Armando Taborda's articles


  • Human Waste - Desperdício Humano

    - 28 hours ago - 9 comments
    Peniche, fortress sentry box
    Human waste supple as water foam on the barracks' wall till collapsing in tears fragments of cement and lime interweaved dust by our hands. Desperdício humano dúctil como espuma de água no muro do quartel até ruir em lágrimas estilhaços de cimento e cal pó que entretecemos nas mãos. by Armando TABORDA, in "Manual do Desperdício", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2008; 2nd edition…

  • Joe's Bar

    - September 16, 2022 - 4 comments
    "That's Nice The Music Sounds Perfect", she said
    The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost human smiling smoke spirals around the words. Glasses straighten up colourless by the kiss of lips caress of hands musics and glimpses. "That's nice the music sounds perfect" she said. The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost certain fades away night spirals around the silence. A multidão no "Joe's Bar" é quase humana sorri em espirais de fumo à roda de palavras. Copos perfilam-se exangues no beijo de lábios…

  • Constant Wind - Vento Constante

    - September  8, 2022 - 14 comments
    Time Goes By (6)
    A constant wind blows around the place where I'm living on and 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 alleys and remains. Sopra um vento constante ao redor do lugar onde vivo repetidamente arrasta uma palavra bocados de papel e lixo circulam em redemoínhos pelos cantos pombos de…

  • Deserter - Desertor

    - August 29, 2022 - 7 comments
    Deserter (illustration)
    Drums are beaten far away I don't know who is being executed I imagine myself a sailor without navigated sea hidden in the Jerónimos' crypt cowardly pasted to the stone's columns as they were land to discover deserter in time to sail away not departing criminal. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)…


    - August 21, 2022 - 6 comments
    "life is a cross", it's said, but not everyone carries it. there is a lot of cheating, for example, pretending not to see or have it, nailing it on the back of an unwary innocent, setting it on the high altar or at the church facade. "a vida é uma cruz", diz-se, mas nem todos a carregam. há para aí muita batota, por exemplo, fingindo não a ver ou ter, pregando-a nas costas dum incauto inocente, fixando-a no altar-mór ou na fachada da igreja. by Armando TABORDA, 2017 (post…


    - August 14, 2022
    THE ARMY & THE LETTERS, Programme D. Afonso Henriques, Literary Exhibition, catalogue cover (1)
    The Portuguese Army Day is celebrated on October 24th remembering the remote year of 1147, when Lisbon was conquered by D. Afonso Henriques , our first king and founder. Last years the itinerant ephemeris has been celebrated in diverse main cities. Current year's commemoration took place in Castelo Branco. The Literary Exhibition , by occasion of the Army Day, settled down at the Cybercentro in the mentioned city, from October 18th to 24th, 2010, under the theme "The Army and The Letter…


    - August 11, 2022 - 1 comment
    There is something indelible in late afternoon almost night as if the tenderness that falls on the warm and humid city was a sensual curtain that hides you from me behind the window I look on the treetops at the avenue they drip varnishes on parked cars scars on bodies recently returned home look behind windows over the treetops looking for someting indelible early evening Há qualquer coisa indelével no fim da tarde quase noite como se a ternura que cai na cidade c…

  • Manuscript - Manuscrito

    - August  2, 2022
    A few days ago, my step daughter Cristina Brito went to the beach but forgot her Moleskine Notebook. The only similar thing she had on hand was an old Círculo de Leitores novel, in the handag, for travelling reading. It was there in the margins and blank spaces she wrote. The precision of her manuscript is also incredible, without amendments or scibbles, as if it were the text final version; so clean, smooth and elegant as the hands that wrote it. Há dias a minha enteada Cristina Brito foi à…


    - August  1, 2022
    Maria Adelina AMORIM (MAA), poet-historian, narrates human condition since immemorial time, from mythology to virtual society, with rooted cultural references, boh personally and originally assumed through frequent and surprising images and metaphors. i.e. "thirsties, the dead look at us and drink / tomorrows doubts on the wings of flies / shattered against the light / while the bodies fall - xlviii" It's used to think that poets all say the same thing, although in different ways, but the tru…

