Armando Taborda's articles

My solitude leaves me alone takes impulse from the Toccata & Fugue in D Minor of Bach to travel space through and when comes back to my sleepy body it's unable to come in. Minha solidão deixa-me só aproveita a Tocata e Fuga em Ré Menor de Bach para viajar no espaço e quando regressa ao meu corpo adormecido não consegue entrar. by…

SUBMERGED MORNING Morning goes through the window inside unsuitable intruder in my night's memory as it was intimate in the daily repetition habit. Because all repetition is monotonous despite the sun' shine I know the light that stays licking my wounds of soul once more awaken for the sh…

Art is the unfinished form colour word sound. It's monument painting poem text music in the absolute time of its creation and a simple picture after done or immortalized. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Grade by Armando TABORDA, in "VIOLA DELTA", Volu…

The soul of my dog went to the sky all dead' s kennel. Suddenly at full gallop perplexed spots black and white wag the solitary tail of my grief. A alma do meu cão foi para o céu canil de todos os mortos. Subitamente a galope perplexas manchas branco-negras agitam a cauda…

It rains on Madeira. I become bored at this land emerged from the Atlantic by irony of a sinking continent against the submerged silence. Light first trees after Gonçalves Zarco after people after tourists at last with smiles of white orchid invented the good weather myth to sell the island which becomes a liquid prison when rain. Chove na Madeira. Canso-me de…

Amnesia sounds persecute your gutter's memory. Hybrid parables meddle in the allegro moderato of the initial daybreak fantastic inhibited suffered repeated and from being so beautiful the second movement still repeats the twilight at the madness' horizon. (to read the Portuguese original version click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA…

Isn't a bird who wants to be inflate the lungs with air roll the arms and legs as a ship hull pack the pneumatic bones of thought climb to the top of the Clérigos Tower and throw yourself by the flight's end you will have no return Não é pássaro quem quer enfuna os pulmões de ar enrola os braços e pernas como casco de navio arruma os ossos pneumáticos do pensamento sobe à Torre dos Clérigos e atira-te no fim do voo não terás regresso by Armando TABOR…

In the cruel presence of solitude at the white silence of my shadow in the wall my mind is also whitewashed falls asleep into a cradle of white light and when awakes from fresh water determines itself wild lucid deceives me with searched smiles in ignorance and fear. Na cruel presença da solidão no silêncio branco de minha sombra na parede…

by Huguette Helmann (represented at Art Gallery / Espaço AmArte), oil on canvas The soul denudes when the body wears desire. /// A alma desnuda-se quando o corpo se veste de desejo. by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 (article 1st edition, 2007; 2nd edition, 2016)

I sink into the couch pliable connoisseur of the body in my weight's gravity at the concave without elasticity due to the repeated movement and because writing has no weight the couch doesn't know that besides the body there is the lightness of thought which doesn't accommodate itself either I stand up or sit down. Enterro-me no sofá maleável conhecedor do corpo n…

A notebook is always useful to replace the tired memory full of useless spots and cretinous youtubes that alienate us even if we constrain ourselves to watch on the computer' screen without conviction or to peek through the bathroom wicket Um bloco de notas é sempre útil para substituir a memória cansada cheia de spots inúties e youtubes cretinos que nos alienam mesmo que nos limitemos a olhar sem convicção para o écran do computador ou a espreitar pelo postigo da casa de banho by Ar…

I float at the epicenter of useless ideas in this day of heavy rain in mid-May as a remembrance that "El Niño" could destroy the Earth and all protective technology will also be useless as my soul suffocated by gusts of the body depression Flutuo no epicentro das ideias inúteis neste dia de chuva intensa a meio de Maio a lembrar que o "El Niño" poderá destruir a Terra e toda a tecnologia de protecção será também inútil tal como a minha alma sufocada pelas rajadas da depressão do corpo…

SPOILS Sun illuminates scars varicoses and other life's fragments. On the field battle slows down weapons keep quiet canteens are empty. Distended combatants take off the boots massage the feet badly cautious against the flight of suicidal doves at the far away outburst beat of drums. ESPÓLIO O sol ilumina cicatrizes varizes…

Islet of Rolas (São Tomé and Príncipe) The space of unheard beauty nullify us! Earth-sea-life of micro-macro luxuriant beauty lock us up in surprise of silence persistent echo of the initial night. The besieged thought never get organized conscience fall asleep in the telluric cocoon at last w…

LET IT BE Idiot let it be! Don't think intellectually on life that runs away from you sterile misunderstood. Laugh like them from culture. Disdain from art and poetry. Fill you up with the futile life they live and you will be happy.…

The cancer is born without a cry sudden and perverse blossom beauty of killing poppies which liquefy the body rough red sea of pain by seconds minutes hours days months years centuries millennia eternity in the heart pulse and tears drop by drop fallen on surviving flowers at the greenhouse of our disguised astonishment. P.S. Life goes on. Eternity has no time nor meani…

The obsessions of Nick Cave are also mine God Love Death persistently walk around my day's memory under the rhythm of music listen in the 9th floor of a building at Republic Avenue from where sirens sound any time as if in the city there only were wounded moribund and dead persons in the way through any shortcut to the life's cemetery. Indifferent sun protects me from sad…

Your moonlight's face keeps silent loving love cause trifle brief ecstasy instant like it were the only reason for living. /// Teu rosto de luar que silencia amor amando móbil tudo-nada instante breve que extasia como se fosse a única razão da vida. by Armando TABORDA , in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (…