Armando Taborda's articles

My pen writes in a choreography of fingers turning round on tiptoe. I hear the music alone and the pen's dance continues on tiptoe pirouettes and other tricks very nice on the stage of the Foundation Gulbenkian. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007…

José Neto , artist and philosopher. His work is based on deep thinking and a very reasonable experience of life, both allowing him to express without any limitations and to renounce to the will to be understood. As he say, " I know this attitude of mine is not current among artists, who generally delegate on critics or historians of art the justification of what they do". Despite of his indifference by critics, I can't lose the opportunity to record my appreciation on an artist that elects the…

They seem birds without tweet in a cage under sun they don't disturb us cause they sleep most time old men are too many now and then a death rattle shakes them a permanent dribble flows off their mouths astonished they open the eyes and say you are becoming just like us. /// Parecem pássaros sem pio na gaiola ao sol não nos incomodam porque dormem quase sempre são muitos os velhos de quando em vez um estertor sacode-os uma baba permanente escorre-lhes das bocas espantados…

(dedicated to the RTP1 program, saturday's aftenoon) the improvised stage under the shed and pimba* music the pregnant or not TV female speakers and pimba music the routine of failed TV male speakers and pimba music the craftwork and pimba music the dance of local fat girls and pimba music the ginjinha* and pimba music the sausages and pimba music the regional candies and pimba music the bread and pimba music the diuretic and aphrodisiac teas and pimba music one hour of t…

......................................................................................................................................... I depart later that day bearing signed copies, carrying unpublished poems, happy to have met such a remarkable man. Richard remains frail, as we all are, but this "frailty" has lasted him for many years, and I hope for more and more years to come. He is surrounded by loving friends and family, by Meg and her family, and by his books and music. As I am leaving…

BLANK PIECE OF PAPER I look at you blank piece of paper I foresee a spreading blood tear being absorbed by the sheet pores blotting paper of a not yet coming pain idea ballerina pilgrim deciduous non-existent the pain whatever it is disappears through the pores of any blank piece of paper. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on t…

I'm bored by the obsequies the notable's soul still seeks to understand that is dead and fell down the perfect abyss for the ruthless and hungry vultures in unbroken laudation preying on the body and his unfulfilled dreams at the funeral carriage to survive on time with bloated bodies and gleaming crests. Entediam-me as exéquias ainda a alma do notável procura perceber que morreu e caiu no abismo perfeito e já os implacáveis e esfomeados abutres em ininterrupta laudação…

Over the metallic brightnes of my new car there is no moonlight nor any other unexpected scintillation. /// Sur l'éclat metallique de ma nouvelle voiture nul clair de lune ni quelqu'autre scintillement inattendu. Sobre o metálico brilho do meu carro novo não há luar nem outra qualquer inesperada cintilação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS AP…

Maybe you don't know that from rain we can compose a symphony and from wind a violin solo that cars speeding up on the avenue are the disconnected noise of the orchestra rehearsal everyone is the maestro with a baton of silence leading the sounds sleepiness around us. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) by ArmandoTABORDA, in "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição Escola d…

I DO NOT KNOW IF WHAT I SEE IS LIGHT OR DARKNESS NOT EVEN IF THE INDEFINITE AND OBSCURE OUTLINE OF THE HORIZON WITHIN MY REACH IS THE THRESHOLD BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH NÃO SEI SE O QUE VEJO É LUZ OU ESCURIDÃO NEM SEQUER SE O CONTORNO INDEFINIDO E OBSCURO DO HORIZONTE AO MEU ALCANCE É O LIMIAR ENTRE A VIDA E A MORTE by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2016)

Reading Kim MOORE is like being surprised by a glass of fresh water when one is thirsty. Her book "IF WE COULD SPEAK LIKE WOLVES" was chosen as a Book of the Year 2012 in The Independent but I don't care of prizes and nominations. What is important is the writing and the correspondent associated images coming out of her precious creative power, which grows up around the small things of daily life "and the vacuum cleaner flew down the stairs like a song" or "as the dark folds itself over the…

I am alone only writing is my companion such a caress in the afternoon' silence and void loneliness despite raining outside the window and the open umbrellas in the street from the crowd walking away in the end not far from the sofa where I nod in sleep. Estou só apenas a escrita me acompanha tal carícia no silêncio da tarde e no vazio da solidão mesmo que para lá da janela chova e na rua se abram os guarda-chuvas da multidão que passa à distância enfim não…

I don't know if what I am is this sadness I feel all surroundings are jazz's music I hear at a Manhattan Avenue in Lisboa my city of light and shadows the hills leave in the soul this night's time so far away from everything so close to nothing the sax-tenor solo sounds sarcastic smile I swallow with my cigar' smoke. (to read the original Portuguese v…

It's a grey day mild I become sleepy not from wine but from aging that inebriates my remains of health vitality and movement in meantime my memory doesn't feel sorry because 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 (article 1st edition, 2013; 2nd…

DAY STARTS COLD AND CLOUDY THE YESTERDAY'S PAIN REMAINS IN THE SOUL EVEN SO ITS FEELING DOESN'T BELONG THERE /// O DIA COMEÇA FRIO E NUBLADO A DOR DE ONTEM CONTINUA NA ALMA MESMO NÃO SENDO LÁ QUE SE FAZ SENTIR by, Armando TABORDA, 2013 (article 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2016)

I watch the sea from here I am a swelled wave at the life' surf of other bodies in rubber-suits and hair of algae and salt still diving even if the wave forgets the sea that pushes her away. Avisto o mar daqui sou onda enrolada no surf da vida de outros corpos com fatos de borracha e cabelos de algas e sal…

Light orthorhombic crystal slow cars refraction at the point of passage of the axial cross. Traffic lights scintillate green red yellow hope love fear sorrows and joys of life day after day repeated driving inhibition of self-motorized citizens in circulation. Luz ortorrômbico cristal carros lentos refractados no ponto de passagem…

Scream sound's bird flying over the air of my day magic vibration of scents sounding through the fascination´s memory where I want to live. Because to hug you is so strong that I close my arms upon your absence. Because to kiss you is still so strong that I bite my blood tasting lips. Because waiting for you is this loneliness of thinking of you through the love l feel. Grito ave de…