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  • My friends - Meus amigos

    - 3 days ago - 12 comments
    Sevilla, bridge over river Guadalquivir
    My friends not all motionless is silence nor the night solitude while we watch the shooting stars and hear the most crystalline waters. Meus amigos nem toda a quietude é silêncio nem a noite solidão enquanto vemos estrelas cadentes e ouvimos as mais cristalinas águas. by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post…

  • Imagination - Imaginação

    - October 10, 2021 - 4 comments
    Turning the corner I can see a tree a running over a broken bus at the stop a reflected face at the shop window the temptation of a pretty woman legs a face again yes of windy hair as if it was so fast as imagination. Ao virar da esquina posso ver uma árvore um atropelamento um autocarro avariado na paragem um rosto reflectido na montra a tentação das pernas duma bela mulher um rosto de novo sim de cabelo ao vento como se fosse tão rápido como a im…

  • Scarecrow - Espantalho

    - October  4, 2021 - 6 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…

  • Ideas - Ideias

    - September 28, 2021 - 6 comments
    The Troika (IMF + EC + ECB) Came Into Home
    Seated on the coach the ideas rapidly get inebriated of sleep and fall asleep rocked by the background noise of the TV set noticing a difficult world to face with open eyes because it's more and more black and over warmed by nightmares retained at the highest atmosphere layer which will generate not contained storms by prevention warning and combat systems and available technologies either digital or analogical will be totally useless because the seated man on the coach dreams destruction…

  • Slope - Vertente

    - September 21, 2021 - 5 comments
    I Start Climbing the Slope at Uncertain Rhythm
    The inclined slope is brief and fleeting in its declivity vertical trees at the background horizon insert themselves into the terrain drawing angles. A tired glance towards origin into the womb to the parched and paltry land where cattle flies in the air are almost clever beings because they insinuate into the eyes and the honey of our ears with the acumen of whom dives into waters and the indifference…

  • Non-amazing Weekend - Fim de Semana Nada Alucinante

    - September 14, 2021 - 14 comments
    A-dos-Ruivos, country house, porch
    A-dos-Ruivos non-amazing 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 useless flying insects as books from Fernando Pessoa and all his heteronymous because disquiet isn't a literary fallacy but a permanent mind state even if the circumstantial peace and the scent of fields innebriate me. A-dos-Ruivos fim de semana nada alucinante na…

  • Mineral mutation - Mutação mineral

    - September  7, 2021 - 7 comments
    Slow Mineralization
    In the long night veins nerves muscles scars and other tissues throb on me spontaneous sperm like a water spring drop by drop oozed on a stone's abdomen. Petrified in granite I shine quartz crystals will-o'-the-wisp over the sleep tomb where I bury myself. Adequately I get older through the mineral mutation to the ether where I float serene in a ship of light' smile as if the slow mineralization of my body was etern…

  • American Sun - Sol Americano

    - August 30, 2021 - 4 comments
    There Will Be No Meaning In The Future Ruins of The Cosmos
    I write under the dense and sensual caress of the American sun half-laying down in the park where too many and concise birds perch and depart for a circular destiny. Because I love you I know my skin cools down in contact with your absence as God comes by daybreak without disclosing Himself. Why solitude saddens us while we still fall in love with the social fiction we live and the ludicrous of life and the impossible adventure suddenly possible and sound and light and all that light…

  • To be happy - Ser feliz

    - August 23, 2021 - 12 comments
    Someone tells me I can be happy if I don't look for happiness in the corners of the city where I live in the sea flooding into my eyes in the constellation's twinkling of my night in the new moon darkness of dream and if I let time go by indifferently as it was nothing and in fact it isn't doesn't exist it's an invention to justify birth and death. To be happy maybe someone tells me I can be happy if I want. Alguém me diz que posso ser feliz se não…

  • GIRLS AT WINDOW - MENINAS À JANELA

    - August 15, 2021 - 5 comments
    GIRLS AT WINDOW
    Cold tears persistent diamonds or opala that runs on veins masses and nodules glide on the windowpane and get lost in the oblivion ditch I look and see flowers girls at window whiskey books and I think reality that temps and moves us isn't always the one that's within our reach Lágrimas frias persistentes diamantes ou opala que corre em veios massas e nódulos deslizam na vidraça e perdem-se na valeta do esquecimento Olho e vejo flores meninas à janela u…

