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HOME In the afternoon I worry about the nightfall and ask to myself What have I done? Invisible dust moves around and covers furniture and other beds ground carpet mosaic thought somewhere strained by a beam of light dust becomes a whirl o…
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Slow trembling sparse through the senses of my body vibration without roots neither soul nor reason lasts long breath rhythmic in the dream of my sleeping body. Tremor lento esparso no corpo de meus sentidos vibração sem raízes nem alma nem razão que…
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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 str…
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I love the stones on the brook bed they are clean sins shining in the stream they are dived liquid stars sun's bright water projects them right now against our look and there they are washed exactly in the same position making fun of us. Gosto d…
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Configuration of straight lines curves and breaks geometric figures of stone and lime thought when memory gets lost into dreamed' substance and time to come is on the anxiety of the cardiac murmur fallen asleep in the sleep or in the illusion that convict…
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We are dream's engineers forever forgotten throughout life as they were smile's mist on the lips. Somos engenheiros de sonhos esquecidos ao longo da vida para sempre assim mesmo em bruma de sorrisos nos lábios. In "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editor…
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Body exists in my shape and movement is there the soul transcends me any time of life perplexes masks look into the mystery through the mirror's images. O corpo existe em minha forma e movimento é nele que a alma me transcende a qu…
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Roads of my country drive me back to dreams where I grew up before I die blind from the same unbearable light. Estradas do meu país levem-me de volta aos sonhos onde cresci antes que morra cego da mesma insustentável luz. In "SonhoGrafias", Universitári…
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There are dogs everywhere hideous stinking four feet ordinary mongrels. Starved they look for grasshoppers and other flying jumpers' proteins. Shaky movement is on their decalcified bones and endemic mycosis colonially spreading from the feet nodules to o…
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I stay here for a short time may it be so time is pressing my will to be lost here there over there infinitely anywhere. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/98691 In "Sin…
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Within or out the festivity season a good wine is always a Christmas' Day proper to drink on the New Year's Eve. Dentro ou fora da época festiva um bom vinho é sempre Dia de Natal próprio para beber no Ano Novo. In "Florilégio de Natal" by the poets of…
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Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows nor fire nor flame nor ember we just burn sparks jumping out the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on…
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MY BODY In the body the soul dances and in the soul the body falls asleep tired of so much movement without meaning. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) MY ROOM Time goes by. I desire a new impulse in the writin…
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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…
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NIGHT I ask to the gloomy night where are the remains of the day? Clearly by day shades are darker than at night. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Grade In "VIOLA DELTA", Volume XXIII,…
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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 v…
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From the Arctic Circle comes an insidious wind God's blow destiny of death the cold paralyzes the body afterwards the being releases the soul. The fireplace warms the revived being at the flames' flicker the soul dances before coming back…
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Under the sponsorship of the Project AWARE Foundation, the School of Sea, in the current year of 2009, leads an awareness and educational programme on environmental conservation towards kids and young people, in Portugal. www.escolademar.pt Project AWARE…
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Maria da Nazaré invites you to watch this short painting display from a total of Carlos Alexandre 27 canvases exhibited at the Winter Garden, Hospital da Luz, Lisboa, from January 23rd to February 13th, 2009. She also thinks as myself that we are before…
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It's not always easy to record emotions from life and so poems get lost frequently due to the lack of time in the right moment. ********************* NO TIME NO POEM ********************* Nem sempre é fácil registar emoções da vida e assim se pe…
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