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Cold tears persistent diamonds or opala that runs on veins masses and nodules glide on the windowpane and get lost in the oblivion ditch I look and see flowers girls at window whiskey books and I think reality that temps and moves us isn't always the one that's within our reach Lágrimas frias persistentes diamantes ou opala que corre em veios massas e nódulos deslizam na vidraça e perdem-se na valeta do esquecimento Olho e vejo flores meninas à janela u…

I wait the mildness of a quite night for my pain fall asleep in the space's cradle I may yawn before an opera of stars the music is always the same celestial chorus dumb virtual the space immense fits light-years of distance and my pain strident real so small that fits inside me waits the mildness of a quite night to fall asleep in the space's cradle. Espero a brandura de uma noite c…

The navigation starts by nightfall and slows down at night magnificent of solitude global nothing at the empty sockets even from blue eyes the sky also uncoloured once the optical illusion sees blue everywhere or maybe green upon my word this is certainly the sea's colour navigation's abyss and from salvages one can only hear the surf's whisper.…

Two in morning it's time to face my night´s remains shadows combine with the light coming up from the avenue into the room where I am seated sometimes one or another noise passes through double-glasses windows this is my sound-proofing solitude there is no background music and consequently there will stay the melody of silence rocking my night's remains.…

I have time to disintegrate in pieces of myself thought's implosion or from the life? W hatever the wind scattered cells unity remains destroyed thought gets lost and body as well waiting for the next incomig soul . Tenho tempo para me desintegrar em pedaços de mim implosão do pensamento ou da vida? Sejam quais forem as célula…

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.…

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…

MY BODY In the body the soul dances and in the soul the body falls asleep tired of so much movement without meaning. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) MY ROOM Time goes by. I desire a new impulse in the writing'…

(50 years later) To read the original Portuguese version click on the picture To read the English version click on www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/59512 where this same text was firstly edited Illustration by Fernando Grade by Armando TABORDA, in "VIOLA DELTA", Volume XLVII, Mic Editors & Authors, 2010 (1st edition, 2010; 2nd edition, 2018)

To feel the hot and tough sun irradiating from the shop windows glasses and the coachworks of parked cars on the street lanes or sidewalks of the avenue where I live in Benfica close to the shadows of the Monsanto Park which I guess is at the other side of the buildings' forest where the halo of passed rains reshuffles my memory. Sentir o sol que irradia duro e quente dos vidros das montras e carroçarias dos automóveis estacionados por tudo o que é rua ou passeio na avenida onde moro em…

I fight against the entropy of life and world but sooner or later all collapses inside and outside me - from each piece of rubble I dream and through it I continue my aimless trip into nothing /// Combato a entropia da vida e do mundo mas cedo ou tarde tudo colapsa dentro e fora de mim - faço de cada escombro um sonho e nele continuo minha viagem sem rumo pelo nada by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2020)

Feeling a strange classic romantic dreamy mood !!!!!!!!!!! May be the sun ... after few days of terrible storms, can do this to me ??? or it is simply the magic of the equinox ??? however, it's a wonderful sunny Authumn day and I am daydreaming, smilling to sky and listening beautiful music !!! Dmitri Shostakovich - The Second Waltz www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_rY7fpzNC0 Superb !!!!!

Universe is working .... Dervish in Progress - Dans Gösterisi | Ziya Azazi | TEDxİKÜ www.youtube.com/watch?v=28lWyVV5f_4 İnsan insan derler idi İnsan nedir şimdi bildim Can can deyü söylerlerdi Ben can nedir şimdi bildim Kendüzünde buldu bulan Bulmadı taşrada kalan Canların kalbinde olan İnanç nedir şimdi bildim Muhyiddin eder hâk kadir Görünür her şeyde hâzir Ayan nedir pinhan nedir Nişan nedir şimdi bildim.

"I never saw a wild thing, sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen, dead from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself." D. H. Lawrence

An ashes halo around my eyes crowns the insomnia I get up from bed. Alone. I hesitate on the matter I am and I ask what is left for the explanation of my night's astonishment. Until when I look for the first smile at the day after and other smiles engraved on a stone's grimace frieze. From me to the posterity I bequeath a portrait of thin li ps rough at the perimeter of my mouth and one another ten…

Someone tells me I can be happy if I don't look for happiness in the corners of the city where I live in the sea flooding into my eyes in the constellation's twinkling of my night in the new moon darkness of dream and if I let time go by indifferently as it was nothing and in fact it isn't doesn't exist it's an invention to justify birth and death. To be happy maybe someone tells me I can be happy if I want. Alguém me diz que posso ser feliz se…

Visionary I look at the stars astonished by the intermittent twinkling of memory. Visionário olho as estrelas perplexo do intermitente brilho da memória. by Armando TABORDA,in "SONHOGRAFIAS", Universitária Editora, 2000 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2020))

It was wrong to say that stones burn till a meteorite rain fell down into my conscience. Era falso dizer-se que as pedras ardem até que uma chuva de meteoritos caiu em minha consciência. by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2022)

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…

Light I think of you by dawn while my skin gets thick waiting for a new day it's the right time to tell you that when you reborn my solitude will remain with me and you away from this insomnia will illuminate my life. Luz pensar-te assim de madrugada quando a minha pele se crispa à espera do dia é o exacto momento de dizer-te quando renasceres minha solidão ficará comigo e tu à distância desta insónia iluminarás a minha vida.…