Armando Taborda's most commented articles

  • Wrinkles - Rugas

    - 24 comments
    I'm getting older in the city (1)
    I feel the sun in the wrinkles of my hands empty of light the shadows are on the fingers rings sparkling morning. Sinto o sol nas rugas de minhas mãos vazias de luz as sombras são nos dedos anéis que refulgem manhã. by Armado TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA C…

  • Mahatma Gandhi

    - 21 comments
    India, water supply
    I learned the resistance's technique with Mahatma Gandhi at the sacred river banks where famine swells bodies of cadavers and divine cows pasture shiny fats with big horns of knowledge. A técnica da resistência aprendi-a com o Mahatma Gandhi nas margens do rio sagrado onde a fome incha os corpos dos cadáveres e as vacas pastam divinas luzidias anafadas e com grandes cornos de sabedoria.…

  • Spontaneous semen - Sémen espontâneo

    - 19 comments
    There Is No Clever Reason to Hide My Heart
    In the long night veins nerves muscles scars and other tissues throb on me spontaneous semen as a water thread drop by drop oozed on my stone's abdomen. Petrified in granite I shine from quartz crystals will-o'-the-wisp over the sleeping grave where I bury myself. Appropriately I get older through this mineral mutation towards the ether where I float serene in a spacecraft of smiling light as the sl…

  • SELFIE

    - 18 comments
    Selfie
    I LOOK AT ME AND SEE ME DARK BLURRED AND UNFRAMED IN THE LIFE PICTURE /// JE ME REGARDE ET JE ME VOIS SOMBRE FLOUE ET SANS CADRE DANS LA PHOTOGRAPHIE DE LA VIE /// OLHO PARA MIM E VEJO-ME OBSCURO DESFOCADO E DESENQUADRADO NA FOTOGRAFIA DA VIDA Armando TABORDA, 2014

  • The refrigerator - O frigorífico

    - 18 comments
    The Man is to God as the machine to Man. If the refrigerator does not know how cold produces for the benefit of Man Man does not know what makes for profit of God. /// O Homem está para Deus como a máquina para o Homem. Se o frigorífico não sabe do frio que produz em proveito do Homem também o Homem não sabe o que faz a favor de Deus. Armando TABORDA, "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (article 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition,…

  • Might be today - Poderá ser hoje

    - 17 comments
    Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper
    Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper. The text generates itself awakes in the day's routine adjusts to repeated acts which push the poet into the street. Words line up grammatically arranged the expresso at the counter of the corner's coffee shop formats the text the random poem keeps written. Could be kept into the drawer like others.…

  • My Dream of Crystal - Meu Sonho de Cristal

    - 17 comments
    Frédéric Chopin
    Since fifty years now my night is flooded by Frédéric Chopin music I think there was little change in my condition my pores become thick of emotion this damned absolute beauty so close to be met as before I feel life is better than spilled anguish in cascade of sounds petrified but unintentionally I am tempted to forget my dream of crystal. Como há cinquenta anos atrás inundo minha noite com música de Frédéric Chopin e penso que minha condição pouco mudou…

  • The Body - O Corpo

    - 16 comments
    I Am 20 Years Old
    The body knows its requirements if the mind rapes it gets sick or suffers falls asleep or dies and the confused soul gets lost. O corpo sabe o que precisa se o pensamento o viola fica doente ou sofre adormece ou morre e a alma confusa perde-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014 (1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2019)

  • Unstable - Instável

    - 16 comments
    Unstable and provocative the dream comes
    Unstable and provocative the dream comes as a butterfly or other ultralight insect the breeze throws against the flowers. O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultraleve insecto que uma brisa mais forte atire contra as flores do jardim. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014

  • Drift - À deriva

    - 15 comments
    Praia de Mira, beach
    The sea is an ocean's arm and the ocean an earth's body spacecraft without astrolabe or sextant nor science of sails winds and currents drifted in the infinity's tides looking for what seaport or yacht club for an intermediate stop in the space where everything happens as if was nothing? O mar é braço de oceano e o oceano corpo da terra nave sem astrolábio nem se…

  • Initial Silence - Silêncio Inicial

    - 15 comments
    Sobral de Monte Agraço, Church of S. Quintino, aisle (2)
    Initial silence we can only hear the words since a few millennia now. The first sound was violent inaudible in the void where the cosmos was born followed by the first cell's reproduction whisper the primate' s queal the man' speaking the writing philosophical regeneration of the mystery. Necessarily God doubts spill down stained glasses in the aisles and chapels of the temple where the evolu…

  • Dark Matter - Matéria Escura

    - 15 comments
    I was born from dark matter I became visible in my mother's pregnancy to be soul one day sequence of many million years with many million beings and many million lives and deaths kept in planetary glass cases which dark energy doesn't allow to disperse so that not everything vanishes in the virtual universe. Nasci da matéria escura tornei-me visível na gravidez de minha mãe para um dia ser alma sequência de muitos milhões de anos com muitos milhões de seres e m…

  • Carlos Alexandre (painter) - (pintor)

    - 14 comments
    New York, Manhattan (painting)
    The very urban creator' spirit of Carlos Alexandre roams through Lisbon, Paris, Hamburg, Chicago, New York and other great cities. Soon after he internalizes the collected images in his photographic unconscious and transforms them into recent memories. Or old, I say, once the vibration of colours and movement is untimely, sometimes more definite and understandable than others but always the same acute and poetic look catching the intense instant which escapes through the circu…

  • Cancer - Cancro

    - 14 comments
    Evelina, my first wife (1)
    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…

  • General Assembly - Assembleia Geral

    - 14 comments
    General Assembly
    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…

  • A Bit of Sky - Um Pouco de Céu

    - 14 comments
    A Bit of Sky
    From home I see a bit of sky sometimes there are too many grey clouds so the blue changes into the colour of my deadlock light chains me against the wall sequins fall down the sky illuminating my night cocaine I hope till morning with a bit of blue sky behind bars of my jail. De minha casa vejo um pouco de céu às vezes há tantas nuvens cinzentas que o azul fica da cor do meu beco sem saída a luz acorrenta-me à parede lantejoulas caem do tecto iluminando mi…

  • Sleeping Body - Corpo Adormecido

    - 13 comments
    I am getting older in the city (3)
    Slow trembling sparse through the senses of my body vibration without roots neither soul nor reason lasts long rhythmic breath in the dream of my sleeping body. Tremor lento esparso no corpo de meus sentidos vibração sem raízes nem alma nem razão que perdura sopro cadenciado no sonho de meu corpo adormecido. In "S…

  • Destiny of shadows - Destino de sombras

    - 13 comments
    Fire of Life (illustration)
    Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows neither fire nor flame or 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 the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 (1st e…

  • Bach

    - 13 comments
    Toccata & Fugue in D Minor
    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…

  • Rumours of Cascade - Rumores de Cascata

    - 13 comments
    Today I navigate rumours of cascade light that wonders me it's so easy to surf on golden sun vibrations surrounded by the mystery that leads navigators to find out the world immersed as astronaut's levitation where the blue planet appears suspended in the chaotic space marvel so I stay dull alone and astonished by the geography's contemplation of dream. Hoje navego rumores de cascata de luz que me extasiam é tão fácil ondular na vibração dourada do sol envolto…

363 articles in total