Articles by Armando Taborda

In the long night veins nerves muscles scars and other tissues throb on me spontaneous semen as a water thread drop by drop oozed on my stone's abdomen. Petrified in granite I shine from quartz crystals will-o'-the-wisp over the sleeping grave where I bury myself. Appropriately I get older through this mineral mutation towards the ether where I float serene in a spacecraft of smiling light as the sl…

In the roots of all garden's grass stands a water´s dream ecstasy of sea a thrill of swell. /// Na raiz da relva de todos os jardins perdura um sonho de água delírio de mar frémito de ondulação. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS, MÚSICAS E BLASFÉMIAS QUE ENVELHEÇO NA CIDADE", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996 (post 1st edition, 2007; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2020; 4th edition, 2025)

I believe in life interpreted from one thing to another more than simple vibration necessity dissatisfied desire halo not from saint charisma but sound light colour mystery. I believe and currently I want the great ball of needs with an eccentric smile as an axis. I believe and I want to feel that is enough my confidence on your morphology attentive part of me when the paradox is that you see at the mirror your adult's conscience and independent body's beauty and everything cause you ha…

Red flower flush of gardens impregnated of carbon dioxide from passing cars in the neighborhood at more than 50km/h do not realizing that the flower opened by day's heat smiles to bees butterflies and other insects that smash against their windshields /// Flor vermelha rubor de jardins impregnados de dióxido de carbono dos carros que passam nas cercanias a mais de 50km/h não se apercebendo que a flor aberta pelo calor do dia sorri às abelhas borboletas e outros insectos que se esmagam…

A piece of paper fell from my hand as if it were an idea that stood in the balcony and flew taken by the wind to get lost light and useless Caiu-me um papel da mão como se fosse uma ideia que se pôs à varanda e voou levada pelo vento até se perder leve e inútil by Armando TABORDA, 2015 (post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2022< 3rd edition, 2025)

The kids from the poor quarter stoke up by dogs get away through the rich quarter's back. Os meninos do bairro pobre atiçados por cães fugiram pelas traseiras do bairro rico. by Armando TABORDA, 2012 (post1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2025)

I'm a writer of little writing so I don't tire you with repetitions days follow one another and nights and tides as well we look to the full moon the sunligh the dark night and the tide line on the sand as it was for the first time if the world doesn't get tired why do we get older?! sou escritor de pouca escrita para não vos cansar com repetições os dias sucedem-se iguais e também nas noites e as maré olhamos para a lua cheia a luz do sol a noite escura e a linha de m…

Springtime blue afternoon fits the golden bodies with satin's caresses strangely the adults of 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, MÚSICA…

DAY STARTS COLD AND CLOUDY THE YESTERDAY'S PAIN REMAINS IN THE SOUL EVEN SO ITS FEELING DOESN'T BELONG THERE /// O DIA COMEÇA FRIO E NUBLADO A DOR DE ONTEM CONTINUA NA ALMA MESMO NÃO SENDO LÁ QUE SE FAZ SENTIR by, Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2016; 3rd edition, 2025)

I write under the dense and sensual caress of the American sun half-laying down in the park where too many and concise birds perch and depart for a circular destiny. Because I love you I know my skin cools down in contact with your absence as God comes by daybreak without disclosing Himself. Why solitude saddens us while we still fall in love with the social fiction we live and the ludicrous of life and the impossible adventure suddenly possible and sound and light and all that light…

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…

We are fascinated by the text cause it uses and abuses of lying words over which we walk in our insomnia's track. The word is an artifice and the text a light beam that sometimes burn and engrave the brief moment by fire while we feel the things absence the insomnia ever the fear of seeing ourselves cutting off roots . O texto fascina-nos porque usa e abusa das palav…

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, Prai…

I want to remember the colours of my grey dream and the geography of valleys and mountains rivers and deserts seas and oceans but my subconscious only draws decadent cities yes those are very tangible crumbled in the blood that flows through the building facades till being the heaped and shapeless planet of my dream. Quero lembrar-me das cores do meu sonho cinzento e da geografia dos vales e montanhas rios e desertos mares e oceanos porém meu subconsciente só desenha cida…

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.…

the swimming pool and the sea are at a dive distance and the insidious wave of heat covers our skin as if it was sweat in the beach blind from bright light deaf by salt crystals in the ears and dumb by so many people amazement knees in water and my back to the India sea route astonished I behold buildings planted on the cliff pulsating mirages of Portugal a piscina e o mar estão à distância de um mergulho e o calor insidioso cobre a nossa pele como…

In some poets I read redundant and no-meaning metaphors they want to lie more than usually pretend. For me the clarity of the text is the one of clean running water through the municipal distribution network that just washes the bodies out of bed and kills the thirst of night-owls and dreamers. Em alguns poetas leio metáforas redundantes e gratuitas querem mentir ainda mais do que habitualmente fingem. Para mim a clareza do texto é a da água limpa…

The body knows its requirements if the mind rapes it gets sick or suffers falls asleep or dies and the confused soul gets lost. O corpo sabe o que precisa se o pensamento o viola fica doente ou sofre adormece ou morre e a alma confusa perde-se. by Armando TABORDA, in "PALAVRAS QUE AS MARÉS APAGAM", Edição Escola de Mar, 2014 (post 1st edition, 2012; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2019; 4th edition, 2021; 5th edition, 2025)