  • Creepy Day - Dia Sinistro

    - August 11, 2021 - 9 comments
    CREEPY DAY
    because the bastard you are begins to curse soon in morning the opal light that comes in through the window and the rain falling in circles on the avenue's asphalt it doesn't mean that there is no reason to smile to life just now that you are editing this bit of text into the Internet that will be read by other mates older and younger than you so that your conscience reappear and you lose the will to throw the dog out the window to cut the neck of the parakeet or to shoot at the neighboring…

  • The last bright flame - A última luz intensa

    - August  6, 2021 - 5 comments
    Poetry is the subtitle of our life's movie or maybe not it should be the proper life if we so decide or maybe not but it will certainly be the last bright flame fading away into the voracious death. A poesia é a legenda do filme da nossa vida ou talvez não seria a própria vida se assim o desejássemos ou talvez não mas por certo será a última luz intensa a apagar-se na voracidade da morte. by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd editio…

  • Light and Darkness - Luz e Escuridão

    - July 28, 2021 - 9 comments
    Light and Darkness
    I REPEAT UNTIL ETERNITY THAT LIGHT IS SO USEFUL AND PERCEPTIBLE AS DARKNESS AND LIFE BETWEEN ONE AND ANOTHER IS A SIMPLE FUGITIVE REFLECTION THAT NOBODY KNOWNS WHERE IT COMES OR GOES NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD EXISTS OR IS DREAMED BY GOD REPITO ATÉ À ETERNIDADE QUE A LUZ É TÃO ÚTIL E PERCEPTÍVEL COMO A ESCURIDÃO E A VIDA ENTRE UMA E OUTRA UM SIMPLES E FUGAZ RAFLEXO QUE NINGUÉM SABE DE ONDE VEM NEM PARA ONDE VAI NEM SEQUER SE O MUNDO EXISTE OU É SONHADO POR DEUS by Armando TABORDA…

  • VOLUPTUOUSNESS - VOLÚPIA

    - July 20, 2021
    Glancing through the "irremissible" Preface-Poem, of VOLÚPIA, right after we are aware that, "There are women who write with their vulva/howl with their belly/scream with their breasts/exclaim with their eyes/and speak with their hands". And all these women are Leonora Rosado who appears/transparencies in one hundred short poems, light, regardless of the writing weight, some of rare beauty, voluptuous flights of thought and its condition, "When the birds are silent/I will be available/For the li…

  • Menu of the day - Ementa do dia

    - July 18, 2021 - 5 comments
    VIOLA DELTA, Volume XLIII, Mic Editors & Authors, October, 2006
    MENU OF THE DAY The news in the morning paper are the whole day repeated on TV. War famine genocide and pollution economical crimes drugs pedophilia and prostitution disasters accidents and namely corruption are eaten at lunch during the afternoon news…

  • On the stage - Em palco

    - July 11, 2021 - 10 comments
    On the stage
    The stage of life is there it's yours you can dance sing howl recite a poem carry out a comedy drama tragicomedy cry laugh or you can just keep sitting in the audience to envy the other's performance O palco da vida está ali é teu podes dançar cantar uivar recitar um poema encenar um drama comédia tragicomédia chorar rir ou podes simplesmente continuar sentado na plateia a invejar o espectáculo dos outros by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edition…

  • Beggining of Writing (3) - Escrita Inicial (3)

    - July  5, 2021 - 9 comments
    My Initial Writings, Daybreak
    DAYBREAK You are the daybreak I breath. At daybreak a dewdrop escaping from night slips from my face to yours. (to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in monthly magazine "Azimute", edited by the Portuguese Army Infantry School, 1964 (post 1st edition, 2010; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2021)

  • Space expansion - Espaço em expansão

    - June 28, 2021 - 3 comments
    Helpless
    Under cardiac throb the seconds' pointer sums the minutes of the hours at the life's screen measured by the watch even if time doesn't exist and cheats us covering the space escape in expansion. O ponteiro dos segundos em seu pulsar cardíaco soma os minutos das horas no mostrador da vida que o relógio de pulso mede mesmo que o tempo não exista e seja um embus…

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