  • Porch - Balcon - Alpendre

    - July 27, 2022 - 4 comments
    On my porch there is a resting chair without a body and in my house one night without shadows by corners or hidden in drawers and my soul planes around the light in more and more shorter and faster circles vortex of the body which will lay down in the chair at any moment Sur mon balcon il y a une chaise-longue sans corps et dans ma maison une nuit sans ombres par les coins ou cachés dans les tiroirs et mon âme plane autour de la lumière en cercles de plus en plus courts et rap…

  • The Drop - A Queda

    - July 19, 2022 - 5 comments
    The Drop
    A piece of paper fell from my hand as if it were an idea that stood in the balcony and flew taken by the wind to get lost light and useless Caiu-me um papel da mão como se fosse uma ideia que se pôs à varanda e voou levada pelo vento até se perder leve e inútil by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2022)

  • Leitura de Poema, vídeo

    - July 13, 2022
    Leitura de Poema, vídeo
    O Amigo e Poeta António José Cravo gravou este meu poema em (13.07.2022)

  • Velvet Time - Tempo de Veludo

    - July 11, 2022 - 4 comments
    Velvet Time
    Velvet time no sun neither rain nor wind the night humidity weeps grass more green now against the grey day 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 a meus pés sob o meu olhar minha paisagem privada. by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022)

  • Blood Cells - Glóbulos Vermelhos

    - July  4, 2022 - 6 comments
    Blood Cells
    I like the blue phase of the white nights while red alive blood cells are floating in the aqueous dream's gray against the darkest background of blindly clenched eyes. Gosto da fase azul das noites em branco quando no cinzento aquoso do sonho flutuam glóbulos de sangue vermelho vivo contra o fundo dos olhos cegamente cerrados de negro intenso. by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (post 1st edtion, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2019; 4th edition, 2022)


    - June 28, 2022 - 10 comments
    Wait we are always waiting for the right time the wrong person the surprising event the unexpected love the sudden death why not? right now in the car parking waiting for. Espera estamos sempre à espera do momento certo da pessoa errada do facto surpreendente do amor imprevisto da morte súbita por que não? agora mesmo no parque de estacionamrento à espera. by Armando TABORDA, 2016 (post 1st edition, 2016; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022)

  • Agatha UKEO

    - June 20, 2022 - 2 comments
    Agatha UKEO - II
    For a long time I would like to talk to you about a fabulous French artist, Agatha Ukeo, my friend, from my age group but as young as my grandchildren, because her creative mind is airy, colorful, and untimely. She invents characters that seem naïf but they aren't, that resemble comics but they aren't, that resemble fantastic realism and they are. They talk to us, meet the mythology of our dreams, fantasies, and fears. Fill us with pleasure and make us feel the irony and joy of living.…

  • Red Flower - Flor Vermelha

    - June 17, 2022 - 4 comments
    Red flower flush of gardens impregnated of carbon dioxide from passing cars in the neighborhood at more than 50km/h do not realizing that the flower opened by day's heat smiles to bees butterflies and other insects that smash against their windshields /// Flor vermelha rubor de jardins impregnados de dióxido de carbono dos carros que passam nas cercanias a mais de 50km/h não se apercebendo que a flor aberta pelo calor do dia sorri às abelhas borboletas e outros insectos que se esmagam…

  • Grey Dream - Sonho Cinzento

    - June 14, 2022 - 2 comments
    Grey dream
    I want to remember the colours of my grey dream and the geography of valleys and mountains rivers and deserts seas and oceans but my subconscious only draws decadent cities yes those are very tangible crumbled in the blood that flows through the building facades till being the heaped and shapeless planet of my dream. Quero lembrar-me das cores do meu sonho cinzento e da geografia dos vales e montanhas rios e desertos mares e oceanos porém meu subconsciente só desenha cidades…

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