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TRASH

Flowers born in the dark

narcissus at the bathroom

sunflowers at the kitchen

roses at the bedroom

poppies at the living room

they grow up in the walls

bloom in the ceiling

rot on the ground

then arrives the maid that piles petals up

sepals

stamen

and corollas

badly swept trash

forgotten

into the box

of thought.

POETÂNEA 5, Edition by the Aut…

(to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)

In "POETÂNEA 5", Edition by the Authors, 2006

NIGHT

I ask to the gloomy

night

where are the remains

of the day?

Clearly by day

shades

are darker

than at night.

VIOLA DELTA, Volume XXIII, Mi…

(to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)

Illustration by Fernando Grade

In "VIOLA DELTA", Volume XXIII, April, 1997

Feel the hard and hot sun irradiating from the shop windows' glasses and coaches

parked on all lane or sidewalk at the Benfica's avenue where I live close to the Park of

Monsanto' shades on the other side of the buildings' forest from

which the halo of passed rains refreshes my memory.

Lisboa, 4th floor (2)

Sentir o sol que irradia duro e quente dos vidros das montras e carroçarias dos

automóveis estacionados por tudo o que é rua ou passeio na avenida onde moro em

Benfica perto das sombras de Monsanto que sei do outro lado da floresta de

prédios onde o halo de passadas chuvas me refresca a memória.

by Armando Taborda, unpublished text, 2008

I watch the sea

from here

I am a swelled wave

at the life' surf of other

bodies

on rubber-suits

and hair of algae and salt

still

diving

despite the sea's oblivion

by the wave it pushes away.

MAMMALS

Avisto o mar

daqui

sou onda enrolada

no surf da vida de outros

corpos

com fatos de borracha

e cabelos de algas e sal

mergulhando

ainda

mesmo que a onda esqueça

o mar que a empurra.

In "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editora, 2000