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It could be good if ugliness put on beauty and get the colour of sea indefinite light also a fascinating abyss where we breathe amphibious suddenly at a safe port of oily waters muddy of debris. It could be good if there was no port and our intimacy was a permanent sea of indefinite colour felt in the look as being ours. Que bom seria a fealdade vestir-se de be…

I look so lengthy to the stars that I close my eyes and feel them inside they populate me. Why there would be the cosmic space where stars are mere burning items of decoration? I want to think and the stars pester me absolutes stupids scintillating. Olho as estrelas tão demoradamente que fecho os olhos e sinto-as dentro de mim povoam-me. Por que será o espaço cósmico onde as e…

Smoke of fogs at the island steaming on the grey ocean now green under a sun of fire smoking on waters I think seated on the island that wakes up far away murmurs. Fumo de névoas na ilha que fumega no oceano cinzento verde agora sob o sol…

Last coffins of useless surplus loads from the colonization that will be lost are being made aside around the crates from other consumption loads abundant diverse and also surplus shit spreads with the wind and the desolation of calcined and loose nails and not burning papers and perspiring bodies of the men that make the crates is so much that disturbs the indefinite ample nightfall. Also indefinite my emotional stability in the aft…

Cause I have a bird inside me I'm free cause I have a skin out of me I'm an hostage. Por ter um pássaro dentro de mim sou livre por ter uma pele fora de mim sou refém. by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2019; 3rd edition, 2023)

Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows nor fire nor flame nor ember we just burn sparks jumping from the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. Nada justifica nosso destino de sombras nem fogueira nem chama nem brasa ardemos simplesmente…

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 qualquer hora da vida perplexas máscaras perscrutam o mistério nas imagens do espelho.…

One hour of battery remains to write what I don't know nor if the time is enough. An allegory's project crosses my brain looking for a voice or a keyboard. Right now wording floats white cloud up above the closed mobile personal computer. (to read the Portuguese original version click on the picture) by Armando Taborda, unpublished text, 2009

"2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY", STANLEY KUBRICK I build an obelisk from top to bottom without foundation I annul the gravity force with an equal and opposite creative energy. I mould the shape without posthumous sense nor cause and effect meaning comes up with an undefined sketch prior from its dilution into the space before becomes stone. My work is the Stanley Kubrick's obelisk in "2001: a space odyssey" jump each time closer to galaxy's centre compunc…

Nightfall rumble imprecation to the sun solidity in the water's penury remains of useless prayer in the soul's disquiet dodecaphonic symphony at the homecoming. Rumor da tarde imprecação à solidez do sol na penúria de água despojo de oração inútil na inquietude da alma sinfonia dodecafónica no regresso a casa. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVR…

Over the metallic brightnes of my new car there is no moonlight nor any other unexpected scintillation. /// Sur l'éclat metallique de ma nouvelle voiture nul clair de lune ni quelqu'autre scintillement inattendu. Sobre o metálico brilho do meu carro novo não há luar nem outra qualquer inesperada cintilação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS AP…

Your castle as a dream of secular walls collapsed in seconds. As your king master and defender against absent enemies I follow from battlement to battlement the way of the old round. From the control tower I watch the river that rots the foundation of the ancient wall and I forget your ruined dream in seconds. Teu castelo ruiu num sonho de muralhas de séc…

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", Universitária Editora, 2000 www.ipernity.com/doc/armando.taborda/album/31858

The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost human smiling smoke spirals around the words. Glasses straighten up colourless by the kiss of lips caress of hands musics and glimpses. "That's nice the music sounds perfect" she said. The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost certain fades away night spirals around the silence. A multidão no "Joe's Bar" é quase humana sorri em espirais de fumo à roda de palavras. Copos perfilam-se exangues no beijo de lábios…

Provocatively unstable dream comes as a butterfly flight or other ultralight insect that a bit strong breeze throws against the garden's flowers O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultra-leve 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 (post 1st edition, 2011; 2nd edition, 2016;…

You that feel solitude as belonging only to you let the time goes by cause there are more persons who love non-existent silences dawns slow coming to whom don't want wake up thoughts that stay by night alone without moonlight and there also are more persons who want to realize moments desire of fresh water manure' smell in the fields. You that feel solitude as belonging only to you let the stream flow wake up by dawn your thoughts are poems in our nights alone without moonlight.…

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Sun of west sunset sleeping angers horizon' sentry diving seagulls sails far away believe me the breeze justifies clouds misleading distances. If there will be moonlight our shadow will wave on the cold sea water. Sol de sol posto poente raivas adormecidas sentinela do horizonte gaivotas a mergulhar velas ao longe acredita que a bri…

A boring saturday is a boring day. God Save the Queen! Who is able to save the common people' saturday? Neither this nor that cause the "Blood Sweat and Tears" sounds without justify the blood sweat and tears dripping down our revered and vibrant listener bodies. An idea is born grow up die purified by anarchic drizzle falling down out of the window over the horizon nightfall of building backyards with cloths drying up in balconies and the wind wrapping them beating the…

I assume the responsibility of watching a dreams' parade just now that the whole conquested liberties guarantee to me the right of indifference and the nocturnal breeze over the quay-bridge on River Geba provides me comfort enough. There are lights in the Ilhéu do Rei and Cumeré and in the boats navigating far away giving significance to the obscure space where I find myself illuminated on the cement breakwater that whispering b…