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I run cause you run but I depart cause you stay full of hopes at the schism stop. We were riding on the social dynamics from the reverse of your right interior to the right of my left exterior and all and everything aferwards. Right now I remember the slow political magnetism theory degenerating into an obelisk of stone monumental of incapability in the city and time when the soul was too small. Right now…

The structure could be straight stable death as aim but no nothing will be blood flows in the veins dream at dawn chance with the wind blood dream chance neither God nor Devil maybe love nothing else will be . A estrutura podia ser contínua estável a morte um fim mas não nada será porque o sangue corre nas veias o sonho na madru…

I love the stones on the brook bed they are clean sins shining in the stream they are dived liquid stars sun-shinning water projects them right now against our look and there they are washed exactly in the same position making fun of us. Gosto das pedras no leito da ribeira são pecados limpos brilham na corrente…

How many am I in this prolonged summer which die sweat over the deodorant from a while ago where am I in the mirror's image? Generations of men and women pass by me as insects flying against the city's walls. Who am I low flying over the bed's abyss where I lay down without sensuality nor fear why this still joy made of vertigo how many heteronyms laugh in my face? Quantos sou eu no prolongado verão que m…

Shade certainly is so fragile as light does not know where arrives nor fades away shade is a dream of light we idealize every time. A sombra por certo é tão frágil como a luz não sabe onde chega nem onde esmorece a sombra é sonho da luz que sonhamos a todo o momento. by Armando TABORDA, in "Palavras, Músicas e Blasfémias que Envelheço na Cidade", Ulmei…

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 of visible particles flying again without d…

In the roots of all garden's grass stands a water´s dream ecstasy of sea a thrill of swell. /// Na raiz da relva de todos os jardins perdura um sonho de água delírio de mar frémito de ondulação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (post 1st edition, 2007; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2020)

A grey aura around the eyes crowns my insomnia I get out from bed. Alone. I hesitate upon the matter I am and quest my remains to explain my nights astonishment. So far I'm looking for the first smile on the next day and all other smiles in a grimace frieze engraved in stone. From me to the posterity I bequeath a portrait of thin lips rough at my mouth perimeter and another tension the photographic…

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…

I never become tired of writing on sand words erased by tides WRITING LIGHT SOUND DREAM LOVE MYSTERY LIFE DEATH sharp credible suddenly dissolved by the water's embrace of the moon and the wind in perpetual movement. Não me canso de escrever na areia palavras que as marés apagam ESCRITA LUZ SOM SONHO AMOR MISTÉRIO VIDA…

God appears through the music that transcends us overlapping the text poem context from the very thought in melodies sounds invisible rhythm universal anti-matter chaotic emotion surfing without any meaning through days and nights of our solitude. Deus revela-se na música que nos transcende e se sobrepõe ao texto poema contex…

         

It rains on Madeira. I become bored at this land emerged from the Atlantic by irony of a sinking continent against the submerged silence. Light first trees after Gonçalves Zarco after people after tourists at last with smiles of white orchid invented the good weather myth to sell the island which becomes a liquid prison when rain. Chove na Madeira. Canso-me de…

Text every time more laconic and simple without drama nor pain trickle of crystalline water depurated by life everyone should drink. Clean words like recent tear plain like naked body precise like frequent pain undressed till being a bird inside the emotion naked words fly through the never coming joy into the past sensation is difficult they fly forever. Blank sheet lette…

Eyes of wet rain face of frozen wind body of lost soul at the price o rain in the wind's taste. Olhos de chuva molhados rosto de vento gelado corpo de alma perdido ao preço da chuva ao sabor do vento. by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2019)

Springtime blue afternoon fits the golden bodies with satin's caresses strangely the adults of unbearable tenderness smile to winged children. Primavera tarde azul veste os corpos dourados em carícias de cetim inexplicavelmente os adultos de incontida ternura sorriem às crianças aladas. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E…

SILENCE One can hear a far off outcry closer silence increases from the immediate silence it doesn't matter if the sound is universal lament or God's roar upon imperfect landscape or Valkyries' gallop into the bohemian dawn the outcry doesn't justify the distance from where it comes perishable deteriorates in silence.…

For / Para Fernando Pinto RIBEIRO (a) Life is all and death nothing so you live in the music of your sung fados and in the murmur of crystalline words purified fair in your poems fragmented echoes at the far away abyss viable time of our collective memory. A vida é tudo e a morte nada assim vives na música de teus fados cantados e no murmúrio das palavras cristalinas depuradas justas em teus poemas fragmentados ecos no distante abismo viável tempo da…

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 the masterpieces of an original and modern great Portuguese Master . Enjoy them and your comments will be welcome right down here. Maria da Nazaré convida-o a obs…

MENU OF THE DAY The news in the morning paper are the whole day repeated on TV. War famine genocide and pollution economical crimes drugs pedophilia and prostitution disasters accidents and namely corruption are eaten at lunch during the afternoon news…