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GUERNICA White-grey-black-rectangle spectre of Guernica's flight of arms-legs-heads and their morse ls in Madrid at the museum I hear the sarcastic bombing of silent comments. (to see / read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Grade In "VIOLA DELTA", volume XLV…

I have two open accounts on social networks, Facebook and Ipernity, and I'm the administrator of a poetry website, "Livro Único". Today I woke up under the fear of uncertainty of what will happen to them after my death. I suddenly remembered that I always have the possibility to cancel them before I die. But when? What if a I have a sudden death? Another possibility is to bequeath them to someone who, even without updates, keep them online. Yet another is the social networks directors t…

TV Spot by QUERCUS, National Association for Nature Conservation - Associação Nacional da Conservação da Natureza http://www.quercus.pt ( post 1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2023)

José Neto , artist and philosopher. His work is based on deep thinking and a very reasonable experience of life, both allowing him to express without any limitations and to renounce to the will to be understood. As he say, " I know this attitude of mine is not current among artists, who generally delegate on critics or historians of art the justification of what they do". Despite of his indifference by critics, I can't lose the opportunity to record my appreciation on an artist that elects the…

The Teresa ALVAREZ last book, dedicated "to those who turn words into ammuniton", is organized in "fragments", as if they were the shrapnel of all Ukrainian wars in the world, the destruction, the death, the suffering, the inexplicable aberration that persists in the 21st century a mantle of fear covering the humanity destiny. And amidst the bitterness and war uncertainties, on the "twenty-third day", " a man and a woman love each other" and, "they decide that afternoon not to die". Hope…

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 vermel…

Nuno and Pedro are two brothers architects, sons of a great friend of mine. I watched their growing up till being men and professionals of high international caliber. After a few years of various professional experiences they decided to establish a private society, in 1994. The EAO - Portugal, Architecture Lt was based on the European Architecture Office group , created in 1991, in Brussels, Belgium, seen as a pioneer association of architects coming from various countries using the n…

I deas captured in the net I weave have a go on the swing of transparent threads I hear them lost while the spiders enjoy the prelude of the right poison on light reflexes lascivious at their faceted crystal eyes. I guess ideas and spiders at a no time bacchanal where the net swings till its elastic limit and suddenly tears and flies as a flag on the wind. Ideias capturadas na teia com que me teço oscilam em ba…

Dolphin Sight Warning! Do you go to the sea? If you watch whales or dolphins take a picture! Help us to better know our coastal dolphins and whales Send your photos to escolademar@gmail.com Notice: * The sight place through GPS, if possible * Watch date / time * Your contact The School of S…

(Poem of the Lost Youth) To read the original Portuguese version click on the picture To read the English version click at www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/252645 where this same text was firstly edited Illustration by Fernando Grade VIOLA DELTA, Volume XLVII, Mic Editors and Authors, 2010

I'm getting lost through crossed ways complex deflections infinite paths I don't come back nor I run away from future of uncertain ways complex fears infinite dreams. Determined I carry on and stumble I fall to the ground and stay moribund herald of the time being my face drowns in shade and the sun on my image's back already without soul through crossed wa…

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 cidades…

I am mystic not cabalistic support of signs numerals prior arranged serials to cover obscure intentions the naked truth is I am cabalistic of 0 and its null result which can't be defined because it's equal to nothing of any invented illusion. Sou místico não cabalístico suporte de sinais algarismos e séries previamente ordenadas para encobrir obscuras intenções…

The silence I'm talking about is so hard to conceive as the nothing if from silence comes the sound's propagation until it stops to be listen out of nothing may have been born the Universe that amazes us until we die then we are an inaudible sound that will extinguish in the space O silêncio de que falo é tão difícil de conceber como o nada se do silêncio vem o som que se propaga até deixar de se ouvir do nada pode ter nascido o Universo que nos espanta até morrermos depois so…

The beginning is brilliant, a remake of "2001: The Space Odyssey", by Stanley KUBRICK, promises a film speaking of the future of a better humanity. But then it touches on many things at the same time, inequality between sexes, consumerism, overspending, love, beauty versus ugliness and intelligence, youth versus aging, life verssus death, it touches on it all, sometimes masterfully, other times hastily. At the end, the idea remains that the movie is honest and pretends to be moralistic, b…

The film for touristic promotion "Portugal, the beauty of simplicity" won the 2nd prize for the category "The best film promoting a country, region or city" of "The Film, Art & Tourism Festival", in Warsaw, July 2nd, 2011 www.youtube.com/visitportugal

Flap the wings of distressed bird fear that my flight couldn't be enough to take off from me to me traveling without intermediate stop in mystery and darkness. Bater de asas de pássaro aflito medo que me não chegue o voo para largar de mim para mim em viagem sem escala no mistério e na sombra. by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994 (post 1st edition, 2011; 2nd, 2022)

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.…

if I see you and you see me if our destiny is to see each other when we meet on this precarious planet where we live why do we pretend not to see each other? why do not politicians come to us? why do we pay them exorbitant funds to make utopias a reality and everything remains the same? why do we finance corruption, incompetence and expenses of useless politics? at last why do not politicians come to us and only take the cloud by June while caressing their fat navels? until…

For / Para Fernando Pinto RIBEIRO (a) Life is all and death nothing so you live in the music of your sung fados and in the murmur of crystalline words purified fair in your poems fragmented echoes at the far away abyss viable time of our collective memory. A vida é tudo e a morte nada assim vives na música de teus fados cantados e no murmúrio das palavras cristalinas depuradas justas em teus poemas fragmentados ecos no distante abismo viável tempo da…