Armando Taborda's photos

  • I don't know if God was ever needed for the Mankind progress

    I know that today is superfluous. The idea of God doesn't make us better, doesn't make us freer, doesn't make us happier. Perhaps, nowadays, one of the great stuggles is the combat for a future free from the idea of God. /// Não sei se Deus foi necessár…

  • Winter flowers

  • SLEEPING 17160


    I believed that if I loved again I would forget others at least three or four faces I loved through an archivistic delusion I organized the memory in alphabets as one who counts rams and breaks in however with an open flank I didn't forget and I love the…

  • Love cabin (my title)

    installation at MAAT, Lisbon

  • The light surprised me in such a way that I went to look for it in one Intenet's photograph

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    In his workshop The memory of bolts and sheet metal, Reflections from the meadow, His daughter saying, yes, everything needs work, Cleaning up and cleaning out ---- Nick had made windmills for orchards To combat frost. No frost this morning though it was…

  • The white front will overcome the blue sky

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  • Ana Cristina CESAR

    In love I pulled my weapon, my soul, my serenity… Only you didn't pull anything. /// Apaixonada saquei minha arma, minha alma, minha calma… Só você não sacou nada. by Ana Cristina CESAR (1952-1983), suicidal Brazilian poet (English translated by Arman…

  • A small garden between Benfica's blocks - XI

  • When I have fears that I have to cease

    Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night's starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace…

  • I have irrefutable poems proving God's schizophrenia we are unreal delirious agonizing apes crawling into darkness death is a portentous catapult with a tremendous metaphysical power: throw us beyond of nowhere sometimes inside myself the star that I b…

  • Merry-go-round

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    the words mouths and ears the words wild breathes: empty sails in the vertical nights /// NAVEGAÇÃO DA PALAVRA as palavras bocas ouvidos as palavras hálitos bravios: velas pandas nas noites verticais by Ana Cristina CESAR (1952-1983), suicidal Brazil…

  • A small garden between Benfica's blocks - X

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  • "Lisboa e Tejo e Tudo"

    "Lisbon and Tagus and All"


    What did I do in the war? Son, I watched a download bar and drank the last thing in the house. I ran the show on meshugaas the way some ancient dynamo we couldn't replace would only go on walnut oil or cherry must. My poems sucked. My guitar grew dust. B…

  • Of course, I paid my ticket to enter!!!

    paint on wall of MAAT (Art Architecture and Technology Museum), Lisbon

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