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"Blue Landscape", by Manuela Aço (represented at the Art Gallery / Espaço AmArte), oil painting From the blue of the colour sprouts the ample landscape smile where the houses whiteness and the trees irony claim the contemplation's joy. /// Do azul da cor brota o sorriso da paisagem ampla onde a brancura das casas e a ironia das árvores reclamam a alegria da contemplação. by Armando Taborda, 2007…

Quand j’ai écrit cette histoire à l’automne 2014, il n’y avait pas de confinement de la population et il n’était pas envisageable qu’il put y en avoir un. Cependant les pandémies existent depuis au moins 6000 ans avant J.C. Les dernières en date (Sida, maladie de Lyme, légionellose, Ebola, SARS-CoV (2003), MERS-CoV (2012) …) auraient dues nous mettre en garde. Le fil des actualités de cette époque, m’a incité à consacrer un chapitre de cette histoire aux maladies virales et pour faire bonne mes…

Atelier d'écriture du 12 mai...(Après déconfinement...) Et cela fait déjà depuis le 11 mars , après avoir éliminer un à un tous les virus de la connerie monumentale et mondiale, on se retrouve dans les mouroirs de notre petit village de Rouffignac pour se partager un atelier d’écriture ayant un peu pour sujet les projets et devenirs de chacun d’entre nous pour bien entendu les semaines à venir. Pas de mauvaise nouvelle depuis cette fameuse rencontre familiale de l’église de Vergt suite à…

Photosophy by Ern Jacoby PhD The year 2000 was a turning point for me as a photographer. I hold a little gem of my deceased father in my hands, a Leica M3. And since I develop my skill, the concept "photosophy" expresses best the linking of visual imagery with philosophy: The art of light and the research of wisdom, combined as photo-sophia or photo-sophy. The speed of light in vacuum is the universal physical constant, postulated as invariance by Einstein in 1905. Light or photons move…

Since fifty years now my night is flooded by Frédéric Chopin music I think there was little change in my condition my pores become thick of emotion this damned absolute beauty so close to be met as before I feel life is better than spilled anguish in cascade of sounds petrified but unintentionally I am tempted to forget my dream of crystal. Como há cinquenta anos atrás inundo minha noite com música de Frédéric Chopin e penso que minha condição pouco mudo…

L’organisation « Mondulkiri Project éléphant Sanctury » a pour mission de sauver les éléphants de la province. Surexploités, épuisés par les travaux de force, ils sont victimes de maladies et ne se reproduisent plus. L’association écologiste indemnise les propriétaires pour qu’ils les laissent tranquilles un moment, afin qu’ils reprennent « du poil de la bête » voire qu’ils acceptent de mettre les plus vieux à la retraite.

MY CITY From my building's top I blink Lisboa's roofs reticent and washed red colour warns me on coming clouds saturated of rain that falls down and carries my eyes sailing liquid tiles till the tears' swirl spills over the obstructed gutter. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) (text illustrated by FernandoGrade) www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/…

On my porch there is a resting chair without a body and in my house one night without shadows by corners or hidden in drawers and my soul planes around the light in more and more shorter and faster circles vortex of the body which will lay down in the chair at any moment Sur mon balcon il y a une chaise-longue sans corps et dans ma maison une nuit sans ombres par les coins ou cachés dans les tiroirs et mon âme plane autour de la lumière en cercles de plus en plus courts et rap…

Everything starts in the mouth the weeping the speech the nourishment the love the hatred the pain and also the last breath. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição Escola de Mar, 2007 Illustration by Carlos ALEX…

Human waste supple as water foam on the barracks' wall till collapsing in tears fragments of cement and lime interweaved dust by our hands. Desperdício humano dúctil como espuma de água no muro do quartel até ruir em lágrimas estilhaços de cimento e cal pó que entretecemos nas mãos. by Armando TABORDA, in "Manual do Desperdício", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2008; 2nd edition…

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'm bored by the obsequies the notable's soul still seeks to understand that is dead and fell down the perfect abyss for the ruthless and hungry vultures in unbroken laudation preying on the body and his unfulfilled dreams at the funeral carriage to survive on time with bloated bodies and gleaming crests. Entediam-me as exéquias ainda a alma do notável procura perceber que morreu e caiu no abismo perfeito e já os implacáveis e esfomeados abutres em ininterrupta laudação…

I recover the remaining joy of the past days familiar and repeated embrace I hear the Keith Jarrett music at the Blue Note themes' variations written on the stave melancholy's impromptus for future days. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "Sinfonia em Dor Menor" (illustrated by Carlos Alexandre), Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007…

I LOOK AT ME AND SEE ME DARK BLURRED AND UNFRAMED IN THE LIFE PICTURE /// JE ME REGARDE ET JE ME VOIS SOMBRE FLOUE ET SANS CADRE DANS LA PHOTOGRAPHIE DE LA VIE /// OLHO PARA MIM E VEJO-ME OBSCURO DESFOCADO E DESENQUADRADO NA FOTOGRAFIA DA VIDA Armando TABORDA, 2014

Since a long time now I don't remember my memories I think they are winged without weight nor shape pieces watching me abyss where I fall asleep. Now I find them again the puzzle becomes Portugal without promises gains shape and weight under the abyss of light there is an uncertain sea where I wake up. Memórias não vos recordo há muito penso-vos aladas sem peso nem forma pedaços a vigiar-me abismo onde adormeço. Agora reencontro-vos o puzzl…

FRANZ SCHUBERT, Impromptus They are impromptus they are secret talks intimate monologues jumping from mind to mind they are naked bodies free emotions traveling from sound to sound they are impromptus I just said. (to see / read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Gra…

Springtime blue afternoon dresses the golden bodies of satin caresses inexplicably the adults from unbearable tenderness smile to winged children. Primavera tarde azul veste os corpos dourados em carícias de cetim inexplicavelmente os adultos de incontida ternura sorriem às crianças aladas. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BL…

I can say that my garden is the best in the world cause it's there I sit down to look at the sky and the immense sky remains indifferently blue against the conviction that my three hundred fifty square meters are the most beautiful in the chaos that surrounds me and from now on I challenge the more advanced astro-physics to find in the Universe a garden like mine. Posso dizer que o meu jardim é o melhor do mundo porque é nele que me sento a ver o céu e o céu imenso contin…

Slow trembling sparse through the senses of my body vibration without roots neither soul nor reason lasts long rhythmic breath in the dream of my sleeping body. Tremor lento esparso no corpo de meus sentidos vibração sem raízes nem alma nem razão que perdura sopro cadenciado no sonho de meu corpo adormecido. by Arm…

For Lionel Deyna Cartesian birds plane fat ideas from highs which control tiny dreams fears and utopias as soul's projects. Mammal birds attack in circle at twilight afterwards they dream night hanging in caves where sunlight doesn't come in. Unforeseen and poetic low-flying voices run away from the hunt's…