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BECAUSE LIFE CAUGHT US BY SURPRISE WE HAVE TO LOOK INTO IT WITH SOME IRONY PORQUE A VIDA NOS APANHOU DE SURPRESA HÁ QUE ENCARÁ-LA COM ALGUMA IRONIA by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2018)

WITH MY FEET FIRMLY ON THE GROUND I SEARCH FOR THE BALANCE OF THE WORDS THAT CONSTANTLY UNBALANCE MY THINKING DE PÉS BEM ASSENTES NO CHÃO PROCURO O EQUILÍBRIO DAS PALAVRAS QUE A TODO O MOMENTO DESEQUILIBRAM O MEU PENSAMENTO by Armando TABORDA, 2017

I would like to be methodical enough to write a diary but life goes by without worthy of record issues and I'm not daring to invent them. Monotony doesn't require diaries and the invention of something to liven it up can be a matter of common crime. Gostava de ser suficientemente metódico para escrever um diário mas a vida vai passando sem assuntos dignos de registo e eu sem coragem para os inventar. A monotonia dispensa diários e a invenção de algo que a anime pode constituir matéria de…

God has created the Universe the Universe has created Man Man has created the Machine the Universe expands itself infinitely and ignores God Man and the Machine Deus criou o Universo o Universo criou o Homem o Homem criou a Máquina o Universo expande-se infinitamente e ignora Deus o Homem e a Máquina by Armando TABORDA, 2016 (post 1st edition, 2016; 2nd edition, 2023)

......................................................................................................................................... I depart later that day bearing signed copies, carrying unpublished poems, happy to have met such a remarkable man. Richard remains frail, as we all are, but this "frailty" has lasted him for many years, and I hope for more and more years to come. He is surrounded by loving friends and family, by Meg and her family, and by his books and music. As I am leaving…

My garden is where I plant myself waiting for nature to swallow me. While I wait my eyes wander through multiple colours shapes and perfumes that sew me to the canvas chair where I sleep. O meu jardim é onde me planto à espera que a natureza me engula. Enquanto espero meus olhos vagueiam por múltiplas cores formas e perfumes que me cosem à cadeira de lona onde dormito. by Armando TABORDA, 2017 (post 1st edition, 2017; 2nd edition, 2021)

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…

Thinking pacifies me. Writing tires and bores me. I spend long time ruminating an easy way to say a difficult thing. Successfuly most times - friends tell me! I'm as happy as Archimedes. I leave the great novels to Charles Dickens and Leon Tolstoy and the great poems to great poets. I'm glad with the idea that my little books fil in the urn of my ashes. When death comes the farewell from who will not upset you never more will be prompt. Pensar pacifica-me.…

I'm bored by the obsequies the notable's soul still seeks to understand that is dead and fell down the perfect abyss for the ruthless and hungry vultures in unbroken laudation preying on the body and his unfulfilled dreams at the funeral carriage to survive on time with bloated bodies and gleaming crests. Entediam-me as exéquias ainda a alma do notável procura perceber que morreu e caiu no abismo perfeito e já os implacáveis e esfomeados abutres em ininterrupta laudação…

Shadows hide behind the music and perfectly audible sounds are lost in the invisible forest but I lift my head and the powerful light stars twinkle the cosmic music I hear through night's darkness As sombras escondem-se atrás da música e os sons perfeitamente audíveis perdem-se na floresta invisível mas levanto a cabeça e as estrelas poderosas de luz cintilam a música cósmica que ouço na escuridão da noite by Armando TABORDA, 2016 (post 1st edition, 2016; 2nd editi…

I'm insomniac of thinking a poem full of significant metaphors for exemple fireflies on the loose in my backyard flashing as stars and crazy stars orbiting the planets revolted against the Universe and planets prodigal sons without knowing how to return home Fico insone de pensar um poema cheio de metáforas significantes por exemplo pirilampos à solta a cintilarem estrelas no meu quintal e as estrelas revoltadas contra o Universo a rodopiarem loucas em órbita dos planetas e os planetas f…

Was God conceiving the Man under His image and similarity when the ape understood the Man was himself. /// Andava Deus a inventar o Homem à Sua imagem e semelhança quando o macaco percebeu que o Homem estava nele. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (post 1st edition, 2007; 2nd edition, 2016; 3rd edition, 2020)

(English translation) I love everything was gone everything that isn't anymore the pain that doesn't hurt me the old and erroneous faith the yesterday that left pain what left joy because it was gone and flown and today is another day. by Fernando Pessoa

# the Lords of Cabral and Magellan of my youth didn't need caravels and galleons to sail but just some wind to fill their life and misery # then there were the dictatorship's prisons that frighten the sailors but there were just a few for so much hunger # we the motherland volunteers in our academies were already aware of the empires independence post-world war II and the surrender or the combatants at goa daman and diu on the ankylosed back of the dictator who ended falling o…

Eva Penalva, born in Lisboa, artist not in exclusivity. Normally, an artist born in Portugal to survive under dignified conditions either belongs to a rich family or exercises any remunerated profession. In this case the artist worked at the Portuguese Broadcasting. I refer the professional activity due to a strong influence it impressed on her artistic expression.  The music, the nature essentially liquid of life, the dream while rhythm of ideas as dancing bodies, the colours of soft ton…

In general the relationship between Man and marine animals has been of predatory character conditioned by economic and commercial interests. The feeding system and derived products got the supremacy over the natural life and scientific and cultural knowledge despising the marine population fundamental maintenance. For a long while we thought that sea resources were unlimited and the exploration and fishing captures permanently feasible without any constraints. Today we know it is not true.…

We are clandestine travellers inadvertently embarked into the terrestrial spaceship dreaming of a better destiny which uncertainly is another energy's form degraded in the space. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) In "Sinfonia em Dor Menor", Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007 www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/28321

At her own private space, the ARThaus-Atelier , we are given by Manuela Horta with intermittent but diversified creative paintings, mixed techniques and installations, the last two focused on the sculptor she claims to be the first condition of her alter ego. We win the possibility to identify one personalized artist from modern and minimalist expression where elements of geometric context, very often abstract, symbolize her souls' status, emblematic situations and others from more or less ir…

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 the "Tertúlia Rio de Prata" , Universitária Editora, 1997

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 other tips. For them to be on the asphalt of Bissau streets is to find the night in shadows of trees planted in craters and by night they remain there in tribes that have in common bellies crawling on freshness. T…