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This book, "All Tears Are In The Gorge Of The Sea", isn´t easy to read. It requires concentration, cultural imagination to unveil the poetic meaning of the metaphorical text/context, and time to reread and enjoy. However, it's one of the most fascinating, sharp, beautiful, and mysyerious books I have read in my life of many readings. To Isabel Maria Mendes Ferreira SIBYL your oracles are fascinatingly indefinite and diaphanous as if we woke in the morning fog looking for our figure…

Nowadays what takes us by surprise is that all happen without our choice. We live crammed with abstract entities not controlled by stockholders. It is said that capital is the supreme good and can't be exposed to bankruptcy. At the cost of social shrinking, flop and fear. Politicians laugh in our faces and say can't do better. Clergymen pacify starving faithful prayers. And people knead field's dust, eat nettles and combat forest fires. O estranho nos dias que correm é que tud…

My high school colleague, friend and great writer Antóno Lobo Antunes , several times designated as candidate to the Nobel Prize of Literature, frequently says isn't him the writer: he only gives home to the stream of falling words on the paper which self-generate the text. The plot should be re-interpreted by each reader. So do I. From the words of my semantic exercise too much written and repeated the recurrent poet' speech show through. O meu colega de liceu, amigo e grande escritor…

I am the gardener of my polychromatic garden the grass of all plans ledges recesses refuge of weeds is green and the water to irrigate my life is sparse. Sou jardineiro de meu policromático jardim é verde a relva de todos os planos socalcos recantos refúgio de ervas daninhas e a água para regar a minha vida é escassa. by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (post 1st edition,2012; 2nd edition. 2022)

(dedicated to the RTP1 program, saturday's aftenoon) the improvised stage under the shed and pimba* music the pregnant or not TV female speakers and pimba music the routine of failed TV male speakers and pimba music the craftwork and pimba music the dance of local fat girls and pimba music the ginjinha* and pimba music the sausages and pimba music the regional candies and pimba music the bread and pimba music the diuretic and aphrodisiac teas and pimba music one hour of t…

The kids from the poor quarter stoke up by dogs get away through the rich quarter's back. Os meninos do bairro pobre atiçados por cães fugiram pelas traseiras do bairro rico. by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017)

The Escola de Mar (School of Sea) , in good time, has decided to edit a new collection for awareness and education of the new mentality of the Portuguese children under the title "Paleta Azul" (Blue Palette). The new title session of the first book "Penas, o Investigador" (Feathers, the Investigator) , by Sofia Quaresma , illustrated by André Lopes , took place at the Municipal Library of Alcobaça, in December 8th. The story is a fable focused on the more and more urgent necessity…

The VIOLA DELTA , Volume XLIX was developed under the theme "poems on Africa and other texts", and its edition celebrates the 30 years of these poetry notebooks. My ad hoc collaboration for the purpose consists of two poems, both written in Guinea-Bissau, the left one "Before the 25th April, 1974" and the right one just "After the 25th April, 1974". To read both texts already published in this same blog, click on www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/346788 www.ipernity.com/blog/a…

Glancing through the "irremissible" Preface-Poem, of VOLÚPIA, right after we are aware that, "There are women who write with their vulva/howl with their belly/scream with their breasts/exclaim with their eyes/and speak with their hands". And all these women are Leonora Rosado who appears/transparencies in one hundred short poems, light, regardless of the writing weight, some of rare beauty, voluptuous flights of thought and its condition, "When the birds are silent/I will be available/For the li…

There is something indelible in late afternoon almost night as if the tenderness that falls on the warm and humid city was a sensual curtain that hides you from me behind the window I look on the treetops at the avenue they drip varnishes on parked cars scars on bodies recently returned home look behind windows over the treetops looking for someting indelible early evening Há qualquer coisa indelével no fim da tarde quase noite como se a ternura que cai na cidade c…

days standstill. in the divided asymmetry that determines the lonely cry of the mountain. there is nothing to say beneath the flowers other than the disraction of the stones that turn into fingers. so I just leave a version with broken wings. bread on the table. blood on the floor. and the other daring day will be the next. os dias andam parados. na assimetria dividida que determina o solitário grito da montanha. nada há para dizer debaixo das flores que não seja a distracção das pedras…

I DO NOT KNOW IF WHAT I SEE IS LIGHT OR DARKNESS NOT EVEN IF THE INDEFINITE AND OBSCURE OUTLINE OF THE HORIZON WITHIN MY REACH IS THE THRESHOLD BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH NÃO SEI SE O QUE VEJO É LUZ OU ESCURIDÃO NEM SEQUER SE O CONTORNO INDEFINIDO E OBSCURO DO HORIZONTE AO MEU ALCANCE É O LIMIAR ENTRE A VIDA E A MORTE by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2016)

On my porch there is a resting chair without a body and in my house one night without shadows by corners or hidden in drawers and my soul planes around the light in more and more shorter and faster circles vortex of the body which will lay down in the chair at any moment Sur mon balcon il y a une chaise-longue sans corps et dans ma maison une nuit sans ombres par les coins ou cachés dans les tiroirs et mon âme plane autour de la lumière en cercles de plus en plus courts et rap…

Past the fountain out of repair And the boarded diner A small studio You'd never told anyone about Where old clothes have remained Right where you've dumped them Side by side With random notes and sketches When someone close to you Has a different idea of what you represent He insisted You'll write a check for the loan There were other misjudgements As well. Exits were being blocked Down every hall I walked Until a sort of muscle memory - Well, I knew it all along…

desires and dreams don't age in the body so often the thought claims them even when we don't enjoy their pleasures os desejos e os sonhos não envelhecem no corpo assim frequentemente o pensamento reclama-os mesmo quando não usufruímos seus prazeres by Armando TABORDA

I float at the epicenter of useless ideas in this day of heavy rain in mid-May as a remembrance that "El Niño" could destroy the Earth and all protective technology will also be useless as my soul suffocated by gusts of the body depression Flutuo no epicentro das ideias inúteis neste dia de chuva intensa a meio de Maio a lembrar que o "El Niño" poderá destruir a Terra e toda a tecnologia de protecção será também inútil tal como a minha alma sufocada pelas rajadas da depressão do corpo…

I speak of the rain that fell on the sidewalk and shadows diving in ponds as if our own but they only are from the surrounding landscape Falo da chuva que tombou na calçada e das sombras que mergulham nos charcos como se fossem nossas mas são apenas da paisagem circundante by Armando TABORDA, 2016