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December 5, 2007

I take the floor (13) - Tomo a palavra (13)

 

Silent Smile (1)
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Your moonlight's face keeps silent

loving love

cause

trifle

ecstasy's 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.

 

In "Palavras, Músicas e Blasfémias que Envelheço na Cidade", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996

  

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December 13, 2007

I take the floor (14) - Tomo a palavra (14)

 

The night corrupts my inner light

 

surrounds it

asphyxiates it

puts it to sleep

 

comet

in orbit

of bed.

 

///

 

A noite corrompe minha luz interior

 

cerca-a

asfixia-a

adormece-a

 

cometa

em órbita

da cama.

 

In "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007

 

www.ipernity.com/doc/armando.taborda/1100377

 

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December 24, 2007

I take the floor (15) - Tomo a palavra (15)

 

 

Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows

 

nor fire

nor flame

nor ember

 

we just burn

 

sparks jumping from the fire crackle for instants

and scintillate

in the smoke

that extinguishes them.

 

My 4th book
My 4th book

 

Nada justifica nosso destino de sombras

 

nem fogueira

nem chama

nem brasa

 

ardemos simplesmente

 

por instantes crepitam centelhas que evolam do fogo

e cintilam

no fumo

onde se apagam.

 

In "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007 

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