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by Huguette Helmann (represented at Art Gallery / Espaço AmArte), oil on canvas The soul denudes when the body wears desire. /// A alma desnuda-se quando o corpo se veste de desejo. by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 (article 1st edition, 2007; 2nd edition, 2016)

The sea is an ocean's arm and the ocean an earth's body spacecraft without astrolabe or sextant nor science of sails winds and currents adrift in the infinity's tides looking for what seaport or yacht club for an intermediate stop in the space where everything happens as if it was nothing? O mar é braço de oceano e o oceano corpo da terra nave sem astrolábio nem sextante nem ciên…

The Michelin Guide classifies this beach as one of the 100 most beautiful in the whole world. The small sandy area close to Lagoa is still free from the crowd's invasion due to the fact it's sheltered by an high cliff. The pedestrian access is not easy (mostly in the way-back) but florid. The sea waters are transparent. From here you can start a marvellous sea-watch focused on the marine caves at both sides of the beach. Algarve shore is plenty of marine caves. However, Praia Marinh…

Pedro Charters d'Azevedo was born in Lisbon, in 1946. He is an Artist with major A despite his late career (he started drawing and painting regularly when he was around half a century of life), but taken seriously all along intense working journeys (he used to say that " he leaves the inspiration out of his studio's door"). So to speak we are in the presence of a professional artist exigent with himself, who investigates and experiments techniques, cultivates, develops and re…

Now I look at you I hear your smile desire coming with your breath and the gesture of tense fingers painted nails as spears very well treated ready to finger my chest' s guitar this mild nightfall while I want you excited playing me at the Carlos Paredes' style. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture)…

Unstable and provocative the dream comes as a butterfly or other ultralight insect the breeze throws against the flowers. O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultraleve 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

I deas captured in the net I weave have a go on the swing of transparent threads I hear them lost while the spiders enjoy the prelude of the right poison on light reflexes lascivious at their faceted crystal eyes. I guess ideas and spiders at a no time bacchanal where the net swings till its elastic limit and suddenly tears and flies as a flag on the wind. Ideias capturadas na teia com que me teço oscilam em ba…

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

Might be today the unconscious stream of words on the piece of paper. The text generates itself awakes in the day's routine adjusts to repeated acts which push the poet into the street. Words line up grammatically arranged the expresso at the counter of the corner's coffee shop formats the text the random poem keeps written. Could be kept into the drawer like others.…