Armando Taborda's photos

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CPLP

07 Oct 2018 6 7 179
allegory to the II Biennial of CPLP (Community of Portuguese Speaking Countries), at Batalha Monastery by DUDU
11 Oct 2018 6 9 283
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Truce

10 Oct 2018 7 15 310
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"SACRIFICE" Exhibition

10 Oct 2018 6 11 227
you are still in time to watch these gigantic sculptures by the anti-ghotic and very modern Romanian artist at the Batalha Monastery Cloister

Light

22 Sep 2018 9 13 355
Quinta dos Loridos (press z to see in the lightbox)

Conde de Guimarães Palace (18th century)

"THE LAST GENERATION" (my title)

07 Oct 2018 8 12 289
by Frank NTALUNA, Mozambique, wood carving, at Batalha Biennial Exhibition

"O CAFÉ DA SUA VIDA"

07 Oct 2018 5 14 265
"YOUR LIFE'S COFFEE"

Time to fill the wine glass

Wind

01 Oct 2018 11 18 300
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Retardar o envelhecimento

04 Oct 2018 6 12 199
Delay aging (press z to see in the lightbox)

SKY BURIAL

03 Oct 2018 11 27 369
The robin that lives in my yard also lives in me. This is the interior, while the state unwinds across a vast expanse splitting the sky. It is all of it and more; these things were passages of the ligh-born afternoon cascading then expanding like a flange around the day. Yes, the day, staccato in its azure and gold banner; then one learns, as one learns from twilight, how to look through here, and not here, grinning. The wisteria out of my window is waving, up, down, up, it's so far away though, outside. I'm here where the word is opening. There are distances, the whole tonal range blooming, clarity of attenuated looking, a payload delivering meaningful dust. It'a a good day to die. /// ENTERRO A CÉU ABERTO O pisco que vive no meu jardim também mora dentro de mim. Intimamente, enquanto a minha emoção se liberta pela vastidão fendida do céu. Tudo isso e mais; as coisas que foram passando pela tarde nascida da luz em cascata e depois expandindo-se como uma orla à volta do dia. Sim, o dia, destacado na sua bandeira azul e ouro; então aprende-se, se alguém aprende com o crepúsculo, com o olhar daqui, e não aqui, sorrindo. A glicínia fora da minha janela acena, acima, abaixo, acima, mas está tão longe, lá fora. Eu estou aqui onde a palavra é dita. Há lonjuras, toda a gama de tons florindo, claridade de ténue aparência, uma intensa carga de significativa poeira. Está um bom dia para morrer. by Peter GIZZI, North American poet (b.1959), in "THE POETRY REVIEW", Volume 108:2, Summer 2018 (Portuguese translated by Armando TABORDA, 2018) (photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)

A swimming pool into the world

16 Sep 2018 4 9 173
Hotel "A Esteva", Castro Verde

...and Summer goes on!?

08 Sep 2018 13 16 363
sand sculpture, at an Albufeira street

In these endless Summer days we must take advantag…

22 Sep 2018 9 13 200
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Solidarity Concert

30 Sep 2018 5 10 179
Yesterday it was a great day for the EDUARDO BRAZÃO Theatre. The Távoras and the Cottas Club Jazz Band performed a concert which cash recipe goes directly to finish the restoration of this magnificent small theatre.

The Knights of the Round Table


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