Articles by Armando Taborda

Rapidly I forget the whispers of love and the bettersweet scent of entangled bodies sex more and more I assume the sensual music from the text I compose night away wraped by lavender aroma coming out of the chest where I keep my sheets. Rapidamente esqueço os sussurros do amor e o cheiro agridoce do sexo dos corpos enleados cada vez mais assumo a sensualidade da música do texto que componho noite adentro envolto no aroma a alfazema que se evola da arca onde guardo os m…

It doesn't matter to be at the center of Terreiro do Paço the Trafalgar Square or Times Square or Sinai surrounded by deserts I'm distressed by the specie's extinction and indifferent to the rise of others new survivors where I assumed it was impossible incredulous I look around and I find myself lost fear and ignorance are my guides I get old I despond I die nature teaches nothing to pacify me and God ignores me forever of my eternity Para mim tanto faz estar…

We are clandestine travellers inadvertently embarked into the terrestrial spaceship dreaming of a better destiny which uncertainly is another energy's form degraded in the space. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in "SINFONIA EM DOR MENOR", Edição da Escola de Mar, 2007 (illustration by Carlos ALEXANDRE) (poat 1st editio…

Suddenly by mid-morning I imagine and want you irremediably. The space separating us is from memory falling asleep to forget you by mid-morning. Coming up light into concentric circles egocentric of sun vibrate lubricious specters into my eyes. To dawn on you to draw on you to grow dark on you clandestine destiny of me at the top of the slope I climb. It is under moderate joy I face the daily life and its transfiguration. Mainly by mid-morning I imagine and want you i…

God has created the Universe the Universe has created Man Man has created the Machine the Universe expands itself infinitely and ignores God Man and the Machine Deus criou o Universo o Universo criou o Homem o Homem criou a Máquina o Universo expande-se infinitamente e ignora Deus o Homem e a Máquina by Armando TABORDA, 2016 (post 1st edition, 2016; 2nd edition, 2023; 3rd edition, 2025)

(50 years later) To read the original Portuguese version click on the picture To read the English version click on www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/59512 where this same text was firstly edited Illustration by Fernando Grade by Armando TABORDA, in "VIOLA DELTA", Volume XLVII, Mic Editors & Authors, 2010 (post 1st edition, 2010; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2025)

Velvet time no sun neither rain nor wind the night humidity weeps grass more green now against the grey day nearby under my glance my private landscape. Tempo de veludo sem sol nem chuva nem vento a humidade da noite chora relva agora mais verde contra o dia cinzento a meus pés sob o meu olhar minha paisagem privada. by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022; 4th edition, 2025)

At sky tracks there is a green light and another red just a little aside and above and I, inside my black spacecraft, between the two, stay without knowing if the journey to eternity is viable or definitely prohibited Nos trilhos do céu há um semáforo verde e outro vermelho mais ao lado logo acima e eu, dentro de minha nave espacial negra, entre os dois, fico sem saber se a viagem para a eternidade é possível ou definitivamente proibida by Armando TABORDA, 2014 (post 1s…

Speaking to me addiction while I write to me in comma's solitude hindrances of thought in dots' silence paragraphs of everything weaved in the game of words that we lose cause we repeat things that pressure the blood too much more than veins and the beds where we silently fall asleep don't belong to us. Vício de falar de mim quando escrevo para mim na so…

I went to Sintra to look for you I found blue green white red brown yellow flowers very beautiful exotic and endemic plants vegetating on the slopes of alive stone at the Serra of Sintra with you in mind I recognized perfumes shadows light I lost you at sea. Fui a Sintra procurar-te encontrei flores azuis verdes brancas vermelhas castanhas ama…

For a long time I would like to talk to you about a fabulous French artist, Agatha Ukeo, my friend, from my age group but as young as my grandchildren, because her creative mind is airy, colorful, and untimely. She invents characters that seem naïf but they aren't, that resemble comics but they aren't, that resemble fantastic realism and they are. They talk to us, meet the mythology of our dreams, fantasies, and fears. Fill us with pleasure and make us feel the irony and joy of living.…

My garden is where I plant myself waiting for nature to swallow me. While I wait my eyes wander through multiple colours shapes and perfumes that sew me to the canvas chair where I sleep. O meu jardim é onde me planto à espera que a natureza me engula. Enquanto espero meus olhos vagueiam por múltiplas cores formas e perfumes que me cosem à cadeira de lona onde dormito. by Armando TABORDA, 2017 (post 1st edition, 2017; 2nd edition, 2021; 3rd edition, 202…

Provocatively unstable dream comes as a butterfly flight or other ultralight insect that a bit strong breeze throws against the garden's flowers O sonho passa provocadoramente instável tal voo de borboleta ou outro ultra-leve 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 (post 1st edition, 2011; 2nd edition, 20…

This afternoon I invent good deeds while the light is degraded in shades. There lies my liquid memory fossil oil spot on the land where burn lichens trees and birds fly emergency of life. Ce soir je m'invente de bonnes actions tandis que la lumière se dégrade dans l'ombre. . Ci-gît ma mémoire liquide fossile pétrole tache dans la terre où brûlent des lichens des arbres et les oiseaux s'envolent émergence de vie. /// Esta tarde invento boas acções enqua…

HOME In the afternoon I worry about the nightfall and ask to myself What have I done? Invisible dust moves around and covers furniture and other beds ground carpet mosaic thought somewhere strained by a beam of light dust becomes a whirl of visible particles flying again without destiny…

I give shelter to my insomnia in the wing of my dream and I dream I am a passing cloud that protects me from the hot and unlikely sun that will be rising and certainly flooding me of light. Abrigo a minha insónia na asa do meu sonho e sonho que sou uma nuvem passageira que me protege do sol quente e inverosimil que vai nascer e por certo inundar-me de luz. by Armando TABORDA, 2013 (post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022; 4…

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…

The nontransferable essential of me is too much. So many things hidden in the memory. So much mystery My God! So much sea of dolphins emerging at the port of the ship where is the rail of my living taste in doubt and uncertainty and gratuitous generosity because I die under the sun with this volcanic desire of loving who look at me in the face and smile. O essencial intransmissível de mim é muito. Tanta coisa escondida na…