body up above the Great Lisboa my soul travels with the breeze of the night the writing hides from me easily on the other Tejo's bank where blows the same breeze herald of the murmurs that put me to sleep. Uma febre contida mantém a temperatura de meu corpo minha alma viaja com a brisa da noite por sobre a Grande Lisboa a escrita esconde-se de mim facilmente na outra margem do Tejo onde sopra a mesma brisa arauto dos murmúrios que…

I take the floor (204) - Tomo a palavra (204)

- January 29, 2013 - 2 comments

Expectant in the middle of the cornfield I feel myself hideous scarecrow shaken by the wind I see nothing around me so many birds fly in circular flight and perch on the mature cobs they are fattening due to my inability to scare them two more brave peck in my empty eye sockets the water that humidifies their feathers suddenly in my blindness I see you firstly I think you are the sun surf on the corn sea afterward I just understand the wind decided to walk upon that vibration as…

I take the floor (203) - Tomo a palavra (203)

- January 22, 2013 - 15 comments

I feel myself a tired steed I don't give up breathless at the gallop through the blue track that whips my face as fast as the reflexes of the far away mountain blind me I don't know if the decomposed light into its own spectrum charms me I dream so close of myself that I think I am an utopia of a poet incarcerated in himself surprised by the mystery of life muddled obsessed by the uncertainty to reach the mountain's foot if a heart arrest paralyzes me or my dream smashes into a…

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